Chapter 845: Sima Song's Doom

Sima Song panicked, never expecting that a randomly chosen caravan would contain a master like Chen Shen; this was the best caravan he had eyed for an attack, with few guards and no protective measures, making it easy to succeed.

He had let many passing caravans go, but he had singled out this one, never expecting Chen Shen to be hiding among them, concealing his cultivation and not revealing his strength.

"Have I been schemed against?"

In an instant, Sima Song's mind flashed with the thought that he had been schemed against.

The more they fought, the more he felt something was off; the person before him grew stronger step by step, seemingly probing his strength, gradually increasing pressure, while the others nearby watched him with ruthless tactics, striking to kill.

Sima Song instantly felt this group was not ordinary; they were not a mere caravan but a well-trained killing unit.

"Are you people of the Chen Clan?"

Soon, Sima Song saw Chen Yuan's clothing; the familiar "Chen" character was conspicuous, only the Chen Clan dared to embroider it, and there was a certain mark on the vehicle, which was the Chen Clan's insignia.

At this moment, Sima Song felt despair; having offended the Chen Clan, it was hard to leave alive.

The Chen Clan rose too quickly; when they act, they are extremely ruthless and decisive, never leaving any trace, killing outright on first strike and never giving enemies a second chance—this is what he had heard recently and also witnessed.

Any clan or force that offends the Chen Clan will be silently erased.

The Chen Clan rose too quickly; when they act, they are extremely ruthless and decisive, never leaving any trace, killing outright on first strike and never giving enemies a second chance—this is what he had heard recently and also witnessed.

After looting these resources, he would leave this place, flee overseas to hide and cultivate, and once he had sufficient power, he could return to the Great Qi Dynasty to take revenge.

"Hmph."

Sima Song harbored killing intent; once identified, the Great Qi Dynasty would soon act.

The Black Dragon Guard are everywhere; they know his whereabouts and will surely send people to kill him.

Once exposed, he will face endless pursuit.

Sima Song understood this clearly, so he must kill these people, leaving none alive.

Otherwise, the last hope of his Sima Clan would die, and the Sima Clan would have no chance of revenge.

"Sima Sword Technique."

"Vulture."

The sword is like a vulture, striking suddenly, extremely vicious.

This sword thrust was aimed at Chen Shen's neck.

Seeing this, Chen Shen brandished his blade; that sword was a medium-grade Spiritual Artifact, a weapon forged for him by Chen Chuyang, a piece he had obtained at great expense, and Chen Shen, not knowing what weapon he wanted, casually asked for a sword.

He then obtained this Heavy Yang Blade; its blade was thick and heavy, emitting scorching firelight.

"Heavy Yang."

Firelight appeared on the Heavy Yang Blade, flickering flames shooting up into the sky.

The flames approached Sima Song, and a moment's carelessness left him struck.

On his chest, a blackened burn mark appeared.

The flames burned his clothes; Sima Song quickly smothered them, then looked at Chen Shen before him, his eyes turning mad.

"You are not Void Elixir First Heaven."

Chen Shen lifted the Heavy Yang Blade and walked forward.

Firelight flickered on the Heavy Yang Blade, burning the earth.

The ground was dragged into a blackened trench.

"Hehehe, you guessed right—I am indeed not Void Elixir First Heaven."

He erupted in speed, leapt up, raised the Heavy Yang Blade high, and brought it down.

"Boom."

In an instant, firelight scattered, burning the surrounding trees.

The burning flames kept spreading; Sima Song's body staggered backward, while the other Chen Clan members sprang into action, having waited long.

"Pfft."

One Chen Clan disciple's sword blade pierced Sima Song's chest, this strike taking half his life.

In pain, Sima Song waved his hand and swatted that disciple away.

Nearby disciples surged forward, and in a moment Sima Song was surrounded.

At the end of his strength, like a startled bird, he was continually surrounded and attacked.

Several more wounds appeared on his body, these quickly worsening.

Chen Shen found an opportunity, leapt up, and jumped to a height of ten meters.

The Heavy Yang Blade was raised, absorbing solar power to form a huge fireball, like the sun itself.

"Heavy Yang Blade Technique, Heavy Yang."

"Rumble."

Firelight shattered everything; the surrounding earth was instantly swept away.

In an instant, all flora within a hundred-meter radius were completely burned to ash.

Sima Song's body also struggled amidst the firelight; when the smoke and dust cleared,

Sima Song's figure emerged, his clothes already burned by fire, his upper torso blackened, those wounds continually... emitting scorched gas; Chen Shen, seeing this, sneered: "Sima Song, it seems you are no better than this; with your puny strength, you dare to rob my Chen Clan's caravan—you have a death wish."

Sima Song stared fixedly at Chen Shen, killing intent condensed to the extreme, yet he could not act.

That blade posed a great threat to him.

This person's cultivation remains unknown.

"Hmph, you who rely on weapon might are nothing more."

Uncle Three Chen Shen said coldly: "You can also use weapons; don't you have any?"

Sima Song: "……"

"By the way, I forgot—your Sima Clan has been wiped out, leaving only you, a remnant, alive; soon, the Sima Clan will be utterly destroyed."

Today is your last day, Sima Song.

Heavy Yang Blade Technique.

Heavy Yang.

He repeated the old trick, the same move; Chen Shen gave him no opportunity.

Another round of the sun fell, and the ground was smashed into a deep pit.

Sima Song's body flew backward, landing on the ground; his blackened body was scorched by the firelight, looking awful.

His hair was gone, his true qi rapidly depleted; this was exactly the effect Chen Shen wanted.

After two depletions, the already weak Sima Song became even weaker.

Up, kill him.

Chen Shen waved his hand: "He's already at the end of his strength; kill him, and there will be a heavy reward."

Seeing this, the Chen Clan disciples all rushed forward; they had already figured out Sima Song's strength.

Besieging, the Chen Clan are very skilled.

In the past, they were always the ones being besieged; this time, it's different.

Puchi.

Puchi.

Sima Song retreated step by step, forced into being unable to move.

Chen Shen saw an opportunity and quickly made a move.

Puchi.

The Heavy Yang Blade pierced Sima Song's dantian, and his inner core shattered.

The firelight quickly burned; in less than a few breaths, Sima Song's body was consumed by flames.

No!

I cannot die.

I am a genius of the Sima Clan; how could I die at the hands of these trash?

I am so unwilling.

Puchi.

The Heavy Yang Blade was drawn out, flames enveloping Sima Song.

Here, only miserable cries remained.

Everyone watched this scene, coldly gazing.

After a long while, Sima Song's body was reduced to ashes covering the ground; Chen Shen coldly said: "The Sima Clan is utterly destroyed."

You have existed for many years; it's time for you to be destroyed.

The new era will belong to our Chen Clan.

Chen Clan, shall rise.