471: Chapter 471 Pay-to-win is justice! Don't slap my face, or it'll break and won't fetch a good price!

Su Chen's lazy voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly entered the "ears" of every single golden armored dao soldier.

"By your command!"

Tens of thousands of dao soldiers roared in unison, their voices merging into a torrent powerful enough to shatter the stars!

The next second.

Accompanied by the lazy snap of Su Chen's fingers.

Tens of thousands of Great Saint Realm golden armored dao soldiers, condensed from Top-Grade Spirit Stones, moved in unison!

They transformed into a sky-blotting torrent of golden steel. With a terrifying Aura of facing death with no regrets, they instantly submerged that overbearing, ten-thousand-zhang-long golden dragon in mid-air!

Rumble—!

The sky was trembling!

The earth was weeping!

The visual impact was pushed to the limit—it was as if the entire world was being swallowed whole by this boundless sea of gold!

Before Long Aotian's world-destroying dragon tail could even fall, it was forcibly held up by the bodies of several thousand golden armored dao soldiers!

Those dao soldiers felt no pain and knew no fear.

Their existence was solely to execute one command—

Beat him to death!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The halberds of thousands of dao soldiers smashed down on the dragon tail like a torrential rain, erupting with deafening metallic crashes!

Sparks flew everywhere, and golden light exploded!

Although the attack of a single dao soldier couldn't cause substantial damage to Long Aotian, that massive cumulative impact forcibly halted the dragon tail's offensive!

"Seeking death!"

Long Aotian let out a roar that shattered the firmament!

His massive dragon body twisted frantically, and his dragon breath erupted like a volcano, instantly crushing hundreds of golden armored dao soldiers!

The crushed dao soldiers didn't scream, and there was no blood.

They simply turned into the purest Spiritual Qi and dissipated into the world.

However—

This was completely meaningless.

Because in the next second, even more dao soldiers lunged forward, one after another!

They were like a school of sharks smelling blood, frantically pouncing on Long Aotian's massive dragon body!

Some used their halberds to wedge into the gaps between the dragon scales, trying to pry open his defenses piece by piece!

Some simply discarded their weapons, hugged the dragon body tightly with their own bodies, and then detonated all the spiritual energy within them—

Suicide charges!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One small golden mushroom cloud after another continuously exploded on Long Aotian's massive body!

The power of a single self-detonation wasn't enough to truly wound him.

But what about tens of thousands of times?

The effect was an entirely different matter.

Long Aotian felt as if his body was being repeatedly pierced by countless red-hot iron skewers!

Agony!

Endless agony!

This wasn't the clean pain of being slain by a single sword strike from a powerhouse, but the maddening, dull ache of an elephant being gnawed away by a swarm of ants!

"Get off! All of you, get off of this seat!!"

Long Aotian roared frantically, his Dragon Might surging as he spat dragon breath wildly!

However, there were simply too many dao soldiers!

One batch was killed, and another surged forward!

Endless and inexhaustible!

It felt like they could never be killed off!

It was like punching ocean waves—every punch could shatter the spray in front of you, but the next wave would immediately slap down.

And each wave was more fierce than the last.

Each more unreasonable than the last.

In just the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, the battle situation turned into a bizarre, one-sided crushing!

The high and mighty Divine Son of the Golden Dragon Clan was forcibly dragged down from the sky—

By tens of thousands of dao soldiers!

Rumble—!

The ten-thousand-zhang dragon body fell like a meteorite, smashing heavily onto a mountain peak!

The entire peak was instantly leveled, leaving a shocking, massive crater!

Before Long Aotian could even struggle up from the pain.

Tens of thousands of golden armored dao soldiers had already submerged him again like a golden tide!

"Pin him down!"

"Don't let him get up!"

The dao soldiers let out a synchronized roar.

Several thousand dao soldiers pinned down the dragon head!

Several thousand dao soldiers locked down the dragon tail!

The remaining dao soldiers turned into the coldest "demolition crew."

Facing Long Aotian, who was pinned to the ground and unable to move—

They unleashed a frantic barrage of attacks!

Halberds stabbed!

Fists and feet flew!

Some even used their heads to headbutt him!

That posture didn't look like any immortal technique; it was clearly the most primitive and violent style of a street brawl!

Golden dragon blood splattered out like a torrential downpour!

Every drop of dragon blood contained immense energy, corroding smoking deep pits into the ground where they landed!

The scene was brutal to the extreme!

If Long Aotian had any mental capacity left to think, it would surely be—

He, the grand number one on the prodigy list and the Divine Son of the Golden Dragon Clan.

Never in his life did he imagine that one day, he would be pinned to the ground and rubbed by a bunch of "consumables."

And rubbed so thoroughly.

So mercilessly.

In the distance, the Prodigies of various clans who had long retreated to a safe distance were now collectively speechless.

Their eyes were bulging so much they almost flew out of their sockets, and their mouths were open wide enough to fit three goose eggs.

What were they seeing?

The invincible myth in their hearts!

The universally recognized number one person of the younger generation on the Ascension Ancient Road!

The Divine Son of the Golden Dragon Clan, Long Aotian!

Was actually—

Being pinned to the ground and beaten by a group of dao soldiers that were entirely built out of "money"!

And it was the kind of beating where he had no power to strike back, unable to even put up a defensive posture!

This scene was so absurd that their worldviews were shattering into eight pieces on the spot!

"This... this must be a dream, right?" One Prodigy pinched his thigh hard, his face contorting in pain before he had to accept that this was reality.

"Smashing people with money? Just what is this Su Chen's background? Does his family own a Spirit Stone mine? No, even owning a mine wouldn't allow for such squandering!"

"Four hundred million Top-Grade Spirit Stones! Just for one fight! This isn't being a spendthrift; this is burning the heavens!"

"Madman! This guy is an absolute madman!"

Everyone's gaze simultaneously turned toward Su Chen, who had been standing there from beginning to end with a calm and composed face.

Their eyes were filled with awe, fear, and a hint of envy and jealousy that couldn't be hidden.

Is this the power of money?

Terrifyingly formidable!

As the center of attention, Su Chen currently had no time to care about their shock.

At some point, he had pulled out a spiritual energy lounge chair made of Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade from his storage ring.

He lay back comfortably, crossing his legs.

That posture wasn't that of a peerless commander leading thousands of troops.

It was clearly the foolish son of a wealthy landlord watching a spectacle in his own backyard.

Hua Nongying also snapped out of her shock at this moment.

Looking at the man who seemed like a War God descended to earth yet was too lazy to even move a finger, her beautiful eyes sparkled with brilliance, and her heart pounded like a drum.

She instinctively utilized her "professional skills" as the Hehuan Sect Master—serving people.

Walking to Su Chen's side with seductive steps, her hands trembled slightly as she offered him a cup of freshly brewed top-tier spiritual tea.

"Young Master... please have some tea." Her voice was also trembling slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but excitement.

Su Chen took the spiritual tea and took a sip.

On the surface, he was taking a leisurely stroll, calm and composed.

But inside—

He had long since been crying like a salted fish who had lost all its dreams!

[My money!!!]

[My four hundred million!!!]

[What's burning here isn't Spirit Stones! It's my lifeblood! It's the hard-earned money I, Su Chen, squeezed out of that black-hearted "Debt Repayment Center" with half my life!]

[Every second, thousands of dao soldiers are self-detonating. Every "boom" is an explosion in my heart!]

[Long Aotian, you bastard! Your equipment better be worth it! Otherwise, I'm going to lose even my underwear today!]

[I can't take it! I can't keep burning it like this! I have to end this quickly!]

While Su Chen appeared to be enjoying his tea, the internal monologue in his mind was scrolling faster than a Heavenly Tribulation.

While his heart and organs were twitching in pain, he used his Divine Thought to frantically perform precise micro-management on those tens of thousands of golden armored dao soldiers!

"Listen up, all of you!!"

"Don't hit the face! If it's ruined, it won't sell for a good price! A Dragon Clan's face has collection value!"

"And that armor on him! Strip it off gently for me! If a single piece breaks, I'll deduct it from your spiritual energy! That's my daughter's snack money!"

"Right, and protect that pair of dragon horns on his head! That stuff is a main material for an emperor weapon! If anyone dares to chip even a tip, I'll send them back to the furnace!"

"Also, that Dragon-Patterned Jade Pendant on his waist! Those boots on his feet! That ring on his hand! Not a single item is allowed to be missing!"

"Strip them all off perfectly intact!"

"Do you hear me!!"