Chapter 120

Chen Zheng stood towering, his massive hand covering the sky, ignoring the fierce assaults of the heroes, and with a single grip he ripped the Mysterious Turtle Pavilion from its roots, shocking everyone.

Whoosh! Whoosh…

He squeezed the massive hand of the Mysterious Turtle Pavilion, and it trembled; the countless warriors and cultivators hiding inside its interior space screamed and fell out like dumplings.

These people were all customers who had hidden themselves when the previous calamity occurred.

Now that the Mysterious Turtle Pavilion has changed hands, Chen Zheng naturally intends to clear them out.

As for the pills, elixirs, treasures, and all sorts of chaotic materials stored inside the Mysterious Turtle Pavilion, there are certainly many.

However, Chen Zheng has no time to inventory them now; he will first deal with this batch of people and speak of leaving Wan Gui Immortal Island later.

And he must finish the fight quickly before Fan Qingying and Wan Qingshan complete their heavenly rotation.

He still cannot contend with those two.

Boom—!

Chen Zheng moved again, like a towering sacred mountain shifting, causing the void to hum and tremble.

He raised his massive leg and stepped toward the many Wan Gui Immortal Island cultivators gathered ahead.

"Retreat quickly!"

"We cannot confront him head‑on; we must maneuver, striking his eyes and groin!"

The Wan Gui Immortal Island crowd's faces turned feral as they roared, using Light‑Dodge and fled toward the distance.

Chen Zheng's size was too massive.

They were like a swarm of ants.

Even a slight touch would cause their bodies to explode and their souls to scatter.

Only those who could stay far away and strike his fatal weak points with ranged methods could slay Chen Zheng.

However, Chen Zheng moved at extreme speed; his massive leg arrived in an instant.

Bang bang bang…

More than fifty cultivators failed to dodge, were stepped on by the huge foot, and exploded into mush on the spot.

"Kill!"

A burly elder of Wan Gui Immortal Island, eyes bulging, pointed a finger, and a lightning‑fast long sword turned into a startlingly cold flash, soaring into the sky, aiming at Chen Zheng's eyes.

It was his painstakingly forged masterpiece, the Thunder‑Strike Divine Sword, capable of piercing the void and killing in an instant.

"You will also die."

Chen Zheng's eyes shone like two great suns, dazzling, as he stared down at the burly elder.

At the same moment he snapped his finger, striking the flashing Thunder‑Strike Divine Sword; a terrifying rebound force emanated from his fingertip, sending the sword careening back to pierce the burly elder.

"Not good!"

The burly elder's complexion changed dramatically as he frantically linked his mind to the Thunder‑Strike Divine Sword, trying to control it.

But Chen Zheng's fingertip power was too great, preventing the elder from controlling the sword's direction; it could only tremble slightly.

Bang!

The Thunder‑Strike Divine Sword instantly pierced the elder's brow, causing his head to explode into a mist of blood, and his entire body shattered.

Only a life‑binding Golden Core that failed to self‑detonate remained, which Chen Zheng seized together with the Thunder‑Strike Divine Sword.

An Ancient Giant fell.

"Ah!"

"Ten Thousand Heroes Elder…"

Many of the Wan Gui Immortal Island people roared in bitter fury, eager to charge at Chen Zheng.

Unfortunately, before they could finish, Chen Zheng stomped, tearing them all into pieces.

Among them, two Ancient Giants also turned into a rain of blood, leaving two life‑binding Golden Cores and numerous treasures, which Chen Zheng collected.

"Go die for me!"

Wan Qin appeared beneath Chen Zheng's legs at an unknown moment, her pretty face twisted with ferocity, the golden dragon whip in her hand straight as a sword, aiming, she thrust it upward fiercely from below, intending to pierce Chen Zheng. Chilling to the core!

"You scoundrel, you are too despicable."

Enraged, Chen Zheng swung the Mysterious Turtle Pavilion in his hand and hurled it at Wan Qin.

Boom—!

The Mysterious Turtle Pavilion fell like a great mountain, blasting through the void at incomprehensible speed, striking Wan Qin's body in her terrified gaze.

At the final moment of her life, her life‑binding Golden Core burst forth, golden as a small sun, flashing with twenty‑five hues, exuding a destructive aura.

She intended to self‑detonate the Golden Core.

But a yellowish stream suddenly surged from the Mysterious Turtle Pavilion, covering the Golden Core and preventing its explosion.

She could only die in unwillingness, her fragrance fading like jade, and her life‑binding Golden Core fell into Chen Zheng's possession.

In the blink of an eye, Wan Gui Immortal Island lost three Golden Core cultivators and a Wind‑Fire Great Calamity cultivator of Eighth‑Level Divine Power, leaving only the last Ancient Giant.

That Ancient Giant was an old crone who had fled to the distance; upon seeing her companions slaughtered by Chen Zheng, she suddenly fluttered back like a moth to flame, her eyes filled with resolve and hatred.

Watching one by one /p>

To prevent Chen Zheng from using the Yellow Spring Holy Water, she said nothing and directly detonated the life‑binding Golden Core within her.

Boom—!

The old crone's body exploded, and a destructive storm centered on her death site swept outward.

Wherever it swept, everything turned to dust, raising a cloud of earth that engulfed a radius of a thousand li, obscuring the outer spectators from seeing anything.

"The Ancient Giant of Wan Gui Immortal Island self‑detonated!"

"Haha, at the self‑detonation center of a Golden Core cultivator, even an Eighth‑Level Divine Power cultivator would die, a Ninth‑Level cultivator would meet a tragic end, Chen Zheng is certainly doomed!"

"He dared to seize what we coveted, so his death was destined! It's just a pity we can't torture him to death ourselves."

In the distance, the four Great Divine Kings and the forty Great Thieves, watching the terrifying scene on Wan Gui Immortal Island, couldn't help but burst into laughter, while their hearts were also full of relief.

Fortunately, when Chen Zheng just killed the people on Wan Gui Immortal Island, they saw the unfavorable situation and fled together, now already a thousand li away from Wan Gui Immortal Island.

Otherwise, even if they hadn't died by Chen Zheng's hand, they would have been blown to death by the terrifying self‑detonation power of those on Wan Gui Immortal Island.

"At last, there is no Chen Zheng in this world."

Ying Tianqing Chang, who also fled early to a distant place, let out a sigh of relief.

He wouldn't even dare imagine how wonderful a world without Chen Zheng would be.

However, he must hurry to Yuhua Gate to comfort Fang Qingxue.

He also has to prepare for war with Wan Gui Immortal Island.

If Fang Qingxue learns that Chen Zheng died at the hands of someone from Wan Gui Immortal Island, she may find herself at odds with this sect.

He must help Fang Qingxue deal with Wan Gui Immortal Island.

In Wan Gui Hai Shi, more than three thousand li from Xuan Gui Ge, there stands a massive tower.

The tower's summit is crowded with people, men and women alike, each wearing long robes embroidered with golden little swords.

Those little swords flicker unpredictably, their sharp aura pressing, as if ready to pierce the void at any moment; ten thousand swords fire together, slaying the people.

This is the Ten Thousand Sword Robe, one of the Ten Daoist Doors, the signature garment of Tongtian Sword Sect disciples.

They are, of course, members of the Tongtian Sword Sect.

The sect has holdings in Wan Gui Hai Shi; with the anomaly at Xuan Gui Ge, it is normal for them to watch the battle.

"Chen Zheng was a generation's Heavenly Hero, his talent comparable to the Exquisite Immortal Lord, yet he did not fall by my hand but perished midway—tragic, lamentable."

Among the crowd, a young man stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, sighing lightly as he gazed toward Xuan Gui Ge.

The man bore a treasured sword, his brows trimmed to his temples, constantly exuding a fierce sword Qi, bearing the scent of cleaving the void and proving the path to longevity.

He is the first true transmission of the Tongtian Sword Sect, named Jiao Fei, ranking fifth on the Longevity Candidate List.

It is said that Jiao Fei has killed countless people in his life, yet his sword never stains with blood, showing how formidable he is.

(End of chapter)