Three Hundred Guards Slain with a Flick of the Fingers, the Eldest Brother Invokes a God and Steps into the Tribulation Immortal Realm

A fierce wind howled across the yellow sands of the Gobi Desert.

Beneath the thirty-zhang-high, dark brown city wall, the air was filled with the pungent smell of rust.

Upon hearing Chen Changqing's provocation, Zhong Wanchou stomped his right foot on the ground.

The armchair beneath him, covered with White Tiger, instantly shattered into countless splinters, which tumbled in the wind.

"Where did this stray dog come from, daring to spout such nonsense in front of me, young master!"

Zhong Wanchou's face was ashen as he strode out of the shadows of the city gate.

Boom!

The heavy, tightly closed city gates burst open from the inside.

Three hundred Zhong Family Cultivators, clad in blood-red heavy armor, surged out in orderly steps from the crenellations and gates of the city wall.

Iron boots pounded the yellow sand, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a tight crescent-shaped military formation on the open ground. Three hundred gleaming, ghost-headed heavy swords were drawn simultaneously, their blades pointing directly at the two men a hundred feet away.

Zhong Cheng stepped forward, slamming the nicked Heavy Sword in his hand heavily into the ground.

"Zhong Wanchou! Although the Lineage's ironclad rules allow competition among peers, our ancestors have clearly stated that the family's private army must not be mobilized to set up checkpoints at essential passes!"

"You've brought three hundred Blood Armor Guards and four clan elders to blockade Heavenly Wind City. Aren't you afraid of being skinned alive and have your soul extracted by the Discipline Hall when you return to your Ancestral Land?!"

Zhong Wanchou sneered repeatedly, toying with the golden armor-repairing knife in his hand, not even glancing at the Heavy Sword in Zhong Cheng's hand.

"The Discipline Hall? Third brother, you've been in the Outer Domain for thousands of years, has that damaged your brain?"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain—that's the ironclad rule of the Zhong Family's 'poisonous snake' culture!"

"As long as you leave your head on this Gobi Desert today, and declare to the world that you died at the hands of the bandits of Black Wind Ridge, which of those old men in the tribe would hold me, the eldest son, responsible for a dead man?"

Before he could finish speaking, the white-haired old man who Half-Step Tribulation Immortal the Tribulation Immortal realm standing beside Zhong Wanchou suddenly stepped forward.

The white-haired old man's withered hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his cloudy eyes fixed intently on Chen Changqing.

"Young Master, don't waste your breath on them!"

"This young man in white has some strange Qi and Blood; there's not a trace of Yin Baleful Qi within him. If we delay, things will get out of hand. Let's form an array and kill them on the spot!"

Zhong Wanchou frowned, and without further delay, swung his large hand down suddenly.

"Form the Blood Sha Immortal-Slaughtering Great Array! Dead or alive, chop them all into mincemeat!"

"Yes, sir!"

The other three Heavenly Monarch Great Perfection Elders simultaneously rose into the air, standing in four directions with the white-haired old man.

The three hundred Blood Armor Guards on the ground roared in unison, their pure Netherworld Blood Qi surging wildly from the Array Patterns beneath their feet, weaving into a dark red Blood Sea that blotted out the sky in mid-air.

Buzz--!

Three hundred Law-Breaking Strong Crossbows fired at the same instant, unleashing a deluge of black bolts that whistled through the air.

The four elders simultaneously wielded their top-grade Ghost Artifact, unleashing four Blood Sha Blades, each a hundred feet long, that tore through the sky and slashed down from the four corners of the sky, completely sealing off all escape routes for the two.

The terrifying, murderous pressure caused the ground to sink three feet, and amidst the flying sand and stones, even the light was swallowed up by the Blood Sea.

Zhong Cheng's breath hitched, and he instinctively raised his Heavy Sword to defend himself.

Chen Changqing, standing beside him, didn't even touch the Immortal Execution Sword at his waist.

Faced with this deadly formation powerful enough to shred an ordinary Heavenly Monarch Great Perfection into mincemeat, Chen Changqing simply took a step forward.

Boom!

The Sixth Turn the "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art" began to operate within his body, and as his Qi and Blood surged, a layer of dark Golden Light appeared on the surface of his skin.

The nine Purple Mansion Worlds that had just broken through to the Early Heavenly Monarch Stage trembled simultaneously, and the vast Pure Yang Immortal Essence converged on his right fist along his meridians.

The Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist, First Form: Heavenly Collapse!

Chen Changqing unleashed a powerful punch at the oncoming barrage of crossbow bolts and the Blood Sea.

There were no fancy moves, only a blazing, intensely Pure Yang sun exploding in the sky above the Gobi Desert!

Click! Click! Click!

The three hundred crossbow bolts, powerful enough to pierce mountains, shattered instantly upon contact with the crimson-gold Fist Gang wave, turning into countless iron dust particles.

Immediately afterwards, the violent Pure Yang Fist imprint continued its momentum, directly shattering the four hundred-foot-long Blood Sha Blade, and ruthlessly crushing into the core of the three hundred Blood Armor Guards' formation!

"What?!"

The three Heavenly Monarch Great Perfection at the forefront of the charge had drastically changed their expressions. The top-grade Ghost Artifact in their hands were instantly shattered by the impact of the fist wind, and their tiger's mouths exploded.

Before they could retreat, the overwhelming wave of Pure Yang had already swept over them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dense sounds of flesh exploding together sent chills down one's spine.

Three hundred elite Zhong Family, clad in heavy iron armor, along with the three elders at the Heavenly Monarch Great Perfection, were utterly vulnerable before this domineering and unparalleled fist imprint.

The crisp metallic clang of heavy armor shattering mingled with the sound of bones breaking, and all three hundred-plus people exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the Gobi Desert before they could even utter a complete scream!

The blinding rain of blood poured down onto the scorching yellow sand, hissing and sending up plumes of white smoke.

"This is impossible!!"

In mid-air, the only surviving Half-Step Tribulation Immortal, a white-haired old man, was so terrified that his soul almost left his body and his liver and gallbladder trembled.

He turned around and tried to burn his Essence Blood to tear through space and escape.

However, a white shadow flashed before my eyes.

Chen Changqing, stepping on the "Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Step," directly traversed dozens of feet of space and appeared in front of him. With his slender right hand outstretched, he grabbed the white-haired old man's neck and lifted him into the air.

"Half-Step Tribulation Immortal? Who gave you the audacity to draw your weapon at me?"

Chen Changqing slightly closed his five fingers.

Click!

The white-haired old man's protective immortal aura, which he was so proud of, shattered on the spot. His neck was snapped in two, and the nascent Tribulation Immortal Primordial Spirit of the Tribulation Immortal within his body didn't even have a chance to struggle before a domineering Pure Yang True Fire poured into his neck and burned him into nothingness from the inside out!

Chen Changqing casually tossed the headless corpse of the white-haired old man onto the ground and clapped his hands.

[Ding! Killed 300 Zhong Family Blood Armor Guards, 3 Heavenly Monarch Great Perfection Elders, and 1 Half-Step Tribulation Immortal. Gained 32,000,000 AFK Points!]

[Current AFK Points Balance: 75,000,000 points!]

A series of crisp system notification sounds echoed in my mind, and my AFK Points balance instantly surged to 75 million.

The only sound left was the howling of the wind sweeping through the blood mist.

Zhong Cheng remained frozen in place, sword raised in defense, his mouth agape as he stared at the shattered fragments of heavy armor scattered on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

One punch!

With just one punch, without even drawing the Immortal Sword, he blasted his elder brother's entire fortune accumulated over thousands of years into dust!

Not far away, Zhong Wanchou had been confident of victory, froze, his sinister smile completely gone.

Looking at the headless corpse of the white-haired patriarch at his feet, still gushing blood, Zhong Wanchou felt a cold sweat pour down his back, and his legs involuntarily retreated three steps.

This is no ordinary rogue Rogue Cultivator from the Yang Realm; it's clearly an ancient ferocious beast disguised in human form!

"No wonder the third brother dared to swagger through Heavenly Wind City; he found a tough nut to crack as an accomplice!"

Zhong Wanchou bit his tongue, the intense pain forcibly bringing him back to his senses from the shock.

His elite troops were all wiped out. If he couldn't keep these two here today, and the third son went back to the clan and exposed the matter, coupled with the disadvantage of losing the Blood Armor Guards, he, as the eldest son, would surely die!

"You forced me to do this!"

Zhong Wanchou's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly reached into his robes and pulled out an ancient jade seal that was dark red and engraved with the Nine Netherworlds Punishment God pattern.

This is a priceless treasure that only the eldest son of the Zhong Family is qualified to carry with him— the Evil-Punishing Orthodox God Jade Seal!

Zhong Wanchou spat Essence Blood in his mouth onto the jade seal, his hands quickly forming a complex and ancient blood seal, and he roared to the sky.

"The unfilial descendant Zhong Wanchou has encountered a formidable foe today. We earnestly request the arrival of our ancestor Zhong Kui to vanquish this evil spirit!"

The Complete "Nine Netherworlds God Invocation Great Technique"!

Rumble--!

As the Evil-Punishing Orthodox God Jade Seal shattered in mid-air, the Firmament above Heavenly Wind City instantly darkened to ashes.

Endless leaden clouds spun wildly, forming a massive black hole with a diameter of thousands of feet.

Thick, dark red divine Principle poured down from the depths of the black hole, and a towering figure, a thousand feet tall, with Blue-Faced, Fanged Demons, dressed in a crimson official robe, descended from the heavens abruptly, riding on rolling netherfire!

This Dharma Faxiang holds a complete thousand-foot -Ghost-Slaying Immortal Sword, and its two blood-red, bell-like eyes exude a terrifying majesty that judges all heavens. Compared to the incomplete phantom that Zhong Cheng summoned on the Ancestral Land's Battle Platform, it is more than ten times more solid and powerful!

Boom!

The thousand- Zhong Kui true Faxiang a step forward, transforming directly into rolling red light, which completely merged into Zhong Wanchou's body.

Click!

Zhong Wanchou's bones crackled like popping beans. His cultivation aura, which had been stuck at the Late Heavenly Monarch Stage, surged wildly under the infusion of this orthodox divine source. He shattered the barrier between immortals and mortals on the spot and firmly stepped into the level of One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal!

The raging pressure of the Tribulation Immortal swept in all directions, causing the bricks and stones of Heavenly Wind City, which was thirty feet high, to crack inch by inch.

On the top floor of the tallest pavilion in the city City Lord Mansion, an aged aura hidden in the shadows coldly watched the scene unfolding outside the city through the cracks in the window.

In mid-air, Zhong Wanchou, who had stepped into the realm of One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal, slowly floated up.

His body grew several meters taller, enveloped in an inextinguishable crimson divine light, and his eyes transformed into pure crimson-gold divine pupils.

Zhong Wanchou looked down at the two people on the ground from his high vantage point, his voice echoing across the entire Gobi Desert.

"To force me to use orthodox divine God Invocation Techniques to step into the Tribulation Immortal, you two mere Heavenly Monarch have every right to be proud and die!"

The overwhelming pressure of the One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal enveloped the entire area, causing the surrounding ten-mile-wide Gobi Desert to sink by three feet.

The air was so thick it was suffocating, and the remaining fragments of weapons on the ground crumbled into iron powder under the pressure of this divine Principle.

Standing beside Chen Changqing, Zhong Cheng let out a muffled groan. The Zhong Kui Bloodline that was originally boiling within him was absolutely suppressed from the source of his bloodline when facing his elder brother's true Faxiang as the orthodox ancestor.

His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees, leaning on his Heavy Sword. His face turned deathly pale as he turned to look at Chen Changqing.

"What should we do, Brother Chen?!"

"My elder brother shattered the clan's Evil-Punishing Orthodox God Jade Seal, and summoned the true Movement Method of our ancestor! This is the real power of One-Tribulation Ghost Immortal; the two of us are merely at the Heavenly Monarch level, how can we possibly withstand it!"

Zhong Cheng's voice was trembling.

In the Nine Netherworlds cultivation realm, there exists an insurmountable Immortal-Mortal Heavenly Chasm between the Heavenly Monarch and the Tribulation Immortal.

Even though Chen Changqing just shattered three hundred Blood Armor Guards with a single punch, in the face of true Immortal Method, no matter how powerful mortal Law Power is, it is nothing more than a paper toy.

In mid-air, Zhong Wanchou, who was covered in crimson divine light and had a thousand- Zhong Kui Faxiang behind him, heard these words and a cruel, mocking expression appeared on his face.

He reveled in the surging destructive power within him, slowly raising his right hand, and the thousand-foot-long Ghost-Slaying Immortal Sword was raised high above his head.

Faced with Zhong Cheng's panic and Zhong Wanchou's contempt, Chen Changqing stood still and casually patted the sand off his sleeves.

"It's just Tribulation Immortal, what's the big deal? It's not like I haven't killed one before."

The simple words carried clearly across the vast Gobi Desert.

Zhong Cheng froze on the spot, his mind almost unable to process what was happening.

Zhong Wanchou in mid-air, laughed in fury, his crimson-gold divine eyes filled with mockery.

"You've killed Tribulation Immortal? You're about to die and you still dare to spout nonsense!"

"I'd like to see whether your words are tougher, or the Ghost-Slaying Immortal Sword of the Ancestor!"

"Die!!"

Zhong Wanchou stopped talking nonsense, gripped the sword hilt in the air with both hands, and slashed down at Chen Changqing below!

Boom--!

A thousand-foot-long crimson Sword-Ray tore through the black curtain. Wherever the sword passed, space collapsed inch by inch. Countless wronged souls and vengeful Fierce Ghosts wailed and swirled around the Sword-Ray, rushing down with the divine Principle that judge all things.

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Chen Changqing not only did not retreat even half a step, but instead took a step forward to meet the sword wind.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the dark golden ancient seal script of the "Violence Formula" suddenly shone with a dazzling light!

Chen Changqing spread his left hand and grabbed at the still-lingering blood mist and remnant souls on the ground.

"Swallow!"

Call--!

A dark golden vortex, hundreds of feet in diameter, suddenly formed in his palm.

The vast Essence Blood and remnant soul of the three hundred Blood Armor Guards, the three Heavenly Monarch Great Perfection Elders, and the Half-Step Tribulation Immortal white-haired elder who had just fallen outside the city gate were all drawn together by an invisible force at this moment, surging back like rivers flowing into the sea and merging into Chen Changqing's body!

Chen Changqing's white robe fluttered in the Xue Feng, and his nine Purple Mansion Worlds were like nine furnaces, instantly refining this massive amount of Essence Blood energy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Originally at the Early Heavenly Monarch Stage, under the violent impetus of the "Violence Formula," it broke through the barrier of the Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage with unstoppable momentum, directly soaring to the peak of the Late Heavenly Monarch Stage!

An incomparably powerful surge of Pure Yang Qi and Blood erupted from his body, shattering the solidified Spatial Laws surrounding him.

"Devour the Essence Blood of the dead to boost cultivation? What kind of evil technique is this?!"

Zhong Wanchou's expression changed slightly, but the arrow was already on the bowstring, and the Ghost-Slaying Immortal Sword had already struck ten feet above Chen Changqing's head.

"Even if you mention the Late Heavenly Monarch Stage, so what? There's a difference between immortals and mortals; they'll still die!"

"Since you like to bully others by relying on your numbers, then I, Chen, will play along."

Chen Changqing raised his head, a thought flickering in his mind.

Invincible Avatar Technique!

Whoosh!

Five cracks appeared in the void beside him, and five white-robed Avatars stepped out, standing side by side with Chen Changqing's true form on the Gobi Desert.

With the simultaneous enhancement of the "Violence Formula," the pressure emanating from these five Avatars all reached the peak of the Late Heavenly Monarch Stage!

With a flick of his right hand, the Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure Immortal Execution Sword, resounded as it was drawn from its sheath; the two Avatars on the left gripped the supreme immortal Top-grade Immortal Artifact, the Haotian Hammer; the two avatars on the Avatar raised the Top-grade Immortal Artifact, the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear; and the fifth Avatar in the very center held up a ten-thousand-foot-tall golden seal!

"Superior!"

Six figures soared into the sky at the same instant, fiercely meeting the thousand-foot-long crimson Sword-Ray light head-on!

"Thirty-Six Chaotic Cloak Hammers," Break the Heavens!

The Immortal Execution Sword Technique Dao Reversal!

"The Immortal-Extinguishing Three Spears" —Heavenly-Immortal Execution!

The Human Emperor Heaven-Suppressing Seal!

Clang--!

A deafening clang of metal clashing resounded through the sky, and the violent shockwave directly caused half of the entire section of the city wall in front of Heavenly Wind City to collapse!

Zhong Wanchou's invincible thousand-foot-long Ghost-Slaying Immortal Sword, under the direct confrontation with the Top-grade Immortal Artifact Haotian Hammer and the Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure Immortal Execution Sword, immediately let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden. The crimson divine light on the sword body exploded into sparks all over the sky, and it was actually knocked away!

"What?! How is this possible?!"

Zhong Wanchou's tiger's mouth split open, blood spurting out. The massive Zhong Kui Faxiang was shaken back three big steps by this backlash, each step leaving a bottomless black hole in the void!

Before he could regain his footing, Chen Changqing himself had already charged forward with the Immortal Execution Sword, pointing his left hand with his fingers together.

"Sword World, open!"

Buzz--!

The dark Firmament within a hundred miles instantly transformed into a dazzling daylight in the world of swords!

Hundreds of millions of Divine Swords, formed from Pure Yang and Chaos Qi, hung upside down in the sky, tearing the Divine Dao of Punishing Evil God's Path to shreds and completely sealing off all of Zhong Wanchou's escape routes.

"Beat him up!"

At Chen Changqing's command, the five Avatars of Late Heavenly Monarch Stage, empowered by the rules of the Sword World, transformed into five afterimages and pounced directly on the thousand-foot-tall Zhong Kui Faxiang!

There were no fancy probing maneuvers, just the most savage and brutal close-quarters beating!

The two Avatars on the left swung their enormous, top-grade Top-grade Immortal Artifacts, the Haotian Hammers, and smashed them down on Zhong Kui Faxiang's head and shoulders.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With each strike, large swathes of solidified Dao Gold shattered and exploded, causing Zhong Wanchou's eardrums to perforate and blood to flow from his seven orifices within the Faxiang.

The two avatars on the right Avatar Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spears, their dark Dragon Roars rising and falling. Each spear aimed directly at the vital points of the Faxiang's chest and ribs, piercing dozens of large, bright holes in the supposedly invulnerable crimson official robe!

The fifth Avatar directly carried the ten-thousand-foot-tall Human Emperor Heaven-Suppressing Seal, riding on the neck of Zhong Kui Faxiang, and slammed it repeatedly against the Faxiang's crown!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull thuds were as dense as a downpour pounding on banana leaves.

Golden divine blood, mixed with shattered fragments of Faxiang, rained down onto the Gobi Desert.

On the ground, Zhong Cheng stared in disbelief at the Faxiang of the ancestor being brutally beaten by six white-robed men, his Heavy Sword clattering to the ground.

This is Heavenly Monarch Tribulation Immortals?!

This is clearly six thugs ganging up on an old man who couldn't fight back in the street!

"Stop! Stop right now!!"

In mid-air, Zhong Wanchou roared madly inside the Faxiang, spewing out mouthfuls of black blood.

He desperately tried to retaliate by activating the Principle the Divine Dao of Punishing Evil, but under the suppression of Chen Changqing's Sword World, his Principle were extremely sluggish. In addition, the five Avatars wielding top- Top-grade Immortal Artifacts were smashing at his face, leaving him no time to even raise the Ghost-Slaying Immortal Sword!

Click--!

With a crisp cracking sound, Chen Changqing seized the opportunity and unleashed an Immortal Execution Sword that swept across, tearing a massive gash hundreds of feet long into the chest of Zhong Kui Faxiang!

Zhong Wanchou's true form, exposed to the air, was covered in blood, his sternum collapsed, and he looked as if he was about to be smashed into mincemeat by the hammers and spears of the five Avatars at any moment.

The extreme fear of death completely shattered Zhong Wanchou's psychological defenses.

He glanced in the direction of the city, then without hesitation reached into his robes and crushed a blood-red Communication Jade Talisman carved with the face of Yama, letting out a heart-wrenching, piercing roar:

"Nangong, save me!!"

"I, Zhong Wanchou, don't want that Primordial Immortal Emperor Token anymore; I'll offer it all to you. Quickly, kill him!!"