178: Chapter 178 Gatling Gun Practical Test! Sir, times have changed!

Su Yang carefully folded the yellowed animal skin scroll and tucked it into his clothes close to his chest.

This was an important clue to finding his fox demon wife.

It was a hundred times more precious than the room full of top-grade Materials.

He turned his head and looked up at the ceiling he had just blasted through.

At this moment, terrifying fluctuations of Spiritual Qi were coming from above, pressing down so hard that the entire underground treasury was trembling.

Qian Wansan, lying on the ground, had originally been in complete despair.

But upon sensing this familiar Aura, he felt like he had experienced a revival, and extreme ecstasy erupted in his eyes.

It is the Chief Pavilion Master! The Chief Pavilion Master has really come!

Qian Wansan shouted crazily while coughing up blood.

Su! So what if you have emptied the treasury? You will never leave Wolong Mountain Villa alive today!

The Chief Pavilion Master is a Late Stage Nascent Soul powerhouse! And he wields our Pavilion's Sect-guarding treasure!

Kneel down and beg me now, and I might still put in a good word for you and leave you a whole corpse!

Su Yang walked up to him.

No useless chatter.

He directly raised his right foot and stomped hard on Qian Wansan's left knee.

Crack!

An extremely crisp sound of bone fracturing rang out.

Qian Wansan's left leg instantly bent at a bizarre angle, and his kneecap was crushed into powder.

Ah—!!!

A pig-like scream echoed shrilly through the treasury.

Too noisy.

Su Yang picked at his ear, his tone flat and without a ripple.

I am keeping you alive just so you can act as a guide. If you dare to bark again, I will crush every bone in your body inch by inch.

Qian Wansan instantly shut his mouth, his eyes rolling back in pain, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, not even daring to let out a fart.

Su Yang picked up the nearly two-hundred-catty fat pig by the back of his collar with one hand, as if he were holding a bag of trash.

Girls, pack up the loot, we are going out to greet our guests.

Mary, carrying two bulging, oversized Qiankun bags, nodded in excitement.

Reba, Lin Lang, and Chu Ling followed closely behind.

The group followed the stairs and swaggered back to the auction hall on the first floor.

At this moment, the sky over Wolong Mountain Villa had completely changed.

The hall's dome had long been smashed to pieces by Su Yang's earlier action of throwing people, so one could see the night sky outside directly.

Except, there were no stars in the night sky at this moment.

There was only a black spirit boat that blocked out the sky, floating quietly above the villa.

The spirit boat was over a hundred zhang long, crafted entirely from ten-thousand-year black ironwood, its surface engraved with dense defensive formations, radiating a suffocating metallic luster.

A massive flag embroidered with a gold ingot pattern fluttered in the night wind.

This was one of the foundations that allowed Tianbao Pavilion to run rampant in the cultivation world—the Boundary-Breaking Spirit Boat.

Standing with his hands behind his back at the bow of the spirit boat was an old man in purple-gold robes.

The old man had a sinister face, his eyes flashing with lightning as they opened and closed, and his whole body exuded the terrifying Aura of a Late Stage Nascent Soul.

It was none other than the Chief Pavilion Master of Tianbao Pavilion, Shen Potian.

Behind him stood thirty black-clad deacons in perfect rows, all of them at the Peak of the Golden Core Stage!

The pressure generated by this combined force was practically tangible.

The wealthy patrons and low-level Cultivators in the hall were all pinned to the ground, unable to breathe, and many were already bleeding from their nostrils.

Qi Ziming knelt at the very front of the crowd, trembling with excitement.

With the Chief Pavilion Master personally taking action and bringing such a terrifying lineup, everything was settled now!

What insolent fool! Get out here and die at once!

Shen Potian's voice was like rolling thunder, mixed with pure Spiritual Qi, exploding directly in the hall.

Bang!

The steel door leading from the hall to the underground was kicked off its hinges.

The heavy door panel smashed into the center of the hall like a cannonball, creating a deep pit in the white jade floor.

Su Yang dusted off his hands and walked out leisurely.

His left hand was in his pocket.

His right hand was dragging the half-dead Qian Wansan.

He looked up at the black spirit boat in mid-air, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Your entrance fee is quite high, even bringing a boat to fly in the sky. Aren't you afraid of straining your waist in the wind?

Shen Potian looked down at Su Yang from above.

When he saw Qian Wansan being dragged like a dead dog in Su Yang's hand, the killing intent in his eyes almost materialized.

Presumptuous!

You destroyed my branch's foundation, severely injured my Tianbao Pavilion's manager, and still dare to speak so brazenly!

Shen Potian laughed out of extreme anger.

I don't care which hidden Sect you came from, even if your Revered Master were here today, they could not save your dog life!

I will use your Primordial Spirit to light a lamp and burn it for forty-nine days!

Shen Potian had no intention of testing him.

Being able to smash the capital branch to this extent, the opponent was definitely no simple figure.

As the Chief Pavilion Master, he would use his full strength even when hunting a rabbit.

He directly raised his right hand and waved his wide sleeve.

Boom!

The Spiritual Qi in the world went violently berserk.

A giant palm of Spiritual Qi, over a hundred zhang in size and burning with black flames, instantly formed in mid-air.

The giant palm carried the force of destroying the world, as if it wanted to raze the entire Wolong Mountain Villa to the ground, and slammed down directly towards Su Yang's head.

A full-strength strike from a Late Stage Nascent Soul!

Before the giant palm even landed, the floor of the hall had already begun to crack and collapse wildly.

A violent gale roared, like the end of the world.

The surrounding Cultivators on the ground were scared out of their wits.

Run! We are going to be caught in the crossfire!

But the pressure of the giant palm locked down this space; they did not even have the strength to crawl away.

Facing this sky-covering strike, Su Yang stood where he was, not even moving an inch.

He casually threw Qian Wansan aside.

Using palm techniques to suppress me?

Su Yang clenched his right fist, and his bones let out a sound like popping beans.

He did not use any Spells.

Only pure, extreme physical strength!

He exerted force from his waist and abdomen and punched violently toward the sky.

Shatter for me!

A visible white shockwave cloud exploded instantly at the tip of Su Yang's fist.

The terrifying fist wind surged into the sky, turning into an invisible wild Dragon, smashing fiercely into the falling black-fire giant palm.

Bang—!!!

The deafening sonic boom made eardrums instantly tear.

In mid-air, this giant palm, condensed by the full strength of a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, shattered inch by inch the moment it touched Su Yang's fist wind, as if it were fragile glass!

The black fire across the sky turned into a meteor shower, scattering in all directions.

What?!

Shen Potian's pupils on the spirit boat contracted violently, and he gasped.

Catching a Late Stage Nascent Soul Spell attack with bare hands?

And without even using a Magic Treasure, destroying it with one punch?

Was this kid's Physical Body cast from ten-thousand-year mysterious iron?

It seems Your Excellency is no nameless nobody, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant!

Shen Potian's expression became solemn instantly, putting away all his previous contempt.

He quickly formed a complex hand seal in front of his chest.

Since your Physical Body is tough, I will let you taste the power of my Tianbao Pavilion's Sect-guarding treasure!

Hunyuan Thunder Seal, come out!

Hum!

Shen Potian opened his mouth and spat out a stream of essence blood.

A purple square seal flashing with blinding lightning flew out from between his eyebrows and instantly hovered in mid-air.

The square seal expanded in the wind, becoming the size of a small hill.

The bottom of the seal was engraved with ancient thunder patterns, surrounded by purple heavenly lightning as thick as a water bucket, emitting a destructive Aura that suppressed everything.

A top-grade spiritual tool!

This was a true top-grade spiritual tool, and it was a Lifebound Treasure that had been nurtured by a Late Stage Nascent Soul powerhouse for hundreds of years!

Suppress!

Shen Potian pointed his finger.

The Hunyuan Thunder Seal carried ten thousand jun of lightning and smashed down towards Su Yang like a falling meteorite.

The lightning locked off all escape routes, leaving Su Yang no space to dodge.

Playing with lightning?

Su Yang looked at the falling Thunder Seal, not only without the slightest fear, but a look of extreme excitement rising in his eyes.

Perfect.

Su Yang flipped his wrist.

A blinding dark golden light instantly erupted in the Void Realm.

A six-barreled heavy weapon with an extremely exaggerated design and full of violent aesthetics appeared in Su Yang's hands.

It was crafted entirely from the essence of geng metal and was incredibly heavy.

The barrels were engraved with purple-red thunderfire patterns, and the energy slot at the rear of the gun was embedded with a heavenly demon thunder pearl that radiated terrifying fluctuations.

thunderfire gatling!

Su Yang held the thousand-catty heavy killer weapon in one hand, like a demon god.

I just finished building this gun and have not tested it on a Late Stage Nascent Soul target yet.

Today, I will use your broken seal to practice!

Su Yang pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Sir, times have changed!

Buzz buzz buzz—!

The low hum of the motor warming up sounded instantly.

The six dark golden barrels began to spin crazily, so fast that only a golden afterimage could be seen.

Immediately after.

Boom!

A thick purple-gold beam of light, merging Pure Yang True Fire and heavenly demon thunder, sprayed directly from the muzzle!

This was not a Spell.

This was a torrent of solid spiritual bullets, six thousand rounds per minute, entirely compressed from top-grade Spiritual Qi!

Da da da da da!

The dense gunfire sounded like the roar of the grim reaper.

The purple-gold barrage shot into the sky, meeting the falling Hunyuan Thunder Seal head-on.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

The shrill sound of metal clashing rang through the night sky.

Shen Potian had originally thought his Lifebound Treasure could easily crush this piece of oddly shaped junk.

But he was wrong.

Wrong, outrageously so.

The armor-piercing characteristics of the thunderfire gatling, combined with the extreme heat of the Pure Yang True Fire.

Hitting the Hunyuan Thunder Seal was like dense armor-piercing shells hitting an iron plate.

It only held out for less than two seconds.

The downward momentum of the Hunyuan Thunder Seal was forced to a halt.

Then.

A dense sound of cracking rang out.

In Shen Potian's horrified gaze, his top-grade spiritual tool that he had nurtured for hundreds of years had countless holes punched into its surface.

The patterns extinguished.

The spiritual light dissipated.

With a loud bang!

The indestructible Hunyuan Thunder Seal shattered into pieces in mid-air!

Pfft—!!!

With his Lifebound Treasure destroyed, Shen Potian suffered a severe backlash.

He spat out a large mouthful of heart blood, and his Aura withered instantly.

This... what kind of monster Magic Treasure is this!

Shen Potian clutched his chest, and uncontrollable fear finally appeared in his eyes.

But it was not over yet.

After shattering the Thunder Seal, Su Yang slightly raised the muzzle.

The purple-gold beam of destruction swept directly across the black spirit boat in mid-air.

Rip!

The top-tier defensive barrier on the surface of the spirit boat was like a thin sheet of paper in front of the thunderfire torrent, instantly torn apart.

The hard black ironwood hull was riddled with holes by the bullet storm.

The giant sails ignited with raging flames.

The thirty Golden Core deacons standing behind Shen Potian did not even have time to scream.

The moment they touched the beam, they and their protective Magic Treasures were vaporized, leaving not even a scrap behind.

Click.

Su Yang released the trigger.

The rotation speed of the barrels slowed down, emitting wisps of scorching blue smoke.

The entire battle process lasted less than ten seconds.

The elite combat power and invincible spirit boat that Tianbao Pavilion was so proud of were completely scrapped.

The crowd in the hall was deathly silent, having forgotten even to breathe.

Qi Ziming knelt on the ground, his lower body already soaked with a foul-smelling yellow stain.

In mid-air.

The riddled spirit boat could no longer maintain its suspension and wobbled as it crashed toward the ground.

Su Yang tapped his toes, and his whole body flew up like a weightless leaf, landing steadily on the tilted deck.

He carried the still-hot thunderfire gatling.

He strolled up to Shen Potian, who was clutching his chest with a face full of despair.

Now, can we have a proper talk?

Su Yang squatted down and patted Shen Potian's pale old face with the hot barrel.

Your branch sold fake medicine and scammed me out of twenty billion.

According to the rules, one fake compensates for three, so you owe me eighty billion.

I just took some junk from the treasury below, which is worth twenty billion at most.

You still owe me sixty billion.

Su Yang's tone was calm, as if he were haggling at a vegetable market, completely unlike the demon god who had just destroyed everything.

The Chief Pavilion Master is wealthy and generous.

How do you plan to settle this remaining balance of sixty billion?