Chapter 77: Aunt Luo, Save Me

Boom—

The next moment, the distant horizon surged suddenly, and clusters of flames ignited, reflecting the sky until half of it turned a crimson red.

And following that, an even more terrifying sight appeared.

One could see clouds and mist churning at the edge of the sky, accompanied by a massive, rumbling roar, followed immediately by blinding, dazzling lightning.

Amidst the confused gazes of the crowd.

Eight massive Flying Boats crushed their way down from the firmament, causing the space to vibrate and hum, as if Mount Tai were pressing down upon their heads.

Standing at the very front of each Flying Boat was a tall, upright old man.

Their feet were like long nails driven into the decks of the Flying Boats, firmly rooted in place.

Their complexions were a dark gray, and their bodies were permeated with an ancient, weathered aura, as if they had experienced the baptism of countless years.

Behind them stood ten thousand armored soldiers.

These soldiers were fully armed, wearing armor made of special materials with terrifying defensive capabilities; even a master at the Great Saint Initial Stage would not find it easy to break through the armor on their bodies.

They were none other than the guardians of the Su Family—the Dragon Flame Guard!!!

Every single Dragon Flame Guard was an elite among elites, with formidable combat power; even a powerhouse at the Quasi-Emperor Realm would be in danger of falling if faced with the siege of the Dragon Flame Guard.

And the old men standing at the front of the Flying Boats were the very foundation of the Su Family, each one a mighty figure with cultivation at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

"It's the Dragon Flame Guard of the Su Family's Qiankun Lizhen Eight Divine Camps!" a big shot shouted aloud.

Watching the Dragon Flame Guard on the Flying Boats, the crowds around the streets were in an uproar, their faces filled with awe.

"It is rumored that the Su Family has Eight Great Divine Camps, which cannot be mobilized unless it is a matter of life, death, or the annihilation of the clan!"

"Ah! What on earth has happened to the capital of our Donghua Continent?"

"The Xiao Family is finished now."

The crowd below discussed it fervently, their eyes filled with intense shock; such a formation was truly too shocking to be believed.

Just then, the old man on the 'Qian' Flying Boat opened his eyes and shouted down to those below: "Slaughter all invading enemies!"

"Kill!"

As his voice resounded throughout the entire airspace, all the clamor ceased instantly, leaving a terrifying silence.

"Kill!!!"

The eighty thousand Dragon Flame Guard roared in unison, then transformed into a torrent of steel, rushing toward the Xiao Family elites below and sealing off all escape routes.

"This... how is this possible?"

Seeing this, Su Yong collapsed onto the ground in terror, muttering: "Weren't the Eight Great Divine Camps taken away by the Head of the Family and the others? How could they appear here?"

He felt as if he were dreaming!

One had to know that the Eight Great Divine Camps were the Su Family's most core strength, and they had been ordered to be transferred away from the Donghua Continent just a few days ago.

Now that they had suddenly descended, he could not believe it was real!

"Brother Su Yong, didn't you say that the Su Family's Eight Great Divine Camps had all been transferred away from the capital?"

Seeing the Xiao Family elites falling one by one under the butcher knives of the Dragon Flame Guard, Xiao Tiancheng grew anxious and rushed to Su Yong, questioning him: "You didn't conspire with Su Chen to set a trap for me, did you?"

Although he felt it impossible for Su Yong to betray him, the situation had evolved to such a point that he could not help but be suspicious.

Su Yong shook his head with a pale face, his lips trembling, unable to speak.

He never imagined that the Eight Great Divine Camps would appear again, and appear here; this was already beyond the scope of his understanding.

Everything was just too bizarre.

Could it be that Su Chen knew he was going to make a move beforehand, and thus deliberately put on this show in front of him?

In an instant, countless questions surfaced in his mind, making him feel more and more that this matter was suspicious.

No matter how he thought about it, he would never guess that Su Chen was a transmigrator who knew all their information like the back of his hand.

"Brother Su Yong, Brother Tiancheng, let's flee quickly! The Su Family's Eight Great Divine Camps have appeared; if we don't flee now, we're definitely done for!"

Seeing that both men were stunned by the might of the Su Family's Dragon Flame Guard, Ye Fan grew anxious and grabbed their sleeves to persuade them.

If he had known it would come to this, he would have listened to Luo Shen and not gotten involved in this mess.

Hearing Ye Fan's reminder, Su Yong finally reacted, nodded with a pale face, and led the group in a hurried attempt to break through to the outside.

Although he felt ten thousand regrets in his heart, he knew clearly that only by escaping and saving his life would he one day have the chance to return and avenge his parents.

"Want to escape?"

However, at that moment, a cold, indifferent voice suddenly rang out, and Su Chen was seen hovering above their heads, though no one knew when he had arrived.

He looked at the three of them with gloomy eyes, a trace of mockery and disdain appearing in the depths of his gaze, as if he were a supreme king looking down upon ants.

"The crimes of you three are enough to implicate your entire clans; how could I possibly let you escape?"

Having said that, his Daoist robe billowed, and all the Spiritual Power in his body gathered in his dantian.

"Awoo—"

A golden Dragon phantom slowly lit up behind him, its roar shaking the heavens!

"Ah~ that is the legendary Divine Dragon Martial Soul!"

Seeing this, all the powerhouses gasped, their eyes staring at Su Chen above in terror.

Hum, hum, hum...

Everyone present felt their eardrums ache, and they nearly fainted on the spot.

At that moment, a vast and boundless pressure swept out, suppressing everything like a collapsing mountain.

With a loud "Bang," Su Yong, Xiao Tiancheng, and Ye Fan all knelt to the ground, their faces flushed bright red, veins bulging, and sweat rolling down as they endured immense pain, their teeth biting down until they bled.

They felt as if they were carrying a weight of over a thousand jun, as if they were about to explode at any moment, and their internal organs were being turned inside out; the pain was so intense they wished they could pass out immediately.

"Pfft," "Pfft," "Pfft."

The three of them spat out blood and collapsed to the ground, their faces twisted in extreme agony, clearly enduring intense suffering.

The suppression of the Divine Dragon Martial Soul over the martial souls within their bodies was far too powerful; it was just like a sheep standing before a tiger, the king of the forest.

Being suppressed, they had not the slightest power to fight back.

"Young Master, spare us!"

Finally, Su Yong and Xiao Tiancheng could no longer hold on, and they threw themselves onto the ground to kowtow.

"Eight Great Divine Camps, hear my order: root out the evil completely, kill every single enemy!!!"

Su Chen did not respond, only saying indifferently.

"Obey the Young Master Token!"

Hearing Su Chen's words, the Eight Great Divine Camps of the Su Family shouted in unison, their killing intent soaring to the heavens!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In an instant, sharp long blades appeared at the waists of the Dragon Flame Guard, and as the cold light flickered, they ruthlessly harvested life after life.

In less than a quarter of an hour, not a single living enemy could be found in the vast Su Family estate!

Seeing this scene, Su Yong and Xiao Tiancheng turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They finally understood their mistake.

They could have provoked anyone, but they should never have provoked this plague god, Su Chen!

"Young Master, I beg you, let me go!"

"Young Master, I am willing to submit to you, to work like a beast of burden, and to be loyal to you forever."

Su Yong and Xiao Tiancheng immediately crawled to Su Chen's feet, weeping and wailing.

They only begged to be allowed to live, however humbly.

"Hmph, you are not worthy of being slaves of the Su Family,"

Hearing this, Su Chen let out a cold snort.

He raised his right hand and pressed it downward into the void, and a profound law shot toward the two!

Crack! Crack!

The sound of shattering bones echoed throughout the Su Family, and then the two figures turned into a mist of blood and dissipated into nothingness.

Having dealt with Su Yong and Xiao Tiancheng, Su Chen then looked toward the solitary figure of Ye Fan.

He saw that Ye Fan's forehead was covered in dense beads of sweat and his breathing was slightly rapid; clearly, the slaughter just now had also caused him great shock.

However, he still stood tall with his chest out, showing no signs of fear, let alone words of surrender.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Quite ambitious, it seems you really are a character."

Having said this, his tone shifted, and he said chillingly: "However, you must also die today!"

"Back when we were at the Immortal Sword Sect, I could have ordered people to kill you, but I didn't do so. Do you know why?"

Su Chen's gaze fixed on Ye Fan as he asked indifferently.

Hearing Su Chen's words, Ye Fan's pupils contracted violently, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Because you are a Son of Luck, possessing immense opportunities, so I just kept you like a dog, raising you until now."

Seeing this, the corners of Su Chen's mouth curled up slightly as he continued: "In my eyes, killing you is as easy as stepping on an ant; it doesn't spark my interest at all. I originally intended to keep you for a while longer, to steal your opportunities clean before killing you."

Su Chen's voice grew colder and colder, finally turning completely into frost.

"How do you know my identity?"

Ye Fan's pupils dilated to the limit; no wonder Su Chen paid him such special attention—it turned out the secret he carried had long been discovered by this guy.

A stormy sea surged in his heart, and cold sweat seeped from his back.

It turned out his previous intuition had been entirely correct.

Su Chen had been plotting against him all along.

"You really want to know?"

Hearing this, Su Chen looked at Ye Fan with a playful, half-smiling expression.

"Tell me." Ye Fan nodded forcefully.

"Go ask the Buddha in the Western Heaven!"

Su Chen shouted coldly and raised a palm to strike.

Suddenly, a golden palm print appeared out of thin air, carrying terrifying power as it struck toward Ye Fan.

Rumble!!!

The golden palm print was as fast as thunder, reaching Ye Fan in almost an instant.

He had no time to dodge and could only muster all his strength, swinging his fist toward the golden palm print.

Bang!!!

The fist and palm collided, like a meteorite crashing into the Earth, producing a muffled explosion.

Violent gusts of wind swept the surroundings, blowing their clothes into disarray.

Stumble, stumble, stumble!

Ye Fan was blasted back hundreds of meters, slamming heavily into a wall, and spat out a large mouthful of bright red blood; clearly, he had lost his ability to fight.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a Son of Luck, you didn't die even after that!"

Su Chen shook his head, saying with some regret.

With luck bestowed upon them, it meant the possessor had a chance to defy the heavens and change their fate; it was not easy to kill them easily.

However, Su Chen did not care; in any case, to him, Ye Fan was nothing but an ant.

If one strike couldn't kill him, he would use two; if two wouldn't work, he would use three!

Then, he took steps toward Ye Fan.

"Aunt Luo, save me..."

(End of chapter)