339: Chapter 333 When disaster strikes, everyone flies away

His body felt as if it were being crushed by a great mountain, his bones emitting a teeth-grinding friction sound.

Tiny wounds cracked open on the surface of his skin, and fresh blood instantly stained his clothes red.

"Young Lord..."

Ugly One lay on the ground, struggling to extend a blood-soaked hand toward the direction where Wan Xingwang was.

His eyes were filled with pleading, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Save... save this servant..."

"Take... take this servant into... the Golden Bell..."

However, the Young Lord whom he usually flattered to no end, the Wan Xingwang who was currently cowering behind layers of defensive Talismans, merely cast a cold glance at him.

There was not a shred of pity in his eyes, only disgust and irritation, as if he were looking at an ant about to be crushed.

"Get lost!"

Wan Xingwang was even annoyed that Ugly One was blocking his view.

The space inside the Golden Bell was limited; having one more person meant more consumption.

He could barely save his own life, so how could he have the leisure to care about the life or death of a dog?

Ugly One's hand froze in mid-air, the light in his eyes dimming bit by bit. Despair engulfed him like a tidal wave.

In that instant where chaos and despair intertwined, high above, Chen Zhiwen stepped on the Void Realm, taking in the entire scene of humanity below.

Watching Xia Yu's cold and selfish actions, watching Wan Xingwang's frantic self-preservation, and watching Ugly One's humble wait for death, a flash of astonishment crossed his face.

But immediately, this astonishment turned into a meaningful sneer.

"Heh. I was originally worried that if this strike were too scattered, you might be able to block it together. I didn't expect that when disaster strikes, everyone fends for themselves."

Chen Zhiwen's gaze tightened. His Divine Sense acted like a blade, instantly locking onto the target that posed the greatest threat—Xia Yu.

"Since you like playing the coward so much, I will smash your turtle shell first!"

With a thought, Chen Zhiwen abruptly pressed his hands downward. "Gather!"

The rain of swords that had been scattering across the sky suddenly seemed to be summoned by something. Countless azure sword shadows rapidly converged in mid-air.

It was no longer a scattered strike, but rather layers upon layers, fusing together. In the blink of an eye, those millions of sword shadows actually condensed into a massive Sword Dragon that was dozens of zhang long!

This Sword Dragon was composed entirely of sharp Sword Qi. The dragon scales were swords, the dragon claws were swords, and the dragon teeth were the sharpest sword tips!

It let out a long howl that shook the Nine Heavens. Carrying an unstoppable Aura, it directly ignored Wan Xingwang and Ugly One nearby. Cloaked in the power to destroy heaven and earth, it crashed straight toward the Azure Dragon shield above Xia Yu's head!

"Boom!!!" A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar exploded over the sea, like a thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens striking the earth.

The azure Sword Qi and the white shield light violently intertwined, collided, and annihilated each other in that instant. A terrifying shockwave swept outward, forcing the seawater below into a deep crater hundreds of zhang in diameter!

At the core of the explosion, Xia Yu's originally indifferent face finally changed color. He felt an overwhelming force transmitted through the shield into his body, shaking his internal Qi and blood, his throat turning sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Crack!" A crisp shattering sound rang in his ears. Xia Yu looked up in terror. He saw that the azure giant dragon condensed from Sword Qi, although its body had mostly dissipated, had its sharpest dragon head clamped tightly onto his Azure Dragon shield.

Immediately after, the originally indestructible Azure Dragon phantom, like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

"Bang!" The shield finally could not withstand this terrifying concentrated strike and shattered with a boom, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated into the air.

The main body of the Panshi Cauldron, suspended in mid-air, also seemed to suffer heavy damage, emitting a mournful cry. On the originally smooth and ancient cauldron body, a crack an inch long had suddenly appeared! Although it was not completely destroyed, its spirituality was greatly damaged, and its light dimmed instantly.

"What?!" Xia Yu was terrified, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to his crown. "My Panshi Cauldron is a Medium Grade defensive Fourth-Tier Magic Treasure! It actually... it actually couldn't block his single strike?"

At this moment, he finally realized clearly the gap in strength between the two sides. The Flying Sword in the opponent's hand was not only a Fourth-Tier Magic Treasure, but definitely a Medium Grade Fourth-Tier, perhaps even one approaching High Grade!

What was even more terrifying was that this person's attainments in swordsmanship were extremely high, and his control over Sword Qi had reached the Realm of subtlety. That move just now, gathering and dispersing as he wished, transforming the sword into a dragon, was definitely not a technique that an ordinary Mid Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could display!

"Cannot fight him head-on! This person is definitely not some Mid Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator with a shallow Foundation! This is clearly an old monster playing the pig to eat the tiger!"

Xia Yu was an extremely decisive person. The moment he realized the situation was impossible, he didn't even have the slightest hesitation. "Leave!"

He didn't even have time to feel pained over the damaged Panshi Cauldron; he waved his large sleeve and directly collected it into his sleeve. Immediately after, he reached out and slapped his waist. A stream of light flew out, expanding in the wind, and transformed into a war chariot that was entirely cyan-black.

This war chariot had an ancient design, with a small cyan flag inserted on each side. The wind whistled over the wheels, with hurricane winds faintly coiling around it. It was his wind-driving carriage!

Although this wind-driving carriage was cumbersome to start and consumed a huge amount of energy, its speed and explosive power far exceeded ordinary cloud escape techniques. It was the best Sharp Weapon for fleeing for one's life.

"Brother Wan, pray for your own good fortune!" Xia Yu's figure flickered, and his entire person instantly plunged into the wind-driving carriage. He did not hesitate to grab a large handful of High-Grade Spirit Stones and slammed them into the grooves of the wind-driving carriage.

"Hum!!!" The wind-driving carriage, receiving such a massive infusion of spiritual power, immediately let out a roar like a wild beast. The small cyan flags around the chariot body fluttered violently. A violent hurricane formed instantly, pushing the wind-driving carriage into a streak of extreme light. It even forcefully smashed through the remaining Sword Qi shockwaves in the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Yu had already escaped several miles away, fleeing frantically into the distance without even looking back.

The situation changed too fast. Just a moment ago he was resisting the sword rain, and in the blink of an eye, the strongest combat power had already run away. Wan Xingwang, hiding in the turtle shell, was dumbfounded.

"Ran... ran away?" He looked at the rapidly disappearing cyan light, his entire person stunned. But immediately after, a wild joy of surviving a disaster surged into his heart.

"Hahaha! That evil star has gone to chase Xia Yu!" Although Wan Xingwang was stupid, he could see that. Chen Zhiwen's strike just now was clearly aimed at Xia Yu. Now that Xia Yu had run away, Chen Zhiwen would definitely go to chase the target with the greatest threat.

"This is an opportunity! A god-given opportunity!" Wan Xingwang glanced at Ugly One, who was still vomiting blood nearby. Although he was a bit disgusted, he thought that he might need a cannon fodder to scout the path ahead.

"Stop playing dead! Hurry up and move!" Wan Xingwang grabbed Ugly One by the collar, not caring how severe the other's injuries were, and lifted him up directly.

He glanced at the bottomless sea below. "The sea! As long as we dive into the deep sea and use water escape techniques, we can avoid that evil star's Divine Sense search!"

A flash of cunning crossed Wan Xingwang's eyes. He didn't have any hesitation. He withdrew the conspicuous defensive light shields from his body, grabbed Ugly One, and jumped directly into the surging sea.

The cold seawater instantly enveloped his entire body. Wan Xingwang felt relieved. He quickly pinched the Water-Avoiding Art, wanting to dive deeper.

However, he was thinking too beautifully. Since Chen Zhiwen had already set up this death trap, how could he possibly let even a single fly escape?

High above, Chen Zhiwen didn't even look at the fleeing Xia Yu. His gaze was always coldly fixed on the two "rats" that had jumped into the sea.

"Want to run? Did you ask me first?"

Chen Zhiwen's figure swooped down violently, like a goshawk hunting a rabbit. When he was still a hundred zhang from the sea, he grabbed the Void Realm with his right hand. The spiritual power in his body surged out like a bursting river. "River Overturning!"

With his low shout, the seawater below boiled instantly. A massive hand, a hundred zhang in size and entirely condensed from seawater, suddenly reached out from the bottom of the sea!

This giant hand was crystal clear, each finger like a heaven-supporting pillar, radiating a feeling of power that brought despair.

Wan Xingwang, who was diving, only felt the surrounding water current suddenly become incomparably violent. A terrifying suction force came, making him completely unable to control his own body.

"No!!" He let out a muffled exclamation in the water. That giant seawater hand scooped him and Ugly One up, just like pinching two insignificant bugs.

"Crack, crack!" A huge gripping force came. The few layers of defensive shields and Spiritual Artifacts remaining on Wan Xingwang were as fragile as eggshells in front of this giant hand, instantly shattering completely.

"Ah—!!!" Wan Xingwang, who hadn't even been submerged in the sea for three breaths, felt as if his Sea of Consciousness was being torn apart with excruciating pain. That was Chen Zhiwen's Divine Sense rudely stabbing into his brain.

"Splash!" Water sprayed everywhere. The giant seawater hand broke out of the water, lifting the two high up and delivering them in front of Chen Zhiwen.

At this time, Wan Xingwang was soaked all over, shivering like a drowned rat. Ugly One was even more miserable, already covered in wounds, lying limply on a cyan lotus Magic Treasure at Chen Zhiwen's feet, his limbs still twitching unconsciously.

Chen Zhiwen stood on the lotus, looking down at Wan Xingwang, who was being held in mid-air. His eyes were colder than the seawater of late autumn.

Wan Xingwang struggled to lift his head, looking at the familiar yet strange face before him. Fear made him almost lose the ability to speak.

"Chen... Chen Zhiwen... You... you cannot kill me... I... I am the Young Lord of the Wan Family... My grandfather is Myriad Thunder Bear... If you kill me... the Wan Family will not let you go..."

Even at such a time, this Young Lord Wan could still only bring out his Family and his grandfather, attempting to use this pale and weak threat to save his own little life.

Chen Zhiwen looked at him, a flash of impatience crossing his eyes. "Noisy." He spat out the two words coldly.

Subsequently, an even more massive force of Divine Sense transformed into a heavy hammer, slamming fiercely onto Wan Xingwang's Sea of Consciousness.

"Ugh..." Wan Xingwang rolled his eyes back, not even having time to scream, and was directly knocked unconscious. His body went limp like a pile of mud.

Chen Zhiwen did not stop there. He flicked his fingers repeatedly. "Swish! Swish!" Two domineering spiritual power finger gusts shot into the Dantian Qi Sea of Wan Xingwang and Ugly One respectively. Like two iron locks, they instantly sealed their entire body's Meridians and spiritual power.

After doing all this, Chen Zhiwen waved his large sleeve. The cyan lotus petals under his feet closed, directly swallowing the two unconscious people inside and imprisoning them.

From attacking, to Xia Yu fleeing, to capturing these two, the entire process happened in less than half a breath. It was so fast it was dazzling.

After dealing with these two "flies," Chen Zhiwen finally raised his head slowly, looking in the direction where Xia Yu had escaped. There, only a faint afterimage of cyan light remained.

"Ran quite fast." Chen Zhiwen hooked the corners of his mouth into a cruel arc. "Pity. The prey I have targeted has never been able to run away."

He stomped his foot. The cyan lotus suddenly bloomed with dazzling light. Countless escape lights gathered under the lotus seat. "Pursue!"

The cyan lotus instantly transformed into a stunning streak of light, tearing through the sky. Carrying an unstoppable killing intent, it chased toward the direction of Xia Yu's flight, fast as lightning!

The vast sky was like it had been washed, cloudless for ten thousand miles. A glaring purple streak, as if it were a wound casually slashed open by a Heavenly God, traversed the firmament.

The speed of that streak was astonishing. In an instant, it had already flown over thousands of miles. The waves on the sea surface didn't even have time to react; only after the stream of light disappeared into the horizon did a deep water trail explode open.

Far behind that purple stream of light, a huge cyan sword lotus was spinning crazily. Every lotus petal was spitting out fierce Sword Qi, attempting to tear through the resistance of the air.

However, the distance was still being widened bit by bit. Chen Zhiwen stood on the lotus platform, his robes blown loudly by the gale. His expression was somewhat gloomy, staring fixedly at the purple dot that was getting smaller and smaller ahead.

"This old thing really runs fast." Chen Zhiwen cursed in a low voice. The killing intent in his eyes did not weaken because of the widening distance, but instead became even more intense.

He took a deep breath. The silent blood in his body, at this moment, was like boiling magma, burning violently. "Blood Burning!"

With a low shout in his heart, a violent red blood Qi sprayed out from the pores of his whole body, instantly dyeing the originally cyan sword lotus a weird scarlet.

"Swift Step, Activate!" Chen Zhiwen stomped his foot heavily. The sword lotus surrounded by red Qi seemed to have eaten a great tonic, emitting a deafening hum. Its speed suddenly soared.

The distance that had originally been widened began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. Three thousand miles... two thousand miles... one thousand five hundred miles...

Just as it was about to be brought back into the effective attack range, the purple light point that had been fleeing blindly ahead seemed to sense the abnormality behind it.

"Hmph." A faint, ethereal cold snort drifted over along the biting gale. Suddenly, that cluster of purple light trembled. The light dissipated slightly, revealing the war chariot inside, with an ancient design and covered in runes—the wind-driving carriage!