Chapter 110: Meeting the Person

The honorary senior brother is dead; now, now it's not a matter of belief… but what should we do?

Quick, quick think of a plan, otherwise our three thousand cultivators will likely be destroyed in the hands of just three hundred people.

The power of the talismans in their hands is terrifying; ten breaths—no, three breaths each—could likely withstand a full strike from a Martial Ancestor Realm cultivator; all we heard was a burst of thunder in our ears, followed by a flash like a silk ribbon.

How can we fight? How else can we fight?

Cultivated for decades.

In this lifetime, we have faced such a desperate situation.

The disciples of the Qingming Divine Sect were completely panicked, confused, and for a moment spun in place.

The honorary grand senior brother stared fixedly at Su Chen's Ultimate Dao Emperor Sword in his hand, feeling that terrifying sword aura, his eyes blazing as he fixed his gaze, a flicker of greed flashing in his eyes: "Cannot retreat; retreating further leaves no future."

Su Chen wields this absolute profound weapon; the threat is immense, he is a major enemy—if not eliminated, our Heavenly Profound Dao Sect will never have peace.

All disciples, hear the order: charge forward, spare no cost, even if spiritual power is exhausted and essence blood drained to the last drop, we must seize the inheritance from Su Chen's hand; as long as we take the inheritance, Su Chen and company will have nothing to fear!

Whoever seizes the absolute spirit treasure will be rewarded with one earth-rank high-level cultivation method and granted one chance to enter the Xuanhuang Secret Realm.

The Qingming Sect disciples, eyes red, forced into a desperate situation, launched a fearless charge.

Retreat is impossible; the honorary grand senior brother guards the rear—anyone who dares to flee the battlefield will have his spiritual crown flung away by a single sword, his heart corrupted.

We can only grit our teeth and charge forward without regard for anything.

What if...?

What if Su Chen's talismans are completely used up and the inheritance is snatched away?

Clinging to a sliver of hope, tens of thousands rushed forward without reservation, surrounding Su Chen and company.

At this moment,

Su Chen raised his eyebrows.

He personally saw the disciples gathering together, like dumplings being wrapped, gradually forming an encirclement.

Look at those Qingming disciples across the way, swarming like a locust plague—if a bolt of heavenly thunder struck down, wouldn't it kill a thousand or eight hundred?

【Open Myriad Worlds Mall】

【Exchange ten Immortal-grade Thunderfire Talismans.】

【Ding!】

【Exchange successful, deducting twenty thousand points】

As soon as the Thunderfire Talismans entered the storage ring,

Su Chen immediately pinched the seal, turning several sheets into ash as countless bolts of thunder shot down.

"Boom!"

"Rumble!"

In an instant, the sky became like broad daylight, a vast expanse of white.

Within a radius of several tens of li around the approaching killing formation, all were wiped out.

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

Within less than ten li of the killing formation, several bolts of lightning struck down.

Two bolts of heavenly thunder striking down would likely cause hundreds of casualties.

No way—who let them gather so tightly?

They clumped together like a swarm of locusts.

Su Chen summoned one bolt to the left, another to the right.

Those Qingming Sect disciples who mustered courage to charge were struck down one after another by heavenly thunderbolts, reduced to ashes, vanishing in pieces, leaving only their stunned fellow sect brothers standing frozen in place.

Under the might of this startling thunder, all the disciples collapsed……

"Su Chen, he, they…… how could they possibly summon heavenly thunder, and that sword in his hand…… that is clearly an absolute divine sword forged by a supreme Sword Dao expert."

"Ah! My hand! Ah! My leg…… no! My head is gone…… quickly save my senior sister!"

"Senior Brother, weren't you certain Su Chen had no more talismans left? With this Sword Emperor's left-behind absolute profound weapon…… how can we fight? How can we fight?"

"I won't fight…… run quick! Burn essence blood to perform Blood Escape."

"Senior Brother, hurry and flee! Withdraw!"

Indeed!

Several hundred talismans were sacrificed, summoning several hundred bolts of heavenly thunder—wouldn't the eight thousand disciples of the Qingming Sect be blown to ashes?

But, but the problem is, are they worth several hundred Thunderfire Talismans?

Don't they need points?

Seeing the disciples discard their armor and abandon their gear, Su Chen felt not a shred of pity.

The only thing that comforted him was that, having been scattered, the consumption of talismans decreased, meaning the required points also decreased.

He immediately unleashed the Ultimate Dao Emperor Sword, slashing a sword aura at the Qingming Sect disciples fleeing while performing Blood Escape.

"Su, Chen!" the honorary grand senior brother's back teeth were about to shatter; watching this scene, he fumed with bloodshot eyes: "No! I am not resigned! I will not be a defeated dog; I will kill him and seize his supreme inheritance!"

"Senior Brother, the fellow disciples' hearts are shaken, unstable; if we don't withdraw now, Su Chen will catch up to us."

"Withdraw! In just the time it takes to burn an incense stick, we lost eight hundred—no, now it's three thousand…… In the span of an incense stick, we lost three thousand cultivators; that eerie sword aura cannot be resisted even by the top-grade defensive spiritual treasure forged by a Grand Master Artificer."

"Moreover, Su Chen, the dozens of heavenly thunderbolts he summoned last wiped out nearly two thousand of our fellow brothers."

"We…… will seek another opportunity……"

He truly is unwilling!

Unwilling!

Originally mighty in momentum, yet they ended up suffering a crushing defeat and returning.

In the time it takes to burn a single incense stick, they were beaten and scattered.

But, facing an opponent whose details were unknown and not knowing how many talisman-honored senior brothers he had, he could only suppress the resentment in his heart, gave Su Chen a fierce glare, and led the Qingming Sect disciples away from the place.

The ground was pitted and uneven, filled with a thick thunderous aura.

On the ground there were still unextinguished earth fires, burning corpses…… Few disciples' bodies remained; the heavenly thunder's power was astonishing, directly blasting them to ashes.

This group of frightened, forgotten disciples could only collapse in pools of blood; some had only one hand and one foot, struggling in despair: "Take me with me, don't abandon me, save me!"

"Senior brother, I want to go back to the sect! I… I don't want to die!"

But no matter how they shouted, even if they shouted until their throats were raw, it was of no avail.

They had been completely abandoned.

This heart-stopping scene.

This cognition-overturning inheritance.

It was Qingxia who piloted the spirit vessel from Yunhai City, rushing over and fortunately witnessing this devastated land.

"This… Heaven!"

Qingxia looked down in shock from above, gazing at the earth from the flying vessel.

Gazing into the distance, standing on the spirit vessel, robes fluttering, black hair flying, clad in white with hands behind back, displaying youthful vigor.

Su Chen.

This is the man whom Liu Liyan loves to the bone.

And only at this moment did Qingxia suddenly understand… why Liu Liyan would not even look upon the Sixth Prince of the Dayu Dynasty, yet she must love Su Chen to the bone.

Perhaps this is the unique insight of the master's eye.

Su Chen, indeed without equal.

"Hahaha, the Qingming Sect disciples have fled!"

"The young lord's just-unleashed peerless sword, its sword intent truly terrifying, whooshed down; the Qingming Sect disciples were like melons and vegetables being chopped, all cut in half at the waist."

"If I may say, that Qingming Sect's senior brother is interesting; he actually had the sect's artifact crafters forge a top-tier defensive spiritual treasure, truly thinking mortal power can contend with the Heavenly Dao? Daydreaming of using a defensive spiritual treasure to resist heavenly thunder."

"You didn't notice the expression of that Qingming lackey senior brother; his jaw almost dropped from shock, hahaha, never have I felt so gratified, letting them keep calling them natives."