164: Chapter 164 One punch shatters everything, the Wang family trembles in fear!

He performed hand seals, and the Killing Formation on the chariot's chassis roared into existence.

That piece of imperial artifact pressed down from the very top.

The Ancient Spear was suspended in the center.

The entire chariot had become a killing platform pushing forward.

Blood-red light swirled all around, and the ground exploded in concentric circles.

If this strike truly landed, let alone ordinary Venerables, even a Peak Saint King would be killed on the spot!

Xu Chen had just finished flipping the last Wang Family Cultivator on the left; he looked back, saw this scene, and his eyes widened.

"Yo!"

"This little trash has even dug out his own coffin money."

On the other side, Chu Wanqing's zither music swirled, repelling three Wang Family death squads that pounced forward, and she looked up and cursed.

"Treating a broken shard like a treasure, the Wang Family really is so poor that only their stubborn mouths remain!"

Su Yuxi stood outside the formation base, her fingertips tapping continuously, forcefully suppressing a side formation that was trying to reinforce, and reminded them coldly.

"Lin Yi, he is borrowing the power of the Wang Family ancestral formation; don't let him connect his momentum."

Shen Qingyue swept open a side line with Dao light in her palm and also looked toward the front.

"Lin Yi, be careful!"

In the center of the battlefield.

Wang Chuang drove the chariot and charged forward again.

The Killing Formation roared.

The imperial artifact shone.

The cold glint at the tip of the Ancient Spear had already forced its way to before Lin Yi's eyes.

Lin Yi stood in place, his black robe blown backward by the strong wind, yet there was not even a ripple on his face.

He only took half a step forward.

Merely half a step.

The ground outside the mountain gate sank another layer.

Lin Yi slowly raised his right fist.

He clenched his five fingers.

His knuckles cracked and popped.

The Hongmeng Domain churned behind him, Fist Intent surged, and even before the punch was truly thrown.

The air in front had already begun to crackle.

The fierce look on Wang Chuang's face still remained.

But deep in his eyes, there was an uncontrollable panic.

Lin Yi stared at him and spat out only one sentence.

"With this kind of junk, you dare to show off in front of This Holy Son."

"Your momentum ends here."

"Die!"

As this word fell from Lin Yi, his fist strike followed.

Without any flashiness, and without leaving any room for error.

Wang Chuang drove the chariot toward him, and the blood light of the ancestral formation poured into the chariot body all at once.

The Ancient Spear hummed and vibrated, and the imperial artifact above his head was also glowing.

The entire mountain path was crushed and overturned, gravel flew everywhere, and even the mountain walls on both sides cracked open.

On the Wang Family city wall, that group of people acted like they were high on adrenaline, shouting at the top of their lungs.

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

"Right! Make him kneel at the mountain gate and beg for forgiveness!"

"This is the Wang Family Ancestral Land; it's not his place to run wild!"

Xu Tian stood on the high ground, his face still swollen, but his breathing became a bit more rapid.

Wang Shuo stared intently at the scene below, his eyes filled with hope.

They were all waiting.

Waiting for Wang Chuang to use this strike from the ancestral formation to stop Lin Yi outside the mountain gate.

The next instant.

What they got instead was an explosive sound that made eardrums numb.

"Boom!"

Lin Yi's punch landed squarely on the axle of the chariot.

The first thing to shatter were the imperial patterns wrapped around the Ancient Spear.

That bit of incomplete power, when it met the Heavenly Emperor Fist, couldn't even hold on for a moment and instantly exploded into scattered light.

Immediately after, the entire chariot sank violently.

The wheels exploded.

The axle broke.

The Killing Formation on the chassis, which had just lit up, hadn't even had a chance to activate before it was blasted into pieces by the fist energy.

Large swaths of runes darted around in mid-air, then extinguished inch by inch.

Wang Chuang's eyes widened to the size of saucers.

The wild arrogance he had just displayed still hung on his face, but the next moment, his face stiffened.

"Impossible!"

He roared in a raspy voice.

"With the blessing of the ancestral formation and the suppression of an imperial artifact, what are you using to break it?!"

"A piece of scrap metal dares to call itself an imperial artifact?"

Lin Yi replied coldly.

Before his voice had faded, the imperial artifact above his head hummed and pounced down.

Sensing its master was at a disadvantage, it autonomously protected its master, hovering above Lin Yi, and cast down mottled imperial radiance to interfere with his fist momentum.

In an instant, the surrounding space trembled, forcing many watching Cultivators to retreat.

Some turned pale.

Some exclaimed.

"The imperial artifact is protecting its master!"

"This strike isn't over yet; Young Master Wang Chuang still has a trump card!"

"I knew it! For Young Master Wang Chuang to dare to stand out at this time, he must have something up his sleeve!"

"How could he be defeated so easily! He is a god!!"

"That's right! The next part will be Young Master Wang Chuang's highlight moment!!"

Lin Yi looked up and swept a glance over it, his lips pressing into a cold sneer.

"Burial!"

As the word left his mouth.

The lid of the immortal burial coffin suddenly opened a sliver.

The pitch-black mouth of the coffin seemed to tear half the sky open.

Ancient immortal patterns lit up one by one, and a terrifying suction force erupted from the coffin, heading straight for that worn-out imperial artifact.

The old imperial artifact struggled with all its might at first.

But it only held on for one breath.

The next moment, it was yanked askew.

Its imperial radiance shook erratically, emitting a harsh, mournful cry before it swooshed into the coffin.

"Boom!"

The coffin lid slammed shut.

The area in front of the mountain gate fell instantly silent.

This trump card that Wang Chuang had relied on was just gone.

It vanished without a trace, without a single mark of its existence left behind.

Xu Chen was on the left wing swinging the ancient desolate hall at people; he looked back, saw this scene, and slapped his thigh in amusement.

"Good heavens."

"Still trying to protect its master? It just got recruited in one gulp."

"Wang Chuang, your imperial artifact is more sensible than you; it knows to abandon darkness for light!"

Chu Wanqing held the imperial zither, her red robes sweeping across the right side of the battlefield; she plucked a string, and a wave of fiery sound overturned three Wang Family Cultivators on the spot.

She turned her face and sneered crisply at the city wall:

"The last bit of the Wang Family's face has been ruined by Brother Lin Yi again."

"A side-branch Disciple still wants to turn the tables? Keep dreaming!!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The Wang Family members, who had just been pumped up with adrenaline, saw their momentum collapse instantly.

Wang Chuang was in an even worse state.

Once the imperial artifact was lost, the chariot under his feet, which had already been blown apart, completely lost control.

That suction force came too violently, pulling him forward so he fell, his knees slamming heavily into the ground, causing a series of cracks to appear on his crimson gold armor.

He was just about to crawl up.

Lin Yi had already arrived.

His speed was so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Before Wang Chuang could gather his protective divine light, Lin Yi's second punch had already slammed into his chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

The heart-protecting bone on Wang Chuang's chest cracked on the spot.

Cracks spread from the center, making clicking sounds as they crawled along his chest cavity toward his shoulder blades.

The defensive runes on the inside of his armor shattered one after another, and blood gushed out from the gaps in the armor.

Wang Chuang opened his mouth, and before he could even finish spitting out the first mouthful of blood, he was sent flying backward.

But he didn't even have the chance to finish spitting out that blood.

Lin Yi caught up in one step.

"Point-blank!"

"Punch!"

The third punch landed directly on Wang Chuang's face.

"Crack!"

"His nose bridge broke!"

"His teeth flew out!"

Half of his facial bone collapsed into a large depression on the spot.

Wang Chuang flipped horizontally in the air several times, like a dead dog being swatted away, and with a boom, he smashed into the ruined wall of the mountain gate.

Dust rose high into the air, and even several nearby Wang Family Cultivators were shaken so hard their bones broke and tendons snapped, falling silent on the spot.

Outside the mountain gate, countless gazes fixed in unison, and it was so quiet that even the sound of the wind was clear.

A Peak Saint King gasped, his fingertips tingling.

There were also young Cultivators stunned in mid-air, not even noticing that the Magical Artifacts beneath their feet were wobbling.

"Wang Chuang has lost!"

"This... how many punches was that?"

"The Wang Family's so-called last trump card of the younger generation, is this it?"