112: Chapter 112 Taking the whole pot away, infuriating the Nascent Soul stage monster!

"Boom!"

Golden Light's Flying Sword and Blood Fiend's bone staff clashed hard in mid-air.

Shockwaves rolled out.

Tang Xun shrank back behind the wide stone skirt of the Goddess Houtu; if he had a handful of melon seeds in his hand, he would be the quintessential bystander watching the show.

"Tsk, this is the Nascent Soul Stage?"

"Even demolition squads aren't as efficient as them."

While commenting, he pressed Liu Ruyan's head back down as she tried to peek out.

"Don't move, it's easy to get your head sliced off by stray projectiles."

The situation on the field changed in an instant.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

One of Golden Light's Flying Swords was deflected by Blood Fiend's blood mist and, as luck would have it, knocked against that heart of the world.

The world went quiet.

Immediately after.

An indescribable feeling of rage erupted from within the twelve statues.

"Hum—"

The air began to vibrate; it was the precursor to a high-frequency energy eruption.

Twelve phantom images rose from the tops of the statues without warning.

They had no physical form, formed entirely from pure power of rules; they were colorful and as dazzling as neon lights, yet they exuded a killing intent that filled one with despair.

The Zhurong phantom, the one playing with fire, opened its mouth and spat out a glob of phlegm—no, that's not right, it was a stream of purple Heavenly Fire.

It headed straight for Blood Fiend, who was the closest.

"Damn it! These are Guardian Spirits!"

Blood Fiend let out a strange cry, too busy to bicker with that old man Golden Light, and slammed his bone staff into the ground, transforming it into a blood-colored bone shield.

"Sizzle."

In front of the Heavenly Fire, the bone shield was like paper, instantly vaporizing.

Blood Fiend rolled eighteen times on the ground in a sorry state, his already tattered dharma robe burned away by more than half, revealing the shriveled, rib-like frame underneath.

On the other side, Golden Light was not having an easy time either.

The Rushou phantom, holding an axe, raised its hand and unleashed a horizontal sweep.

The golden, sharp Qi sliced black lines into space, forcing this leader of the Righteous Path to bring out his life-saving natal jade tablet just to barely block the strike.

"This isn't a battle at all; this is a clear-out."

Tang Xun watched those twelve furious grandmasters, his eyelids twitching.

Even if these phantoms only had one-ten-thousandth of their original strength, they still possessed the foundation of the Mahayana Stage.

They had no intelligence, only the purest instinct for slaughter—to eliminate any living thing that approached the heart of the world.

"Run!"

Tang Xun let out a low shout and pulled Liu Ruyan toward the side.

A bolt of cyan Wood Divine Lightning struck the stone wall, grazing his heels.

That was the work of the Jumang phantom.

These guys were attacking indiscriminately; as long as it was breathing, it was on the cleanup list.

"Really lacking in martial virtue."

Tang Xun cursed, pulled Liu Ruyan behind him, his right arm muscles bulging as he braced himself against a piece of flying debris.

"Bang."

His arm went numb.

"We can't stay in this place!"

Liu Ruyan's face was pale; those few Core Formation Cultivator who hadn't managed to hide were already torn to shreds.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams rose one after another.

"Wealth is sought in danger; running out now means death anyway, so it's better to stir the water even more."

He sized up the situation on the field.

Although Golden Light and Blood Fiend were in a sorry state, they were, after all, Nascent Soul Old Monsters with endless trump cards; they actually managed to withstand the first wave of attacks.

This gave Tang Xun room to operate.

"Old Ancestor! Help me!"

Tang Xun suddenly started howling at the top of his lungs, his voice shrill like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

But his running route was very deliberate.

He didn't run into open spaces; he specifically dove into the blind spots of Golden Light's attacks.

This resulted in the Thunder God phantom chasing him, which took the opportunity to pour a barrage of thunder onto Golden Light's protective Golden Light.

"You bastard! Get lost!"

Golden Light was so angry he spat blood.

This ant not only didn't help, but he was actually luring the monsters! Just as he wanted to slap this annoying guy to death, the Thunder God phantom's hammer was already above his head.

He was forced to defend.

Taking advantage of this opening, Tang Xun slipped to the other side like a loach.

"Blood Fiend Old Ancestor! This heart of the world is about to explode! Quickly use your Blood Demon Technique to suppress it!"

Tang Xun shouted again, pointing at the heart of the world, which was trembling violently, and spouting nonsense.

Blood Fiend was already burned and battered; hearing this, he subconsciously looked toward the heart of the world.

With this momentary distraction, the Gonggong phantom, the one playing with water, slapped him directly.

Black heavy water descended like Mount Tai.

"Pfft!"

Blood Fiend spat out a mouthful of blood and was slapped into the ground, unable to be pried out.

"Is your mouth blessed or something?"

Liu Ruyan, being dragged by Tang Xun through the hail of bullets, looked at those two unlucky Nascent Soul Old Monsters, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Tang Xun grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Since nobody is having a good time, let those two tall ones take the heat first."

The scene had turned into a complete mess.

Those twelve phantoms seemed to be enraged by these two tenacious "bugs," and their attack frequency became faster and faster.

Spiritual energy storms of various attributes raged within the hall.

Just at this moment, the gray mist on the heart of the world became restless too.

They seemed to have sensed the crisis of their host, or were stimulated by the overwhelming energy fluctuations.

Those gray tentacles that were originally tightly gripping the heart of the world actually detached themselves, transforming into countless hideous flesh whips, whipping toward the phantoms in the air.

The original police-and-thief movie instantly turned into Resident Evil.

The Guardian Spirits were fighting the invaders, the gray mist monsters were fighting the Guardian Spirits, and they would also take a swipe or two at any passing Cultivators.

A three-way melee.

It was chaos.

Complete chaos.

"Now is the time."

Tang Xun, who had been squinting, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The highest level of fishing in troubled waters is to stir the water into mud, making everyone blind.

At this moment, Golden Light was besieged by three phantoms, his hair disheveled, looking like a madman.

Blood Fiend was engaged in hand-to-hand combat with a cluster of gray mist tentacles, his bone staff corroded until it was pitted and scarred.

No one cared about the heart of the world.

Except for Tang Xun.

He no longer suppressed the Savage God blood Qi within his body.

In that chaotic storm of spiritual energy, an aura that was of the same origin, yet greedier and more overbearing, quietly bloomed.

The Savage God Dragon Transformation Art operated at full power.

A layer of fine, dark golden scales appeared on his skin, and he looked like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

He did not rush toward the heart of the world.

Instead, he rushed toward the base of the altar.

"Since I can't take the heart of the world, I'll just take the whole pot."

Tang Xun's train of thought was always so peculiar.

He slammed his hands into the crevices of the obsidian at the base of the altar.

"Rise!"

He let out a violent shout.

His muscles were tensed to the limit, his veins bulging like earthworms.

That massive altar, which connected to the earth veins and carried the heart of the world, actually let out a groan of unbearable weight.

"Crack."

The earth shook and the mountains swayed.

The two Nascent Soul True Lords, who were fighting to the death, stopped simultaneously and looked over here in horror.

They saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

That once timid, cowardly, down-and-out middle-aged Cultivator was now carrying the ten-thousand-catty altar on his shoulder, flashing them an extremely brilliant smile.

"You two Old Ancestors take your time playing; this Junior will take his leave first!"