292: Chapter 286 Turning the Tide

Gu Shan let out a painful roar, but the spiritual energy within his body was being rapidly extracted, and the trend towards self-detonation was instantly interrupted.

"Old thing, your Nascent Soul is a great tonic; how could I let you waste it?"

The old witch licked her lips, her eyes filled with greed.

"Do it! Leave no one alive!"

Jin Zhanpeng lost his patience and coldly issued the final order for the massacre.

"Kill!!!"

High in the air, those experts from the alien races could no longer hold back; one after another, they unleashed their Magic Treasures, bombarding the desperate Ancient Spirit Clan members below.

Watching the light of the Spells falling from the sky, Gu Feng closed his eyes.

He hugged his five-year-old little sister tightly in his arms and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt for long..."

Gu Shan was suspended in mid-air by vines, his eyes splitting with rage, yet he was powerless.

"Heavens! Is my Ancient Spirit Clan truly destined to perish?!"

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

All sound vanished, leaving only the suffocation before the arrival of death.

However.

Just at the critical moment when the sky-filling Spells were about to land.

A calm voice, yet one that seemed to contain the will of heaven and earth, suddenly resounded throughout this realm.

"Did you ask me before touching my people?"

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Immediately following that.

Hum—

A golden storm suddenly swept through the world.

A dazzling golden light arrived in an instant from the edge of the horizon, directly interposing itself between the Ancient Spirit Clan members and the sky-filling Spells.

Boom!!!

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar.

The torrent of Spells, capable of razing the Ancient Spirit Clan to the ground, appeared as fragile as bubbles before that golden light, instantly shattering and disintegrating!

Violent air waves swept outwards, blasting away all the alien Cultivators who had been charging at the front.

The dust settled.

A tall and straight figure was quietly suspended above the Ancient Spirit Clan's great hall.

His green robes fluttered, and his black hair danced wildly.

He stood there, making no movement, yet he was like an impassable primordial divine mountain, suppressing this heaven and earth.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Whether it was the four arrogant Clan Chiefs in the sky or the Ancient Spirit Clan members on the ground who had just escaped death, everyone stared wide-eyed at that figure.

"That is..."

Gu Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and looking at that familiar back, his whole body began to tremble violently.

Tears gushed from his eyes once again.

Only this time, they were tears of joy.

"Chen... Elder Chen?!"

Gu Shan, the old man suspended in mid-air, also forgot his pain at this moment and stared blankly at that person.

He has returned.

The man who had created countless miracles had truly returned!

"You... who are you?!"

Jin Zhanpeng looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared before him, and a strong sense of unease rose in his heart.

Although there were no strong fluctuations of Qi on the other party, his instinct told him that this person was extremely dangerous!

Chen Zhiwen slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the miserable Ancient Spirit Clan members below, and finally fixed on Gu Shan, who was pierced by vines and on the verge of death.

His eyes were terrifyingly calm.

But those who knew him well knew that this was a precursor to his rage.

"Who am I?"

Chen Zhiwen raised his head and looked at the four Clan Chiefs in the air.

A cold arc curled slightly at the corners of his mouth.

"I am the one here to send you on your way."

Before the words had even faded.

Swish!

Chen Zhiwen's figure vanished into thin air.

The next moment, he appeared directly in front of the old witch from the Ghost Vine Forest.

The speed was so fast that not even an afterimage could be seen!

"What?!"

The old witch's pupils contracted sharply; she had no time to react and only felt a suffocating, terrifying blood Qi rushing towards her.

"Let him go."

Chen Zhiwen said coldly.

Afterwards, he extended a hand; without any fancy movements, he slapped her like one would swat a fly.

"Arrogant! I am a Mid Nascent Soul Stage..."

Slap!

A crisp, hair-raising explosion sounded.

Before the old witch could finish her sentence, her entire head had been directly blown apart by that slap!

Red and white matter splattered everywhere.

Even her Nascent Soul, under this pure and tyrannical Physical Body strength, was shattered into powder along with her head!

One slap, killing a Mid Nascent Soul Stage expert instantly!

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

That was the Ghost Vine Matriarch! A long-renowned Nascent Soul expert whose poison arts were mysterious and unpredictable.

She was actually... just slapped to death like that?

Without even a chance to resist?

"This... how is this possible?!"

Beside him, Black Scorpion Clan Chief Tie Muzhen was so terrified that his soul nearly left his body, his eyes nearly popping out.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But Chen Zhiwen did not give him that chance.

"Since you have come, you might as well all stay."

Chen Zhiwen flickered and appeared behind Tie Muzhen.

"Since you like to use brute force, I will let you see what true power is."

Chen Zhiwen reached out with both hands and grabbed Tie Muzhen's two wings.

That was the innate Divine Ability the Black Scorpion Clan was proud of, as hard as iron.

"Open for me!"

Chen Zhiwen gave a low shout, the muscles on his arms bulged instantly, and a golden light flashed and vanished.

Rip—

A teeth-grinding tearing sound echoed through the sky.

Tie Muzhen let out an extremely shrill scream.

His indestructible Physical Body was actually torn into two halves by Chen Zhiwen!

Blood rained down, dyeing half the sky red.

Two breaths of time.

Two Mid Nascent Soul Stage experts, fallen!

The remaining Blood Wolf King and Golden Eagle Clan Chief Jin Zhanpeng were already terrified out of their wits.

How could this be a human?

This was clearly a primordial Vicious Beast wearing human skin!

"Run! Run quickly!"

Jin Zhanpeng no longer had his previous arrogant aura; he let out a strange cry, transformed into his true form—a giant golden eagle—and fled into the distance with all his might.

He had only one thought: the further away from this malevolent star, the better!

"Can you escape?"

Chen Zhiwen looked at the golden eagle fleeing rapidly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He did not pursue.

Instead, he slowly raised his right fist, faced the Void Realm, and made a posture of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

Although there was no bow or arrow in his hand.

All the golden light on his body was converging towards his right arm.

A terrifying power that could make heaven and earth change color condensed upon his fist.

Indestructible Golden Body—Void-Breaking Fist!

"Go!"

Boom!!!

A punch was thrown.

A thick golden fist radiance shot out, like a golden angry dragon, roaring as it tore through the Void Realm, crossing thousands of feet in distance with a speed that arrived before it was launched.

Thud!

It struck the center of the golden eagle's back.

High in the air, the giant golden eagle didn't even have time to scream.

Its entire body exploded in the air like fireworks, turning into a rain of blood.

One punch from a distance to kill a Late Nascent Soul Stage expert!

This is the tyranny of the "Indestructible Golden Body Technique"!

This is the terror of achieving sainthood through the Physical Body!

At this point, except for the Blood Wolf King who was already paralyzed with fear in mid-air, the other three Nascent Soul experts had all been executed.

Chen Zhiwen slowly retracted his fist, the golden light on his body gradually fading.

He turned around and looked at the Ancient Spirit Clan members below, who were already dumbfounded and staring as if at a deity.

As well as the Blood Wolf King, who had been scared into incontinence.

Chen Zhiwen clapped his hands lightly, as if he had done a trivial matter.

"Do I still need to take action against the remaining small fry?"

The voice was calm, yet it was like a heavenly decree.

Gu Feng was the first to react.

Looking at that invincible figure in the sky, the hot blood in his body was instantly ignited to the boiling point.

"Kill!!!"

"Kill all these scumbags!"

"Avenge our fallen clansmen!"

The next moment, all the surviving Ancient Spirit Clan members erupted with earth-shaking roars, their eyes red as they charged towards the alien coalition army that had already lost its will to fight.

On this day, the Southern Wasteland was shaken.

Grandmaster Chen Zhiwen, the king has returned.

Covering the sky with one hand, turning the tide!