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49: Bloodbath of the Chen family

"Pfft—!"

Chen Tianxiong, the main controller of the Formation, was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood. His aura withered, and he flew backward, crashing heavily against the wall!

The Third-Rank Grand Formation he had painstakingly set up, of which he was so proud, and which had consumed a century of his Family's savings, was... broken just like that?!

Broken by a casual flick of the opponent's finger?!

"No... impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Chen Tianxiong lay on the ground, letting out an incredulous roar.

He couldn't understand it!

How did the opponent do it?

That pillar was clearly just an insignificant node, so why did it become the fatal weakness of the entire Grand Formation?!

He didn't know, and he would never know.

"I told you, your Formation is trash."

Shen Yuanmo's figure transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, charging into the group of Cultivators who were stunned and panicked by the broken Formation!

"The slaughter has begun," Shen Yuanmo thought, his heart cold.

"Glazed Golden Light Sword!"

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and streams of extremely solid golden Sword Qi burst from his fingertips, like the scythe of death, furiously reaping lives!

"Ah—!"

A Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator didn't even have time to react before a golden Sword Qi pierced through his glabella, instantly obliterating his Divine Soul!

"No! Save me!"

Another Cultivator frantically conjured a shield Magical Artifact, attempting to block the attack.

"Bang!"

The Second-Rank High Grade shield was no match for the golden Sword Qi; it was instantly pierced through!

The Sword Qi continued unabated, pinning him to the wall!

The black-robed old man who had made the first move reacted the fastest.

Seeing that things were going south, he turned to flee.

"Trying to leave?" Shen Yuanmo snorted coldly, his mind stirring.

Two metal giants, twelve feet tall and entirely dark gold, appeared out of thin air in the hall!

They were precisely the Third-Rank Low Grade Puppets, glazed vajra, that he had refined during his secluded cultivation!

"Roar!"

The two glazed vajra, one on the left and one on the right, like two moving fortresses, blocked the exit of the hall.

Golden light flickered in their eyes, and their massive, cauldron-sized fists, carrying immense power, smashed down fiercely towards the black-robed old man who was trying to escape!

"Get lost!"

The black-robed old man was both startled and enraged, swinging his ghost-head broadsword at the glazed vajra.

"Clang!"

A colossal clang of metal on metal echoed!

Sparks flew!

The black-robed old man felt an irresistible force transmit from the blade, instantly shattering his tiger's mouth, and the ghost-head broadsword flew out of his hand!

Meanwhile, only a faint white mark was left on the glazed vajra's body!

"What?! Third-Rank Puppets?!" The black-robed old man looked in despair at the glazed vajra blocking the door.

The next second, the iron fist of the other glazed vajra had solidly imprinted itself on his chest.

"Bang!"

His Protective Aura instantly shattered.

His entire chest caved in.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, landing precisely at Shen Yuanmo's feet.

Shen Yuanmo didn't even spare him a glance, stepping down with his foot.

"Crack!"

The black-robed old man's head was crushed like a watermelon.

Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

The entire hall had completely transformed into a living hell.

Screams and pleas for mercy rose and fell.

But Shen Yuanmo was deaf to it all.

In his eyes, there was only cold killing intent.

Being merciful to enemies was being cruel to oneself; he had understood this principle in his previous life.

In less than a quarter of an hour.

Inside the hall, besides Shen Yuanmo and the two glazed vajra, there was not a single person left standing.

Seven Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, twelve Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

A formidable elite force in Baiyue Prefecture City was completely annihilated in this short time!

A thick, nauseating smell of blood permeated the air.

Shen Yuanmo retracted his finger, his gaze falling upon the only person still breathing in the corner of the hall.

At this moment, Chen Tianxiong no longer possessed any of the dignity of a Family Head.

He was covered in blood, one arm severed by Sword Qi, his Dantian also crippled, lying on the ground like a dying dog, clinging to life.

He looked at Shen Yuanmo, who resembled an Asura God of Slaughter, his eyes filled with endless fear and regret.

He regretted it!

He truly regretted it!

He shouldn't have provoked this monster!

For a mere Pill Formula, he had risked the entire Chen Family, and his own life!

Was it worth it?

"You... you can't kill me..." Chen Tianxiong said, his voice trembling as he watched Shen Yuanmo approach step by step.

"I... I've already informed the Ghost Messenger of the Netherworld Path... he's in the shadows... if you kill me, he definitely won't let you off!"

This was his last resort.

He hoped to use the name of the Netherworld Path to scare off the opponent.

"Netherworld Path?"

Shen Yuanmo's steps paused slightly.

He surveyed his surroundings, his Divine Sense spreading out like a tide, covering the entire Chen Family mansion.

"Come out," he said indifferently.

"A rat hiding in the gutter, after watching the show for so long, it's time to come out into the light."

His voice echoed in the hall.

However, the surroundings remained silent, with no response.

Chen Tianxiong's heart sank little by little.

Could it be... that Lord Ghost Messenger was scared away?

"Not coming out?"

A cruel arc formed at the corner of Shen Yuanmo's mouth.

"It seems I'll have to personally invite you out."

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze locked onto an inconspicuous shadow on the hall's ceiling beam.

"Get out, now!"

He flicked his finger!

A golden Sword Qi, even more solid and brilliant than any before, shot out like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky!

"Boom!"

That section of the ceiling beam, along with half the roof, exploded under this single sword strike!

A disheveled black figure flew out from the swirling dust, letting out a muffled groan of shock and anger!

The black figure was clad in a black robe, with a bronze ghost mask on his face. His aura was cold yet powerful, having clearly reached the Early Golden Core Stage!

It was none other than the Bronze Ghost Messenger of the Netherworld Path!

He had originally intended to sit back and watch the tigers fight, waiting for both sides to be severely wounded before coming out to clean up the mess.

But he never expected the battle to turn into a one-sided slaughter!

Even more unexpectedly, his hiding spot was seen through by the opponent with a single glance!

"You, courting death!"

The Bronze Ghost Messenger steadied himself, letting out a hoarse and furious roar.

As a Golden Core True Person, he was forced into such a disheveled state by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!

This was a tremendous humiliation!

A black as ink dagger appeared in his hand. Black Qi coiled around the dagger, emitting a chilling aura of death.

"To force me to reveal myself, you have enough to be proud of!"

"Now, use your Divine Soul to wash away my humiliation!"

Before his words finished, his figure transformed into a wisp of smoke, vanishing from his original spot.

The next moment, he had already appeared behind Shen Yuanmo, his Soul Quenching Dagger, carrying endless killing intent, stabbing towards Shen Yuanmo's back!

Fast!

Extremely fast!

As a Golden Core Stage assassin, his speed was far beyond that of the previous Ghost Shadow!

However, he was fast, but Shen Yuanmo was faster!

The instant he appeared, a blinding golden light suddenly erupted from Shen Yuanmo's body!

The Third-Rank High Grade Talisman [glazed true yang divine thunder talisman] activated!

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening thunderclap exploded in the hall!

A golden divine thunder, as thick as a water bucket, appeared out of thin air, carrying the ultimate Yang and rigid power to destroy everything, and fiercely struck the Bronze Ghost Messenger!

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill, inhuman scream erupted from the Bronze Ghost Messenger's mouth!

His protective magical power was torn apart by the ultimate Yang and rigid golden divine thunder!

He was struck black by the divine thunder, crashing heavily to the ground, his body twitching, green smoke rising from his mouth.

One strike!

Severely wounding a Golden Core True Person!

Shen Yuanmo gave him no chance to breathe, his figure flickered, and he appeared before him.

He stomped heavily on his chest.

"Golden Core? Is that all?"

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