163: Chapter 163 Backup Plan King Chuang, Lin Yi's Punch!

Wang Chuang.

The one in the Wang Family side branch who wanted to rise to the top the most.

Usually, he hid behind Wang Teng and Wang Lie to pick up scraps; when there were no scraps, he would gloomily focus on his own cultivation.

Now that the two in front were dead, he had cleaned himself up to look presentable, donned his armor, mounted a chariot, and rushed to the very front.

As soon as he stood firm,

He slammed his Ancient Spear down heavily, squinted at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, twitched the corner of his mouth, and spat out a line he thought was very cool.

"The dead are worthless."

"Only those who survive are worthy of being called Imperial Sons!"

As soon as these words fell,

The group of Wang Family clansmen, who had already been scared witless, actually felt a surge of morale from his shout.

Many people's eyes lit up.

Their backs straightened as well.

Even Xu Tian on the city wall raised an eyebrow, the gloom on his face dissipating slightly, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for a comeback.

Chu Wanqing held the imperial zither, her elegant brows furrowing slightly.

"Where does this person get his confidence?"

"He actually dares to challenge Brother Lin Yi!"

Xu Chen held the ancient desolate hall, a look of mockery on his face.

"Pah!!"

"Those two boys, Wang Teng and Wang Lie, were both taken out by my Big Brother.

You, a little fry from a side branch, dare to come here and act like a king?!"

"Self-proclaiming to be an Imperial Son? Do you want to be buried together with them?"

A group of spectating Cultivators twitched their mouths at what they heard.

Wang Chuang's face darkened on the spot.

Lin Yi glanced at him as if looking at a piece of roadside trash blocking the way.

"Xu Chen."

"Watch the left flank."

Upon hearing this, Xu Chen's eyes lit up immediately.

"Alright, Big Brother."

"That group of small fry on the left belongs to me."

Lin Yi tilted his head again.

"Wanqing, you go to the right."

"Yu Xi, keep an eye on the breached opening; don't let them repair it."

"Qingyue, clear the side lines; don't let them converge toward the center."

With those words, the three women attacked quickly.

Chu Wanqing flew out with her zither, her red dress flashing as she landed in the chaotic battle zone on the right.

Su Yuxi's white sleeves fluttered as Dao Patterns spread out in sheets, pressing directly toward the area where the formation was still being repaired.

The Taichu Dao Light swirled in Shen Qingyue's palm; with a light tap of her foot, she had already cut through to the other side.

She blocked all the Wang Family Cultivators who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to surround them from the outside.

Lin Yi stood in place, leaving only the front for himself.

High in the sky, Zhou Qing and the others rose together to confront Wang Shuo and his group.

Watching this scene, the corners of Wang Chuang's eyes twitched violently.

The opposing side's stance didn't treat him like a significant figure at all.

This division of labor was like dividing meat on a chopping board.

And he was merely the largest piece.

Nothing more.

Wang Chuang gritted his teeth, stomped his feet heavily on the chariot, and roared sternly.

"Lin Yi."

"Even after arriving at the Wang Family's territory, you still dare to put on airs."

"Today, this Young Master will first defeat you, then take your head to sacrifice to our ancestors!"

Before his voice had even faded,

The chariot charged out with a boom.

The imperial patterns were lit up by the ancestral formation.

The entire chariot dragged a blood-colored trail as it crushed toward Lin Yi from the front.

The Ancient Spear in his hand surged in power along the way, fueled by the blood light pouring down from the ancestral formation.

Incomplete imperial patterns even flashed on the spear tip, carrying a murderous aura that vowed to kill Lin Yi in one strike.

The Wang Family members immediately roared in unison.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Young Master Wang Chuang, beat him to death!"

"Let him die outside the gates! Let him know the might of our Wang Family!"

The waves of sound rolled together.

Yet Lin Yi did not retreat even half a step.

The Hongmeng Chaos Body was activated to its full potential.

His blood energy rumbled.

Facing the charging chariot, he raised his hand and grabbed.

Dong!

A dull thud exploded in everyone's ears.

Lin Yi's five fingers directly gripped the spear tip.

Without the aid of any weapon,

He caught a quasi-imperial weapon with his bare hands!

The Killing Intent on the spear tip and the impact force from the ancestral formation crashed into his palm, but only ground out a string of eye-piercing sparks.

Lin Yi's palm did not budge an inch.

On the contrary, that Ancient Spear trembled violently under his grip.

In the next instant,

Lin Yi's shoulders and back sank, and he yanked his arm.

Boom!

That imperial-patterned chariot, which originally had such fierce momentum, was forcibly dragged to a halt outside the mountain gate by him.

Two deep grooves were scraped into the ground by the wheels.

The front end of the chariot was torn to shreds by this brute force.

Wang Chuang tumbled forward, falling off the chariot; his chest hit a sharp stone, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

A dead silence fell outside the mountain gate.

In the distance, many Cultivators watched with their hearts pounding.

Wang Chuang wanted to use Lin Yi to establish his prestige, but as it turned out, he was defeated in the first round of collision, his face slapped soundly.

On the other side, Xu Chen was already swaggering about, swinging the ancient desolate hall as he charged into the left flank.

With two bangs, he first smashed two Wang Family Cultivators into the ground, not forgetting to shout out some cutting remarks.

"With just this level of skill, you still want to become an official Imperial Son?"

"Do you really think of yourself as the Rat King in the sewers?"

"Wake up! With your strength, you don't even qualify as a spare tire!!"

The surrounding Tianxuan Disciples felt their blood boiling with excitement.

Meanwhile, Wang Chuang was so enraged that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

His eyes were red as he suddenly yanked the Ancient Spear, only to find that the spear body was still being held tightly by Lin Yi.

The first yank didn't move it, and the second yank still didn't move it; his entire face twisted in frustration.

"Get lost!"

He roared, and the blood light of the ancestral formation pressed down once again.

Lin Yi looked up at him and suddenly loosened his grip.

Wang Chuang used too much force and fell backward violently, the back of his head hitting the ground, making his brain buzz.

He scrambled up and fled onto the chariot, but before he could stand firm,

Lin Yi had already stepped up to him.

Bang!

A foot stomped the ground.

The stone slabs beneath his feet instantly shattered into pieces.

Lin Yi raised his hand and threw a punch, aiming straight for the center of the chariot.

Wang Chuang's scalp tingled with fear, and he hurriedly raised his spear to block horizontally.

Boom!

A clap of thunder exploded.

The chariot shook violently.

The Ancient Spear bent into a terrifying arc.

Wang Chuang's arms went numb, the webbing between his thumbs and index fingers split open on the spot, and blood dripped down his palms.

He immediately changed his tune, his voice cracking as he shouted.

"Activate the formation!"

"Activate the formation for me!"

As his voice fell, the imperial patterns on the chariot's chassis suddenly lit up.

Ancient killing patterns rose from beneath the wheels, spreading to the surrounding ground in the blink of an eye.

Soon, they connected with the blood patterns on the outer layer of the Wang Family Ancestral Land that had not yet dissipated.

Standing on the city wall, Wang Shuo's pupils constricted.

"Wang Chuang, hold on!"

Xu Tian also stared down, the corners of his lips curling up bit by bit.

As long as Wang Chuang could hold out for a moment,

As long as he could keep Lin Yi stuck outside the mountain gate,

There was still a chance for the Wang Family's second layer of the ancestral formation and the hidden seal of the Marriage Contract to start working.

At that time, if things became chaotic around Lin Yi, Shen Qingyue would be forcibly dragged into the center of the formation.

Just as this thought arose,

Wang Chuang had already pushed the chariot to its absolute limit.

Behind the chariot, a piece of broken metal slowly floated up.

That thing was only the size of a palm with jagged edges, yet its surface contained a terrifying imperial might.

As soon as it appeared, the surrounding Spiritual Qi sank in unison.

It was actually an ancient extreme dao imperial weapon!

Many Cultivators watching the excitement outside the mountain gate widened their eyes.

"An imperial weapon! It's actually a genuine imperial weapon!"

"Even though it's a bit worn out, this is an imperial weapon after all!

The Wang Family boy is getting serious; Lin Yi might be in trouble!"

"Yeah! Who would have thought the Wang Family still hid something like this."

"No wonder he dared to rush out; this is the foundation of an Imperial Clan!"

Wang Chuang looked up, the ruthlessness on his face completely exposed.

"Lin Yi! You might be able to withstand a quasi-imperial spear!"

"I don't believe you can also withstand the triple suppression of the ancestral formation, the killing chariot, and the imperial weapon!"