219: Chapter 219 Stop Fighting

The originally clear sky suddenly changed color, and an extremely powerful aura erupted like Mount Tai pressing down, instantly shrouding the entire street.

The aura was mixed with a killing intent that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

"Boom—!"

Seven streams of light shot out from the depths of the imperial palace, instantly hovering above Yuan Chen and the others.

They were all experts above the third rank of Loose Immortal, their spiritual power surging, and their robes flapping loudly.

Around the Drunken Immortal House, the onlookers and spies from various factions were instantly terrified and fled in panic.

"Heavens! It's the imperial envoys! That brat is dead for sure now!"

"Goodness, to capture a few people, they actually alarmed seven envoys?"

"Hush! Don't talk nonsense. Didn't you see that even the Fifth Prince was beaten to a pulp? This person kicked an iron plate, but the iron plate might be harder than him!"

The crowd discussed heatedly, their terrified gazes focused on the man in green robes in the middle of the street.

Yuan Chen looked calm, as if the three peerless experts hanging above his head were not experts, but three noisy crows.

Under his feet, he was stepping on the head of an imperial guard. The guard's face was covered in blood, his chest bones were shattered, and he was groaning in pain.

At this moment, he was invincible; only if all the royal experts combined would they have a chance to fight him. This was also the reason he dared to bring his wife and children here.

"Audacious madman!"

The leading envoy was named Zhao Tianba, a member of the royal family with a violent temper.

He looked down from above, his eyes wide with anger, pointing at Yuan Chen and shouting sharply: "In broad daylight, you dare to seriously injure the royal family, treating our Daming Dynasty's laws as nothing! Kneel down and surrender immediately, and perhaps this old man can leave you a whole corpse!"

Yuan Chen slowly raised his head, a playful arc appearing at the corner of his mouth. He applied slight pressure with his foot, and the guard immediately let out a pig-like scream.

"Laws?" Yuan Chen chuckled, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears. "Does your Daming Dynasty still have laws? Can you stop telling jokes?"

"Presumptuous!" Another envoy shouted angrily, drawing his long saber, the cold light gleaming. "Grand Commander, why waste words with him? Just kill him!"

There was no right or wrong here; the only thing they needed to maintain was the majesty of the Daming Dynasty.

Moreover, they were in the middle of a standoff with the Exotic Beast Mansion. If other forces saw the Daming Dynasty showing weakness, wouldn't everyone come up to take a bite?

In the Cultivation World, having big fists is the hard truth.

"Want to make a move?" Yuan Chen was indifferent. "Then come and try."

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Senior, who exactly are you? So arrogant?"

Shi Jin was dumbfounded and exclaimed repeatedly to Ye Lingling beside him.

You must know that even the Grand Elder of the Dragon Clan, the strongest in the Cultivation World, would not dare to come to the Daming Dynasty alone and be so presumptuous.

Ye Lingling glanced at him, too lazy to bother.

"Looking for death!"

Zhao Tianba was furious. His figure flashed, turning into an afterimage as he swooped down. He slapped out, and the spiritual power in his palm condensed into a huge blood-red tiger head, rushing towards Yuan Chen with a fishy wind.

Yuan Chen advanced instead of retreating. He clenched his right fist and punched out with what looked like an unremarkable blow.

"Boom!"

The fist and palm collided, exploding with a deafening roar. A shocking scene occurred—Zhao Tianba's terrifying blood-red tiger head shattered instantly. Following that, Zhao Tianba himself was struck as if by lightning, flying backwards, spitting blood, and smashing heavily into a second-floor private room of the Drunken Immortal House, creating a large hole in the hard wall.

The scene was dead silent.

One punch, just one punch, to severely injure a royal envoy?

"This... how is this possible?" The remaining two envoys' pupils shook violently.

At this time, the envoy still being stepped on by Yuan Chen was staring with rage and couldn't help but curse loudly: "Are you idiots? Can't you see I'm being stepped on and can't move? He is very strong!"

"Crunch!"

With a crisp sound, Yuan Chen directly crushed the other person's head with his foot: "Noisy!"

Shi Jin was so excited his blood boiled, clenching his fists: "Too brutal! Too, too, too strong!"

Then he looked at his son: "Did you see that? You must be as tough as Senior in the future and Cultivate well."

...

Deep in the imperial palace, on the Star Observation Platform behind the Golden Throne Hall.

The current Emperor Zhao Dou looked pale, staring fixedly at the distant battlefield.

"This... where did this monster come from?" Zhao Dou's voice was grave. "My imperial envoys can't even take one of his moves?"

The old eunuch beside him also said in shock: "Your, Your Majesty, this person should already be a twelfth-rank Loose Cultivator."

He had entered the palace when he was young, and his combat power was even stronger than Emperor Zhao Dou. He had seen many great things, and he still had that much discernment.

"Quick, let the Old Ancestors come out of seclusion!" Zhao Dou roared.

"The Old Ancestors... most of them have gone out to contact other experts, and the remaining few are all in seclusion!" Wang En's face was also extremely ugly.

Zhao Dou turned and left: "Since the Old Ancestors cannot come out, then prepare the carriage for the Heaven Sacrificial Platform. I want to personally summon the Fortune Spirit!"

...

Yuan Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering, as if that punch had just casually swatted a fly.

In a corner where no one noticed, a phantom figure was floating in mid-air. It was the Tripod Spirit transformed by the human emperor cauldron. She was looking grave, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief.

"This guy..." the Tripod Spirit muttered to herself, her small hands clenching involuntarily, "The power contained in that punch just now actually had the ability to shatter the Void Realm? I feel like even in my prime, I wouldn't be his match."

You must know that she is the Daming Fortune Spirit, and her strength had long surpassed the limits of this world.

Logically speaking, she should have been an invincible existence, but she didn't expect someone to be able to threaten her.

"Too strong..." Shi Jin, who had been hiding behind, felt the vast aura on Yuan Chen's body and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. "With Senior's strength, I'm afraid the Zhou Tian Great Array in Shuibo couldn't withstand a single punch from him, right?"

"What about you guys? Do you still want to fight?"

Seeing that the other envoys were too scared to step forward, Yuan Chen raised his eyebrows and asked provocatively.

"Hmph, bluffing!"

One of the envoys shouted, then looked at the others beside him: "Everyone, don't be afraid. This person must have used some unknown method just now. Such a powerful method cannot be used many times. Maybe it's already exhausted. No matter how powerful, he cannot surpass a twelfth-rank Loose Cultivator. Let's attack together."

"Okay... wait, we attack together? What about you?"

"I'll cover you."

"Bullshit, if you want to attack, you go."

For a moment, the several envoys in mid-air actually started arguing directly in the air.

They were originally Elders of other Sects. After being conquered by the Daming Dynasty, they had no choice but to become Daming envoys. They had only been here for ten years or so, and they were not willing to die for the Daming Dynasty.

"Clang—!"

Just at this moment, a long bell toll suddenly came from the sky.

A vast, majestic, and sacred aura descended from the sky.

The Tripod Spirit, who was watching from the corner, shuddered. The royal family was summoning her.

Looking up, she saw a golden light soaring into the sky from the direction of the imperial palace, and a phantom of a giant wearing golden armor with a blurred face slowly appeared.

White light from all directions continued to gather here, disappearing after drifting into the giant's phantom, and the giant's phantom became more and more solid.

The Tripod Spirit was hesitant. Her main body was summoning her back, but she didn't want to fight Yuan Chen. After all, Yuan Chen was too strong; even if she went back, she couldn't solve the problem.

But after thinking about it, the Tripod Spirit still disappeared from where she was.

If she didn't go back, the Great Ming Royal Family would immediately notice the deficiency in the national Luck. When they investigated and discovered her awakening, the situation would be hard to handle.

Furthermore, the Daming Dynasty could not be defeated, as it affected her as well. She had to stop Yuan Chen. After she returned, the giant phantom could exert its full strength.

Emperor Zhao Dou stood on a distant city tower, pointing spiritedly: "Fortune Spirit! Take this villain down for me! Protect my Great Ming empire!"

The Tripod Spirit paused slightly, then quickly recovered her stiffness before anyone noticed, raised the golden giant axe in her hand, and walked towards Yuan Chen step by step.

"Yo, just in time to test how strong you are." Yuan Chen looked at the huge Fortune Spirit, his eyes filled with Battle Intent.

The Tripod Spirit, shrinking in a corner of the giant's body, shrank her head. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Yuan Chen had just glanced at her. Could he detect her location?

Forget it, fight first. Can't let the royal family discover her abnormality, just follow orders.

Biting the bullet, the golden-armored Fortune Spirit giant roared to the sky. What swirled around its body was no longer pure airflow, but the crimson Dragon Qi condensed by the Daming Dynasty.

The huge axe of heaven-opening, manifested from thousands of national Luck, swung down violently. Before the blade arrived, the overwhelming heavenly might had already caused the space within a hundred miles to emit an unbearable "creaking" moan, and the clouds in the sky were instantly ground into powder.

The surrounding audience was instantly dumbfounded, feeling as if the end of the world had arrived.

Some people couldn't even bear this pressure, collapsing to the ground and vomiting blood.

Yuan Chen stood in the Void Realm, his sleeves fluttering. Facing this world-destroying blow, he looked indifferent and flicked his fingertips.

In an instant, a towering Chaos Dharma Idol appeared behind him. The Dharma Idol formed a seal with both hands, colliding fiercely with the golden giant axe.

"Boom—!"

In the earth-shattering roar, the golden axe cracked with countless fissures, and Yuan Chen was knocked back thousands of miles.

Hiss~

Yuan Chen flew back quickly.

He had finally learned the power of the Fortune Spirit. No wonder it could protect the Daming Dynasty and become the number one power in the Eastern Wasteland. It was simply terrifyingly strong.

Perhaps even the Dragon Clan at its Peak would not dare to come to the Daming Dynasty to fight?

However, he could still fight!

The Fortune Spirit giant roared, its huge body violently crushing the Void Realm, and its fists, wrapped in rolling Dragon Qi, bombarded Yuan Chen like a storm.

Every punch that fell shook the surrounding space violently, and the ground was plowed into bottomless ravines by the fist wind.

Yuan Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. His figure turned into an elusive afterimage in the dense fist shadows, stepping on the profound footwork of "shrinking the ground to an inch," narrowly avoiding several fatal attacks.

Just as the Fortune Spirit giant's old strength was exhausted and its new strength had not yet arisen, Yuan Chen suddenly leaned in, pinched a seal with one hand, and shouted: "Lock!"

A brilliant immobilization talisman turned into a golden chain, instantly wrapping around the giant's arms.

Yuan Chen took the opportunity to point his fingers like a sword, and the Sword Qi that could pierce metal and stone burst from his fingertips, fiercely stabbing into the giant's joints.

However, this Incarnation of national Luck was far from ordinary creatures. It turned into white mist and easily escaped from the immobilization chain.

The white mist swirled, turning into countless tiny crimson poisonous snakes, opening their fangs to bite Yuan Chen.

"Small tricks." Yuan Chen snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and instantly offered an ancient Bagua immortal mirror from his palm.

My Spiritual Artifacts are more numerous than you can imagine.

The mirror's light shone brightly, shooting out a beam of pure Yang true fire, instantly burning those Dragon Qi poisonous snakes to ashes.

The poisonous snakes dissipated, and before long, they condensed into the giant's appearance again a hundred miles away.

Meanwhile, deep in the imperial palace, a loud rumbling sound came, and the palace collapsed.

The Fortune Spirit was closely connected to the imperial city. When the Fortune Spirit was injured, the imperial city, as its carrier, was the most direct manifestation.

And in a place where no one saw, somewhere in the heavenly domain, the sky was dark, the ground was cracked, the river was flowing backwards, and the explosions were incessant.

Hiss, it hurts, it hurts so much!

Inside the giant, the Tripod Spirit was grimacing in pain.

After opening her spiritual wisdom, her five senses followed. Since she was one with the Fortune Spirit, she also suffered all the injuries that the Fortune Spirit suffered.

Yuan Chen had already pressed forward, reaching out with one hand, turning into a giant hand of spiritual power covering the sky, grabbing the Fortune Spirit giant's ankle and pulling it violently.

"Boom!"

The earth shook violently. The giant that symbolized the national Luck of the Daming Dynasty was actually pulled down from the sky by Yuan Chen, smashed fiercely onto the ground, and created a bottomless giant pit.

"Pfft!"

In the distance, Emperor Zhao Dou was struck by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body went limp on the ground.

The Fortune Spirit was damaged, and his Luck was also greatly damaged.

"This... this is impossible..." Zhao Dou's eyes rolled back, almost fainting.

Yuan Chen struck while the iron was hot: "I heard that the Daming Dynasty's Fortune Spirit is invincible, that the royal family will never perish, and the Fortune Spirit will exist forever. Today, I'll see if it's true or false."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Yuan Chen didn't give the other side any chance to breathe. He was like someone wielding a tattered sack, smashing the Fortune Spirit giant into the ground again and again.

Every collision caused the earth to shake violently. The hard bluestone slabs cracked inch by inch, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly to the surroundings.

The once magnificent and solemn imperial palace turned into a messy ruin in just a few breaths. The carved beams and painted pillars turned into powder, the pavilions and towers collapsed, and the dust covered the sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.

On the distant Star Observation Platform, Emperor Zhao Dou's face was as pale as paper. He stared fixedly at the center of the destruction, his pupils reflecting the tragic sight of his own national Luck being wantonly trampled. A "clucking" sound came from his throat, as if someone was strangling him.

Zhao Dou finally squeezed out a broken voice from his extreme horror. He turned abruptly, grabbed the collar of the old eunuch Wang En beside him, and roared with red eyes, "Pass the order down! Tell all the Old Ancestors outside... don't come back!!"

"Coming back is suicide! Everyone will die!!" Zhao Dou roared hysterically, his voice full of endless despair and desolation.

By the end, this supreme ruler's legs went soft, and he slumped in the dust like a ruin, his eyes dull, his heart filled with ashes.

By the way, how did they provoke such an existence in the first place?

Inside the giant spirit, the Tripod Spirit was already scared out of her wits.

Too brutal!

She had wanted to turn into a stream of light and sneak away, but she was trapped inside the giant spirit and couldn't move.

Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, a shrill scream came from the mouth of the usually dull giant spirit.

"Daddy, stop hitting me, I was wrong, stop hitting me, Daddy."