Chapter 207: One Touch, Immediate Explosion

Powerful!

Unparalleled power! Not only are the players shocked by the might of the one-time Slaying Immortal Array, even Chen Shicheng feels as if he no longer recognizes this formation.

Don't be fooled by his expressionless face; inside, he has already begun to doubt his life.

Both are Slaying Immortal Arrays, so why is this one-time version so spectacular? When he first encountered a Slaying Immortal Array, he was a brand‑new player of only a few days, a pitiful level 5, with feeble strength and shallow insight.

Besides knowing that stepping into the formation carelessly will lead to death, he could not grasp the terror of a formation that has existed for countless years.

Even using Merit Points to contemplate the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent, his insufficient Merit Points let him grasp only a superficial hint, and after the basics he could not delve further.

But now, after mastering this one-time formation—once a ten‑thousand‑year‑old array whose power has dwindled to a few remnants—through his own Slaying Immortal formation, he realizes how naïvely bold his former self was to survive its interior; the underground ancestors, searching for connections, must have broken their legs.

"Hui Siye, our lives are truly grand."

Chen Shicheng tapped his mask and said with emotion.

"What are you saying?"

Hui Siye, standing in strict formation, stared at the shocked monk opposite; Chen Shicheng's sudden remark left him bewildered, "Quickly act and eliminate that bald donkey on the other side; this formation is already at the end of its strength, aren't you afraid it will vanish suddenly?"

The end of a strong bow?

Chen Shicheng smiled inwardly, offering no explanation.

Hui Siye had only circled the outer edge of the formation, and then was beheaded directly by the Slaying Immortal Sword Intent, never having known the formation's horror.

Is the terror of the Slaying Immortal Array the countless Slaying Immortal Sword Intents embedded in its spatial matrix?

No! Just as the Four-Element Exorcism Array that blankets the nation requires a core treasure to function, the core of the Slaying Immortal Array lies at its center—currently the white light with complete eyebrows and whiskers hovering above his head.

All other sword intents, formations, and everything else are merely the result of the power radiated over countless years; only this speck of white gleam is the essence of the Slaying Immortal Array.

Gazing at that gleam, Chen Shicheng seemed to see the ultimate future form of his own Slaying Immortal Sword Intent, his eyes filled with obsession.

"Who exactly are you?"

The fat monk opposite stared at Chen Shicheng, his whole body tense, his voice low yet vigilant.

His mindset had indeed been unsettled by Chen Shicheng's tactics, shifting from initial overestimation to contempt after the true nature was revealed, making him think the newcomer was nothing special.

But before he could finish his pretense, the opponent casually tossed out a formation capable of altering an entire war, leaving him stunned; now he regarded Chen Shicheng as a peer worthy of equal discourse.

"Don't ask; if you do, the answer is a socialist successor."

Regaining his composure, Chen Shicheng looked at the fat monk, a cryptic smile on his face, "No more idle talk; you may proceed safely."

Before the words finished, he casually raised his right hand; the white Slashing Immortal Sword Intent drifting throughout the valley‑wide formation halted instantly, twisting and vanishing entirely.

At this moment, the entire one-time Slaying Immortal Array had been subsumed under Chen Shicheng's own formation, leaving only the white gleam with complete eyebrows and whiskers hovering steadily above his head. "Danger, be careful!"

The fat monk instantly sensed trouble; as Buddha light surged for full defense, he loudly warned the surviving disciples.

But it was already too late; although the surviving monks heard the fat monk's warning and defended with all their might immediately, it was all in vain.

In the next instant, the invisible sword aura flickered countless times in a single moment, leaving everyone frozen in defensive stance.

Then countless red lines appeared upon their bodies, disintegrating under the fat monk's eyes blazing with fury; the white elephant on the other side suffered the same fate, turning into a pile of shredded flesh.

La Tiao froze for a moment, instinctively glanced at his master; upon seeing Chen Shicheng not paying attention, his small eyes shifted, and he quietly opened his gaping maw, beginning to devour the white elephant's corpse with gusto.

Master is great, the food is already cut into pieces. 【Killed Lv. 20 Yuanjue, over‑level kill experience doubled, gained Experience Points 6, obtained Qimei Long Staff ×1.】

【Killed Lv. 19 Yuantong, over‑level kill experience doubled, gained Experience Points 4, obtained Small Rejuvenation Pill ×1.】

【Killed Lv. 25 White Elephant, over‑level kill experience doubled, gained Experience Points 16, obtained Skill Jade Scroll: Dragon Elephant Stomps Earth ×1.】

【Kill】

Dozens of kill messages flashed instantly, pushing Chen Shicheng's experience bar to level 17, 211/100.

He didn't even glance, clicked two lower panels, raising his level to 19, and his attributes became Essence: 76.3, Qi: 76, Spirit: 106.2.

His breath surged, and he cast Universal Rainfall twice on himself, Healing the wounds inflicted by the Descending Demon Staff.

The Slashing Immortal Array skill normally consumes True Essence to activate, but the one-time Slaying Immortal Array requires nothing, so Chen Shicheng need not conserve True Essence—use it as needed.

Feeling his wounds healed and his body stronger, Chen Shicheng gave a satisfied smile, directing his gaze at the fat monk.

"Amitabha, truly an Evil demon, relying on killing to boost strength!" The fat monk didn't even look at the dead disciples or the white elephant, clasping his hands in a compassionate pose.

"Tsk, Experience Points are something you wouldn't understand, illiteracy is terrible," Chen Shicheng shook his head, "Now it's your turn, travel well!"

Although his words suggested he had the monk cornered, he remained on guard.

Even the Eye of Bai Ze could not determine the fat monk's level; at minimum he is a Zifu Realm being, perhaps a big boss of the Dharma-Form Realm—one careless move could cause a disaster, never underestimate him.

"I will not enter hell; who will? Today, to subdue demons, I, the old monk, must unleash a killing spree."

As the fat monk spoke, his expression shifted to a Vajra‑like angry glare; behind him, Buddha light rose, and a statue of an Arhat gradually took shape.

Compared with before, the Arhat behind him was at least twice as tall, now bearing three heads and six arms, each hand clutching a Buddhist weapon, its six eyes fixed on Chen Shicheng.

A fully golden Zen staff appeared in his hand, its ring constantly trembling, emitting pleasant metallic clinks.

Watching the two on the brink of clash, Jingluo's face changed, he quickly urged the players behind him to retreat to a safe distance, then anxiously watched the battlefield. (End of chapter)