Chapter 81: Crushing Defeat

Bang!

Four words accompanied by a fist wind, the scout's eyes widened to round, as if seeing something unbelievable, finally collapsing in a pool of blood.

Su Chen glanced at the two corpses on the ground, threw a thunderfire talisman onto the ground, then narrowed his eyes scanning the back mountain where a formation had been laid: 'Really went to great lengths, just to get Father out.'

Eight thousand cultivators concealed their aura, hiding in a great mountain where a Void Grand Formation had been set up, letting Father know it was a trap but, for the sake of spirit stone resources, having no choice but to gamble.

This trick of luring the snake out of its hole is really slick.

Wait for Father and the Cloud Sea City disciples to leave the city, then we can directly flank.

Father and the Cloud Sea City disciples were tormented by the violent spirit phenomenon; the Gathering Spirit Formation could not provide sufficient spiritual energy, likely affecting their meridians, causing their cultivation and combat power to plummet.

Since you want to play, I'll accompany you in playing properly.

Ye Han probably still naively thinks, waiting for the eight thousand cultivators to go support?

Then just keep waiting, waiting until the end of time, probably never able to wait for that moment.

Su Chen now, as long as he's outside the formation, just set up another formation, and he can turn the tide.

"Black Panther, Black Dog, you two stay behind, guard the formation eye, do not let the eight thousand cultivators hidden in the formation come out; if they show any movement, immediately detain them."

"Others, follow me on the flying boat and head to the East City Gate."

"Yes!!"

Su Chen piloted the flying boat at top speed toward the East City Gate.

Meanwhile, the soul cultivator in charge of receiving the sound-transmitting jade slip in the opposing grand formation waited and waited, an entire hour passing with no movement.

Was the other side dazed?

Why not use the jade slip for sound transmission, where are the people?

But before he could leave the formation to check the outside situation, two voices came to his ears.

"Grand Elder, have you heard any strange sounds?"

In the formation on Nameless Mountain, the elder hiding there furrowed his brows slightly; the moment something spread out, it was bounced back, after several attempts with no success, he shook his head: 'No, how could you hear a voice?'

"No, just now there was a mysterious aura; after a while, now nothing can be heard."

"This place is near the Myriad Demon Mountain Range, with demon beasts appearing; it's completely normal, nothing to make a fuss about."

"Guard the formation eye well, do not let anyone approach."

"The Young Master said, at the latest tonight, Su Changfeng will surely take advantage of the night's reduced perception to break the formation; wait for the soul cultivator's sound transmission, then all disciples will immediately set out to flank Su Changfeng and his men, killing every last one of his followers."

Unfortunately,

They never dreamed that the formation blocking all spiritual sense detection had already been taken over by Su Chen.

Furthermore, he even re-laid another formation outside the original one.

Those soul cultivators' divine senses or jade slips are now ineffective; tonight nothing can get through.

Meanwhile, Ye Han and the others are still foolishly waiting for the eight thousand disciples to come reinforce.

Even if the shouts of killing outside shake the universe.

He remains calm and composed, steadily holding the East City Gate.

"Report, Young Master."

"Su Changfeng's side also has two thousand cultivators; although the formation suppresses cultivation, no one expected Su Changfeng to break through in battle, entering the legendary Martial Sovereign Realm, and his disciples far outnumber ours."

"The first batch of disciples sent out have already been killed in action."

"Our over one thousand disciples probably can't hold out much longer."

Ye Han listened to this news without blinking an eye.

Everything is under his control.

The only thing he didn't anticipate was Su Changfeng silently breaking through to Martial Sovereign; this also further convinced him that Su Chen absolutely hides a great secret.

But what does that matter? This formation can suppress cultivation and can still drag on.

Even if his one thousand disciples all die, it doesn't matter; as long as the eight thousand disciples hidden in Nameless Mountain arrive.

Then they can turn the tide and bring the dead back to life.

It's only an hour; he has this confidence.

"Hah!"

Ye Han's eyes deep and unfathomable, not knowing what he was thinking, a hint of self-satisfaction appeared on his face as he said: 'No need to worry; pass the word, let the disciples hold on a little longer, our Ye family disciples will arrive shortly.'

"They are suppressed by the formation and also suffered violent spirit intrusion, not daring to openly use spiritual power, merely engaging in a trapped beast's struggle."

"Look at them, they don't even dare to unleash their natal magic artifacts; what is there to fear?"

"Su Changfeng, Su Changfeng, the blame lies only with your son, who holds the supreme inheritance yet fails to restrain his sharpness; you, a mere few thousand disciples of the Profound Heaven Dao Sect, what do you have to fight against the Ye family backed by the Star Pavilion?"

"Could it be that your less than three thousand disciples are all Martial Sovereigns and Martial Sages? Hahaha!"

Ye Han, upon thinking of soon capturing Su Changfeng, could interrogate him for Su Chen's whereabouts, then lure the opponent and seize the supreme inheritance.

That way, he wouldn't have to deal with the Ye family evasively, nor need to watch Ye Xuan's facial expression.

Ye Xuan appears upright and proper, but actually has a mother complex, not to mention he's a dark-hearted pervert, even having a fondness for male-male love.

Narrow-minded, initially Su Chen merely defeated him, without humiliating him or destroying his meridians; he followed his master's words, abolished his meridians to cultivate the Star Battle Technique, achieving the Star Battle Body.

He has no intention of aligning with such people; moreover, he once bullied Ye Xuan in childhood, and these days he's been anxious, fearing Ye Xuan's revenge.

As an hour passed……

"Report, Young Master, Su Changfeng and company have found the formation eye and are preparing to break the formation."

Ye Han merely furrowed his brows slightly, still wearing an expression of calm indifference: 'It's fine, just need to patiently await reinforcements.'

"Report!"

"Young Master, our formation has been broken; Su Changfeng and company have already slaughtered into the East City Gate—for your safety, please withdraw immediately!"

Ye Han's heart clenched tightly, yet he showed no panic: 'Keep waiting, the Ye family disciples will return shortly to reinforce us.'

Reporting...

As battle reports came one after another, Ye Han went from initially calm and composed, to puzzled in the middle, finally panicked, utterly flustered, unable to stay seated.

It was about to exceed his expected time,

But Su Changfeng was about to come attack,

However, the Ye family disciples behind the mountain still showed no movement.

Ye Han sprang to his feet.

The earth-shaking shouts of battle not far away were drawing nearer.

Ye Han released the aura of a quasi-Martial Sovereign from his whole body, unleashed his natal flying sword, left the garrison, narrowed his eyes looking toward the distant Nameless Mountain: "How long has it been since the soul cultivators sent their transmission?"

"Young Master, it's already been about two hours."

"Two hours..."

Ye Han's face changed: "How is that possible? At most the time it takes to burn an incense stick, yet it still hasn't arrived?"

"What are those good-for-nothings doing?"

"If the battle opportunity is delayed, Su Changfeng will break through the formation and leave; by then he'll find a supply of spirit stones, then with the aid of demonic beasts he'll contend with us, and the cost will be immeasurable. What on earth is going on?"

Ye Han fixed his gaze on Nameless Mountain, while also extending his divine sense outward.

"Gone!"

"Still nothing!"

"Eight thousand disciples, and their cultivation isn't low; at most the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, they should all have arrived."

Ye Han's heart was instantly lifted, becoming extremely flustered.