311: The divine son eats grapes, while the Daoist soldiers crush the proud!

As Su Chen's lazy command, tinged with a hint of impatience, fell...

Beneath the hollow visors of those dozens of golden armored dao soldiers, a cold and ruthless blood-red light suddenly ignited!

"Boom—!"

They instantly transformed into dozens of golden lightning bolts tearing through the air, their bodies wrapped in pure killing astral winds, as they charged toward Su Yueling and the seven or eight other Saints and Saintesses!

They had no tactics, nor any formation.

It was the simplest, most brutal, and most unreasonable... gang beating!

On average, every pretentious Su Family Prodigy had to simultaneously face the frantic thrusts of four to five Second Heaven of Saint King realm dao soldiers in an instant!

"Form the formation! Big Dipper Sword Formation!"

In the moment of crisis, Su Yueling displayed her quality as a Saintess, letting out a sharp cry as she attempted to organize everyone into the powerful secret Family battle formation to resist together.

However, she was still too naive.

She thought these dao soldiers were merely mindless Puppets, and that as long as they formed a battle formation, they could use skill to overcome brute force.

But she didn't know that these dao soldiers were summoned by Su Chen using the supreme Divine Ability, Scattering Coins to Form Soldiers!

Although they lacked independent thought, they possessed a near-perfect combat instinct akin to the Origin of the Great Dao, along with absolute execution!

Just as Su Yueling and the others had taken their positions, and the Sword Qi was about to be drawn but hadn't yet...

A gold armored dao soldier appeared like a phantom that ignored spatial distance before the weakest link in her formation—the Saint with the lowest cultivation!

Its speed was so fast that even the Saint's Divine Thought didn't have time to react!

"Not good!"

The Saint's pupils shrank abruptly, and he only had time to hastily raise his natal Saint Sword to parry.

However, the gold armored dao soldier didn't clash with him head-on at all. With a flick of its wrist, the dragon-patterned long spear turned into an agile afterimage of a black dragon, the spear tip striking the spine of the Saint's sword with precision at an unbelievable angle!

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, the Saint Sword wailed and flew out of his hand.

Immediately after, the dao soldier's spear swept across, turning into a sky full of spear shadows, enveloping him like a storm of pear blossoms!

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

The Saint only had time to let out a short scream before a dozen blood holes were pierced through his body. The dao soldier's final kick landed on his chest, kicking him away like trash, following in Su Yuntian's footsteps!

The battle formation was instantly broken!

"Damn it!"

Su Yueling was both shocked and enraged. She slashed back with her sword, the sharp sword light like cold, clear moonlight, striking at the gold armored dao soldier that had succeeded in its sneak attack.

However, four other golden armored dao soldiers had already attacked her simultaneously from four different directions!

Four long spears, carrying a deathly aura that tore through everything, formed a cage of spears, sealing off all her space to dodge!

Su Yueling gritted her silver teeth and could only abandon her attack to turn back and protect herself, her sword light dancing into a curtain of light!

“Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!”

A series of dense, ear-piercing metallic clashes exploded!

Facing four alone, Su Yueling instantly fell into an absolute disadvantage!

She felt like a small boat in a raging storm, liable to be completely torn apart and swallowed by that violent forest of spears at any moment!

The power of each spear was as heavy as a star!

Every collision shook her so hard that the skin between her thumb and forefinger split, and her blood surged frantically!

What made her feel even more desperate was that the attacks of these dao soldiers seemed endless and tireless!

Their Moves were simple, efficient, and deadly!

There were no flashy movements; every strike and every stance was a killing technique born to put the enemy to death!

On the other side, the situation of the other Saints was even more miserable and ridiculous.

One Saint, known for his ferocity, roared as he summoned a pagoda Saint Weapon, only to have it pierced through by three dao soldiers joining forces. Then, a fourth dao soldier whipped him across the face with a spear shaft, sending teeth and blood flying as he spun away like a top.

Another Saint tried to repeat an old trick by merging with his sword, but he was hammered out of the sky by five dao soldiers using their spear shafts like a game of whack-a-mole, "bang bang bang." Finally, he was pinned to the ground by the butt of a spear, unable to Move.

The entire battlefield presented a scene of a one-sided massacre.

This group of arrogant prodigies who acted like tyrants in the Lesser Formless Realm were now like a flock of sheep surrounded by a pack of tigers, only capable of being beaten!

Their pride, their dignity, and their cultivation were crushed to pieces before this army turned out of "money"!

And on the other side of the battlefield.

Su Chen had already leisurely sat back down on the rocking chair that Qiu Yue had brought over.

Spring Flower was kneading his shoulders with eyes full of admiration, her technique becoming increasingly diligent.

Qiu Yue expressionlessly peeled a purple crystal grape for him, carefully removing the seeds inside.

While Su Chen enjoyed the service of his maids, he watched the tragic "beating" in the distance, his mouth letting out "tsk tsk" sounds of commentary.

"Oh, Spring Flower, look at that one. He's been stabbing for ages and specifically picks the butt to stab. So classless."

"Hmm, this one is not bad. He knows to shatter the weapon before hitting the face. He has a future."

"This girl's figure is really not bad. When she fights, those curves... tsk tsk. A pity, though—big breasts but no brains, and such a foul temper."

His relaxed manner of watching the show formed an incredibly sharp and ironic contrast with the bloody and tragic battlefield in the distance.

Su Qi, who was standing by, had completely petrified.

He stood with his mouth agape, staring blankly at all this, feeling that his brain, which had lived for thousands of years, was completely insufficient.

Is this... His Highness the Divine Son's methods?

Without lifting a finger himself, just by casually scattering some pocket money won from a card table, he summoned an army of Saint Kings to rub the most elite group of prodigies in his Family into the ground?

How unreasonable is this!

How inhumanly wealthy is this!

He suddenly remembered what Su Chen had just said—"See that? This is the power of spending money."

Su Qi's whole body shook, his eyes bulging as if he had been struck by divine lightning. At this moment, he felt he had realized some incredible principle of the Great Dao!

The way he looked at Su Chen had completely turned into fervent admiration and piety.

It turns out the end of cultivation isn't Immortal Ascension or becoming an Emperor.

It is... being rich!

With money, one really can communicate with the gods!

"Thud!"

Finally, a Saint could no longer hold out. His thigh was pierced by a gold armored dao soldier's spear, and he knelt on the ground screaming.

His fall was like the first domino being knocked over.

Soon, the second, the third... except for Su Yueling, who was still struggling with unyielding will, all the other Saints were covered in wounds, either kneeling or lying in pools of blood, having lost the ability to fight.

Finally, only Su Yueling remained, still being besieged by four golden armored dao soldiers.

“Qiang!”

Accompanied by a crisp wail, the crack-ridden Saint Sword in her hand finally couldn't withstand the violent force and was snapped in half by a spear!

Su Yueling felt as if she had been struck by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her body swaying from the massive recoil.

At that exact moment, the four dao soldiers attacking her stopped simultaneously, but in the next instant, they turned into four afterimages, appearing around her at once.

Four cold spears did not strike her vitals but instead pierced through her four limbs with absolute precision!

"Ah!"

Su Yueling let out a cry of pain. She was pinned firmly to the ground by the four spears, unable to Move in a spread-eagle position.

She looked at her fallen fellow disciples, then at Su Chen in the distance, who was as relaxed as if he were strolling in his own back garden. A trace of total despair, fear, and endless humiliation finally surfaced in her eyes.

She knew they had lost.

A complete and utter defeat, lost without a shred of dignity.

She lifted her head; those eyes that were once filled with pride and cold elegance were now only left with bloodshot veins and vacancy.

Using her last ounce of strength, she stared fixedly at Su Chen, a sentence squeezed out from between her teeth in a raspy voice:

"Just... what kind of Cultivation Technique is this?!"