149: Chapter 149 How to Deal With It

Standing on the city wall, Lin Bei raised his hand and retracted the moral seal, which was hundreds of feet large in the sky.

"This is much faster!" Watching thousands of streaks of light shoot into the sky, he nodded, very satisfied.

Before long, spatial fluctuations appeared nearby, and fifteen Alchemy Pavilion Elders emerged one after another.

After Dan Chen the Saint appeared, his pupils constricted violently, and his body trembled. "There is actually such a strange person in this world!"

"Grand Elder, I hope you have been well!" The smile on Lin Bei's lips was the same as yesterday, with no hint of the anger or hatred from having died once.

"I am naturally well..." Dan Chen the Saint was indeed someone who had weathered great storms; he quickly calmed down, his face tinged with bitterness. "I just didn't expect Fellow Daoist Lin to be well as well!"

Lin Bei stood with his hands behind his back, watching the figures still constantly rising into the sky from Holy Alchemy City, and spoke indifferently, "The Grand Elder won't mind giving these Cultivators a little time, right?"

"The Lord of the Heavenly Court is kind and benevolent; it is their blessing..." Dan Chen the Saint nodded slightly.

There wasn't a hint of hostility between the two; anyone who didn't know better would think it was just a conversation between friends.

"Lin Bei, is it just you?" Li Shizhen, however, did not have such a good Heart-Nature. His eyes constantly scanned the surroundings, fearing a Great Black Tortoise might suddenly pop out.

"Don't worry, it's just destroying a city; I alone am enough!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many Alchemy Pavilion Elders showed looks of anger.

"Utterly arrogant! We admit you have means, but thinking you can destroy the city under our watch with just one person is simply a dream!"

"That's right, today this Wu vows to live or die with Holy Alchemy City!"

"You, named Lin! My Holy Alchemy City is willing to pay a price for this matter. How about we both take a step back?"

...

Lin Bei glanced at these Alchemy Pavilion Elders and ignored them.

Time passed exceptionally slowly in the tense atmosphere; it took a long while for more than half a stick of incense to pass.

"Kill!" A sharp light flashed in Dan Chen the Saint's eyes. Without waiting for the full stick of incense to end, he lunged at Lin Bei, catching him off guard.

He was by no means a pushover to have established himself in Holy Alchemy City; it was impossible for him to just sit and wait for death.

"Kill!" The other Elders had clearly received secret transmissions and rushed toward Lin Bei in unison.

Whoosh...

However, as fast as the group of Saints rushed forward, they retreated even faster!

"Is that... Heaven-Shaking Thunder?" The Fourteenth Elder, Li Yuanfeng, cried out in shock.

Heaven-Shaking Thunder was not an extremely rare item; many wealthy Cultivators would carry a few for emergencies.

But taking out thirty thousand at once was just too much, wasn't it?

Thirty thousand beads were equivalent to the strongest strike of thirty thousand Half-Saints. Even Dan Chen the Saint, who was in the Late Stage of the Saint realm, did not dare to face them head-on.

"Everyone, we agreed on a stick of incense. Why the rush..." Surrounded by thirty thousand Heaven-Shaking Thunders, Lin Bei said softly with a mocking smile.

Gulp... The Second Elder swallowed hard. "One Heaven-Shaking Thunder costs at least twenty fangyuan. Thirty thousand beads is a full six hundred thousand fang! This..."

"Most importantly, making Heaven-Shaking Thunder requires Fire Source Crystals. This Ore is very rare, so the number of Heaven-Shaking Thunders in the Desolate Ancient Continent has always been small! How can he have so many?!" Another Elder was full of confusion.

In the city below, there were still some Cultivators who hadn't left, planning to wait and see first.

Seeing this scene now, they were all terrified and trembling, wishing they had two more legs as they scrambled to fly out of the city.

Soon, there were few Cultivators left in Holy Alchemy City; only the Cultivators of the Ten Great Families were still hesitating.

Their own Old Ancestors were still there; if they ran first, wouldn't that be a slap to the Old Ancestors' faces?

After the failed sneak attack, Dan Chen the Saint's gaze had turned cold.

"Are these Heaven-Shaking Thunders your reliance for coming to destroy my Holy Alchemy City alone?"

"I admit, being able to take out so many Heaven-Shaking Thunders at once is indeed surprising, but this alone is not enough!"

With that, he pointed a finger, and Formations began to emerge in various parts of the city.

A few breaths later, a total of one hundred and eight Formations appeared in Holy Alchemy City, each containing Saint-Grade fluctuations!

"My Alchemy Pavilion has operated in Holy Alchemy City for ten thousand years; how could we not have some tricks? These one hundred and eight Saint-Grade Formations are enough to deal with your thirty thousand Heaven-Shaking Thunders!"

Lin Bei nodded, agreeing with Dan Chen the Saint's words. With a wave of his hand, another thirty thousand Heaven-Shaking Thunders appeared around him.

"Then... how will you respond to these thirty thousand?"

"I..." Dan Chen the Saint almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The other Saint Elders retreated another dozens of feet in unison, cold sweat pouring down their backs.

Boom! A huge shield suddenly appeared in the sky.

"This is the Giant Spirit Shield. I have refined it for nearly ten thousand years since becoming a Saint. Today, I would rather sacrifice this supreme treasure than let you have your way!"

Dan Chen the Saint's voice was now tinged with gritted teeth.

"Quite a nice shield!" Lin Bei praised lightly, and another thirty thousand Heaven-Shaking Thunders immediately appeared in front of him. "Are there any more?"

Pfft!

This time, Dan Chen the Saint really spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Bei's expression turned cold. He stopped teasing them and, with a wave of his hand, another hundred and ten thousand Heaven-Shaking Thunders appeared around him.

A total of two hundred thousand Heaven-Shaking Thunders were now spread throughout Holy Alchemy City with a single thought from him.

"How is this... possible?!" The dozen or so Saints breathed heavily, their scalps tingling.

Every single Heaven-Shaking Thunder was already in a semi-triggered state, their explosive aura causing ripples in space.

"Not good!" Realizing this, the Saints' faces changed drastically. "Space is being affected; we can't teleport away now!"

"Wait... wait a moment!" Feeling that these Heaven-Shaking Thunders could explode at any time, Li Shizhen spoke up hurriedly.

"Lord of the Heavenly Court, if you detonate these Heaven-Shaking Thunders, you won't escape death yourself! Even if you can be resurrected..."

"No need for Elder Li to worry!" Lin Bei interrupted him. With a thought, the two hundred thousand Heaven-Shaking Thunders exploded all at once.

Rumble...

The first to be hit were the one hundred and eight Formations.

These Formations, which could handle thirty thousand Heaven-Shaking Thunders, were clearly not enough against two hundred thousand.

They only held out for less than two breaths before completely collapsing!

Without the Formations to block it, the explosive waves surged wildly, and all buildings were instantly turned into rubble and debris.

Those members of the Ten Great Families who hadn't left were all turned to ash before they even had time to feel terror.

The Saint Elders, who were struggling to resist the explosive impact, watched with eyes nearly splitting, but they had no way to help, as even they were about to reach their limit!

A few breaths later, the weakest, Li Yuanfeng and the Fifteenth Elder, were the first to perish in the explosion.

"Beast! You beast! It was clearly you who snatched our Alchemy Tower first! Now you carry out such an act of extermination!"

The Twelfth Elder roared piercingly before dying.

Lin Bei's expression didn't change at all. The Alchemy Tower was originally a masterless object; it couldn't belong to Holy Alchemy City just because they were here first.

More than ten breaths later, only Dan Chen the Saint and three Middle Stage Saint Elders were still struggling to endure.

This was only because Dan Chen the Saint was using the Giant Spirit Shield to help share the burden for the other three.

Crack, crack, crack! At that moment, the Giant Spirit Shield could no longer take it. Cracks spread across it, and it looked like it was about to shatter.

Blood overflowed from Dan Chen the Saint's mouth, and a ferocious expression suddenly appeared on his aged face as he looked toward the ground below.

"Old Ancestor! Save us!"