When the great seal flew back into Zhang Chen's hand, only a huge pit remained on the ground.
At the bottom of the pit lay a mangled puddle of flesh and blood.
As for the magic artifact saber, it had already been smashed into a scrap of iron.
"This... this, this, this!"
Wang Teng's mouth fell open, and he was completely stunned.
He stared at the Yellow Seal in Zhang Chen's hand, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
One strike.
Just one strike!
A skilled Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator with rich combat experience, who had even killed quite a few cultivators of the same stage, had been smashed into minced meat just like that?
What kind of Dharma Artifact was that?
A magic artifact absolutely could not possess such might! Could that be... a Nascent Dharma Artifact?!
"You... you..."
Wang Teng's legs went weak as he kept backing away.
"What about me?"
Holding the Heaven Shaking Seal, Zhang Chen advanced step by step. "Wasn't the Young Master of the Wang Family just threatening to cripple me and make me wish I were dead? Why aren't you shouting now?"
The several Wang Family cultivators who had originally planned to come and help saw the gruesome scene in the huge pit.
Every one of them turned deathly pale with fright, and not a single one dared to step forward and stop him.
"You bunch of bastards! Get up there! Stop him for me!"
Wang Teng shrieked in terror while grabbing a large handful of Talismans from his Storage Bag.
He threw them at Zhang Chen as though they cost nothing.
Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades... low-level spells filled the sky and crashed toward Zhang Chen like a violent storm.
Yet Zhang Chen still summoned the seal, and it instantly expanded.
It blocked Zhang Chen's path.
Those spells crashed against the seal, creating quite a formidable spectacle.
But they could not shake the seal in the slightest.
"That all you've got?"
Zhang Chen shook his head, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes. "The so-called number one of the Wang Family's younger generation is only this capable? That's it?"
"Ahhh! I'll kill you!"
Seeing this, Wang Teng was seized by rage.
A vicious glint flashed through his eyes. He suddenly bit through the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the long sword in his hand.
That was his Natal Magic Tool, as well as a rare Top-grade Magic Tool.
"Swift Shadow Kill!"
Wang Teng roared. His entire body transformed into an afterimage as he charged toward Zhang Chen at incredible speed.
"You don't know when to live or die."
Zhang Chen stood where he was, his eyes filled with disdain.
He merely moved his mind.
Buzz!
An invisible ripple erupted instantly, centered on Zhang Chen.
It was Spiritual Sense condensed into needles—a tyrannical Spiritual Sense!
God Shaking Technique!
"Ah—!!!"
Wang Teng, who was charging forward, suddenly froze.
In an instant, blood spurted from all seven orifices, and his eyeballs nearly burst from their sockets.
He could no longer keep hold of the long sword in his hand.
"Spiritual Sense... a Spiritual Sense attack..."
Wang Lie was battling Zhang Yunshan in the distance. Upon hearing his son's scream,
he turned his head to look and was instantly scared out of his wits.
Only now did he understand.
The "mysterious expert" who had ambushed his son earlier
was actually the Young Master of the Zhang Family standing before him—the very person he had ignored!
"Teng'er!!"
Wang Lie's eyes nearly split apart. He allowed Zhang Yunshan's sword to strike him head-on and turned around to save his son.
But clearly, it was already too late.
Zhang Chen slapped his Storage Bag, and the Top-grade Magic Tool appeared in his hand. He raised it and unleashed a streak of Sword Qi.
It swept across Wang Teng's neck.
Pfft.
The scream abruptly ceased.
A fine head soared into the sky, the expression on its face still frozen in extreme pain and terror.
The headless corpse swayed twice, spraying a gush of hot blood.
Then it collapsed limply into the dust.
The Young Master of the Wang Family, Wang Teng, was dead!
"No—!!!"
In the sky, Wang Lie, the Family Head of the Wang Family, let out a howl of grief when he saw this scene.
"I'll tear you limb from limb!!"
Having witnessed his beloved son's head fly into the sky, Wang Lie felt the entire world turn blood-red in that instant.
The sounds of slaughter and roaring wind by his ears all vanished. The only thing that kept surfacing in his eyes was his son's face, frozen in terror and pain.
"Ahhh! I want your life!!"
Wang Lie let out a roar. The Spiritual Power around his body was like a barrel of gunpowder set alight, erupting completely out of control.
He did not even bother with the Flying Sword attacking him from behind, allowing it to slash open a wound on his left shoulder.
His entire body transformed into a streak of bloody light and madly pounced toward Zhang Chen.
He was a Golden Core Great Perfection cultivator.
This strike, fueled by hatred, overdrew nearly thirty percent of the Essence Blood within his body.
The Blood Drinker Saber in his hand carved a scarlet Saber Qi a hundred zhang long through the air. Even the air was scorched by the terrifying heat, sizzling loudly.
It was as though it intended to cleave this entire heaven and earth in two.
"Wang Lie, your opponent is me!"
How could Zhang Yunshan sit by and watch his son be killed?
The moment he sensed Wang Lie's aura lock onto his son,
he had already summoned the Ancient Bronze Cauldron in his hand.
The cauldron swelled violently against the wind, transforming into something the size of a small mountain in the blink of an eye.
One after another, the ancient inscriptions on the cauldron's body lit up...
It emanated a steady aura as weighty as the earth.
Clang!
The Saber Qi struck the cauldron with tremendous force.
The deafening clash of metal rang through the heavens.
The terrifying sound waves directly shook the ground within dozens of zhang into fragments.
The Bronze Cauldron trembled violently, its surface light flickering erratically.
But in the end, it still firmly blocked this fatal strike.
"Get out of my way!"
Wang Lie's hair hung loose, and he looked like a mad demon. He frenziedly swung his saber, striking the cauldron with blow after blow, each one faster than the last.
He was fighting in a manner that completely disregarded his own life.
"Ridiculous!"
Zhang Yunshan sneered. He formed a spell with one hand to stabilize the cauldron, his eyes filled with coldness.
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