222: Chapter 222 utterly vulnerable

The moment the Zhou Tian Great Array fully closed, the sky over the entire Daming Dynasty seemed to be forcibly torn apart by an invisible giant hand, transforming into a battlefield of Chaos.

Inside the great array, the sun and moon lost their light, and only the violent Spiritual Qi surged like raging waves, with every inch of space bearing unimaginable, terrifying pressure.

"Everyone! The great array is complete, this beast cannot escape! Join me in attacking and suppress him to death!"

Old Ancestor Patriarch Zhao Kuo's hair and beard stood on end as the terrifying Aura of his Twelfth Tribulation Loose Immortal cultivation erupted without reservation. He gripped the "Purple Heaven Thunder Punishment Sword," a blade entirely wreathed in purple lightning; wherever the sword tip pointed, the Void Realm shattered, and countless fine black spatial cracks spread out like a spiderweb.

"Kill!!"

Following Patriarch Zhao Kuo's order, the dozens of accompanying royal Loose Immortals roared in unison. These experts, all at least Second Tribulation Loose Immortals, no longer held anything back, each summoning their trump card Magic Treasures and Cultivation Techniques.

A royal Elder clad in crimson battle armor initiated the attack. He rapidly formed hand seals and shouted sternly, "Red Earth for a Thousand Miles!"

In an instant, towering flames ignited around him, and a hundred-foot-tall flame avatar condensed behind him, opening its mouth to spew a crimson torrent capable of melting gold and iron, surging straight toward Yuan Chen.

Another cold-looking old man holding a white bone spear followed closely behind. With a ferocious expression, he swung his spear, raising a chorus of ghosts wailing and wolves howling, "Ten Thousand Souls Devour the Heart!"

The tip of the white bone spear erupted with billions of eerie green ghost Qi, transforming into countless ferocious ghosts and vengeful spirits that lunged at Yuan Chen, claws bared, attempting to erode his Divine Soul.

Others even summoned ancient Legacy Spirit Treasures like the "Heaven-Turning Seal" and "Primordial Golden Dipper." Each Magic Treasure radiated world-destroying fluctuations, carrying an oppressive might that locked onto Yuan Chen from all directions.

The Daming Dynasty still possessed some foundation.

Facing this overwhelming, terrifying offensive capable of instantly flattening a mountain range, Yuan Chen's expression remained calm and unruffled.

He slowly lifted his eyelids, a faint trace of mockery flashing in his eyes, "Flashy and gaudy, noisy."

Before his words had even faded, Yuan Chen flicked his tail.

"Annihilate!"

A seemingly unremarkable cyan light burst forth.

All sound between heaven and earth seemed to be stripped away. It lacked earth-shattering momentum, yet it carried an absolute sharpness capable of severing Karma and destroying all techniques.

"Boom——!!!"

The crimson Elder's Heaven-Burning avatar was like paper; it was instantly severed at the waist. Without even emitting a scream, he was ground into a mist of blood by the tail's twisting force.

Immediately after, the tail, its momentum undiminished, pierced straight through the old man holding the white bone spear, along with several Loose Immortals behind him, instantly blasting them into dust filling the sky!

With just a single strike, several powerful Loose Immortals were reduced to ashes!

"This... How is this possible?!"

This scene completely stunned everyone present. Those royal experts who had originally been so aggressive now felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet to their scalps, their hands trembling violently as they gripped their Magic Treasures.

"Evil beast! Do not be so arrogant!"

Patriarch Zhao Kuo's eyes were splitting with rage; he had not expected Yuan Chen's strength to be this terrifying.

He roared, and the Purple Heaven Thunder Punishment Sword in his hand erupted with blinding lightning. He transformed into a bolt of purple thunder, fiercely blocking the path of the sword light.

"Thunder Emperor Avatar, activate!"

Behind Patriarch Zhao Kuo, a giant phantom wreathed in billions of lightning bolts soared into the sky, gripping a giant sword with both hands and hacking fiercely at the cyan sword light.

At the same time, two other royal Old Ancestors, also Eleventh Tribulation Loose Immortals, desperately launched their attacks. One summoned a "Xuanyuan Water-Controlling Flag," transforming into towering black water in an attempt to wash away the Sword Intent; the other summoned a "Nine-Turn Exquisite Pagoda," suppressing downwards.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three immensely powerful forces collided fiercely in mid-air, and the resulting shockwave instantly shattered the surrounding space into pieces.

"A bit interesting, barely able to take one move from me." Yuan Chen shook his body lightly, as if he had just casually swatted a few flies, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the remaining shivering royal experts.

His Dragon claws flashed with a few afterimages in mid-air, and all attacks were rendered null and void.

"However, no matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants."

"What are you still standing there for! All together now!" Patriarch Zhao Kuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and roared madly.

If Yuan Chen is not destroyed today, the entire Imperial Dynasty will be annihilated.

If I had known Yuan Chen would be this strong, I wouldn't have come back just now.

"Great Sun Tathagata Palm!"

"Profound Ice Annihilation Finger!"

"Heaven-Splitting Blade Qi!"

All sorts of Immortal techniques and Magic Treasures were hurled at Yuan Chen as if they were worthless. However, Yuan Chen merely smiled contemptuously, his figure flickering, and he vanished from the spot.

"I am above."

A cold voice rang out abruptly above everyone's heads. Everyone looked up in terror to see that Yuan Chen was already hovering high in the sky. With one hand grasping the void, a ten-thousand-foot giant sword formed from pure Spiritual Qi slowly took shape.

"Meeting is fate, so I will give you a welcome gift!"

As Yuan Chen's palm descended, the ten-thousand-foot giant sword instantly disintegrated, transforming into billions of tiny sword lights that poured down like a meteor shower. Each sword light contained a terrifying Sword Intent capable of piercing the defenses of a Loose Immortal, precisely locking onto every royal expert present.

"No——!!"

"Ah! My Magic Treasure! My arm!"

Screams rose one after another. Those Second and Third Tribulation Loose Immortal experts were as fragile as thin paper before this sky-filling rain of swords. Their protective Spiritual Qi shattered instantly, their Magic Treasures were twisted into scrap metal, and their Physical Bodies were torn to shreds by the Sword Qi.

For a moment, it rained blood from the sky.

Severed limbs and broken fragments of Magic Treasures fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot. The once imposing royal coalition army had lost more than half of its members in just a few short breaths!

"Yuan Chen! You are going too far!"

Watching his clansmen fall one by one around him, Patriarch Zhao Kuo's eyes turned crimson, and he was nearly driven mad. He burned his own essence blood, and his Aura surged instantly, forcibly breaking through to the critical point of a Thirteenth Tribulation Loose Immortal!

"I will fight you to the death! Forbidden Technique: Heaven and Earth Co-Longevity!"

Patriarch Zhao Kuo transformed into a dazzling purple lightning ball, carrying an Aura of total destruction, and crashed recklessly toward Yuan Chen. The other two surviving Old Ancestors gritted their teeth and followed, attempting to perish together with Yuan Chen by self-destructing.

Facing the three people fighting for their lives, a trace of impatience flashed in Yuan Chen's eyes. He slowly extended a finger, a black and white light point condensing at his fingertip.

"Yin and Yang Grinding Wheel, crush."

The light point expanded in the wind, transforming into a massive black and white grinding wheel, slowly rotating as it met Patriarch Zhao Kuo and the others.

"Crack——"

There was no suspense. The seemingly slow grinding wheel, the moment it made contact with the three, erupted with an unrivaled crushing force. Patriarch Zhao Kuo's terrifying strike after burning his essence blood was like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly swallowed by the grinding wheel.

Immediately after, the three were sent flying hundreds of meters like tattered rags.

"No... Impossible..."

Patriarch Zhao Kuo's voice came from the wind, filled with unwillingness.

"Cackle."

Yuan Chen's Dragon eyes widened, his massive body twisting in the air, "One is not enough, then bring two more."

As he spoke, an Immortal Artifact with a terrifying Aura appeared in each of his Dragon claws.

Just like the Yin and Yang Grinding Wheel, these were rewards given by the System after his strength increased, Medium Grade Immortal Artifacts!

Perhaps only Yuan Chen possessed such items in the entire Cultivation World.

Patriarch Zhao Kuo had just crawled up from the ground; watching the Immortal Artifacts in Yuan Chen's hands, his pupils constricted.

The next second, he screamed at the Fortune Spirit watching the battle between the two sides quietly in the distance, "Yunling Guard, are you going to watch the Daming Dynasty be annihilated just like that? I don't care if you have gained sentience or not; if Daming is destroyed, you won't survive either. If you don't act now, when will you?!"