Chapter 80: Finally
Human race traitors, the heavenly demon's descendants have brought traitors to attack!
All Ye family disciples, follow me to exterminate the rebels!
The Ye family's cultivators here were prepared and immediately launched an attack.
The Ye family elder at the forefront casually brandished a Pear Blossom Mountain-Splitting Axe.
The Ye family elder stood suspended in the air.
Immediately, they noticed not far away the awe-inspiring, heaven-soaking murderous aura of Su Changfeng and his companions.
What is this aura? Martial Dao Venerable Realm?! Are you a Martial Venerable?!
Though the person hasn't arrived, that soul‑grasping heavenly might is unmistakable to the Ye family elder.
He never expected Su Changfeng to have broken through to the Martial Venerable realm unnoticed.
Damn it, there aren't enough cultivation resources in Yunhai City; how did Su Changfeng manage to break through?
However, even if you've reached Martial Venerable, being inside the formation will suppress your cultivation.
Hahaha! I see you lot of short‑lived ghosts—will you die this time or not?
With that weak, powerless effort of yours, you can't even unleash your natal magic artifacts, yet you dare dream of breaking the formation and opposing East Wasteland and Young Master Ye Xuan? That's pure daydreaming!
All Ye family disciples, hear my order: follow me into the formation, hold out until the main force arrives to support us, and capture Su Changfeng alive!
Capture Su Changfeng alive!
……
Earth‑shaking battle cries rang out, various magic artifacts clashed, the splendid duels of powerful cultivators lit up the sky, and omens frequently appeared over the previously cloud‑less heavens.
At this moment, the formation master sensed someone breaking into the formation and hurriedly shouted, 'Someone has broken into the formation—kill!'
Su Changfeng and company have all entered the formation, preparing to break it and fight us; now is the perfect moment to wipe them out in one fell swoop.
After a few breaths.
Whoosh!
The first brigade hidden at the West City Gate.
After another few breaths.
Whoosh!
The third brigade.
Whoosh!
……
Finally, take one last look at the Nameless Mountain hidden eighty li away.
Soul cultivators used divine sense to transmit the message all the way over.
They had ample spirit stone resources, built a Spirit Gathering Grand Formation, suffered no torment from spirit eruptions, each cultivator was full of vigor—nothing like the cultivators on Su Changfeng's side could compare.
Yet, at this very moment—
Swish!
Swish‑swish—
The sound of a long sword tearing through the air split the night sky.
Su Chen stepped on the Holy Emperor Ancient Weapon, clutching dozens of Thunderfire Talismans.
With a calm expression, he advanced toward the heavens.
It is now the fourth watch of the night, and Yunhai City is only the distance of a single incense stick away.
Su Chen and company flew through the air, fortunate to be wearing spirit treasures engraved with a small Spirit Gathering Formation.
Otherwise, the accumulated spirit energy inside would soon burst their bodies.
Su Chen paced, turned to look at Sect Master Liu beside him, and said, 'Wasn't it said that by riding the Space Transmission Formation and then flying on a sword for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, we'd arrive?'
That's indeed correct.
Then why haven't we arrived yet, even though it's almost the time of a single incense stick?
Sect Master Liu caught his breath and said, 'This place has been pre‑laid with a Mist Smoke Formation; it seems like the span of one incense stick, but in fact it still requires an hour's time.'
Su Chen: '……'
Never mind.
An hour, then an hour it is.
Su Chen, worrying about his father's safety, had no time to delay; he had to rush to Yunhai City as fast as possible.
Although the sealed cultivation in Sect Master Liu's body had been released, his physique remained weak; despite the small Spirit Gathering Formation, he carelessly let violent spirit energy enter his body.
It cannot compare to the Second Sister Su Lingxue and Madam Su, who are at the Martial Ancestor and Martial Venerable realms.
Suddenly.
Sect Master Liu's eyes flickered.
He seemed to see a strand of golden primordial energy.
She focused her gaze and looked at the other side of the mountain—someone was dueling?
There's also a familiar formation aura?
'Even this late at night, it's still a primordial energy fluctuation, and there's a formation…' Sect Master Liu stared intently at the other side of the mountain, lost in thought, as if recalling something.
His face suddenly changed: 'Little nephew!'
'Little nephew, use your divine sense to check—does that side have a formation aura?'
Upon hearing this, Su Chen's Martial Venerable‑level divine soul seeped out.
Next, the entire scene of the other side of the mountain appeared in his mind: 'Oh no, the formation's core eye has been found—Su Changfeng and the rebels must have broken out of the formation!'
'Immediately send a jade‑slip message; the Ye family disciples eighty li away will surely arrive at once.'
Charge!
At the summit of Wuming Mountain, several cultivators were just preparing to send a voice transmission when a silver ribbon streaked down from the heavens.
Before those nearby could react, they instantly turned to ash.
All the scouts' expressions turned grave, the atmosphere grew eerie, especially the cultivator standing beside that disciple: "Who? Who is it! What on earth......"
No mysterious weapon,
No residual divine sense aura.
No natal magic artifact.
Nothing at all, completely empty.
The scout merely saw a silver ribbon descend from the heavens, and then his companion seemed to have never existed, mysteriously vanishing.
Seeing the storage ring dropped on the ground, the scout looked around several times, finally after an internal struggle, decided to reach out and pick up the storage ring.
"Boom!" it exploded.
"Ahhh!"
An explosive talisman from afar drifted straight onto the scout's arm, and the entire arm instantly blew up into ash.
Not long after.
Su Chen appeared at the scout's den at top speed, locking eyes with the horrified scout cultivator: "Who... who are you? What exactly do you want? Don't you know I am a descendant of the Ye family?"
"What did you just say about Su Changfeng?" Su Chen stepped forward.
He kicked the scout over with one foot.
He pressed his shoe sole onto the scout's severed arm.
Hearing the hysterical roar, Su Chen casually took out a talisman, stuck it on the scout's forehead, and continued asking: "What happened to Su Changfeng? Speak quickly!"
After an indescribable pain stabbed deep into his nerves, he looked terrified and said: "Su, Su Changfeng led the Yunhai City cultivators, broke the formation, charged out of Yunhai City, intending to leave via East City to buy spirit stones elsewhere..."
"These are all traps set in advance by Ye Han, the Eldest Young Master."
"At this very moment, fewer than a thousand Ye family disciples guard the East City gate, but in fact eight thousand cultivators have employed the Turtle Breath Grand Method, hiding their forms in Wuming Mountain eighty li away."
"Everything is solely to lure Su Changfeng; as soon as a soul transmission is received, the eight thousand cultivators who get the information will immediately move out to capture the rebel Su Changfeng alive."
Although this matter is kept secret among the disciples, any cultivator with sense knows it full well.
Such a scheme is as obvious as the saying "Sima Zhao's intent is known to all passersby."
Ye Han has no fear at all; his goal is not merely to capture Su Changfeng alive, but mainly to obtain the Supreme Inheritance on Su Chen's person.
Moreover, he is certain that Su Changfeng will surely not miss this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.
Now trapped in a desperate situation, he has only this path to take.
The eight thousand cultivators are stationed eighty li away; he can only take a gamble—even if it's a trap, he must enter it, for even a one-in-ten-thousand chance, he must wager.
"Just, just that much."
"Just who exactly are you? Why......"
"I am Su Chen."
End of Chapter
