144: Fourth Generation: Overlord (40)

Wusut's gaze swept over the battle-ready Wang Zhengqing and the Great Shang army behind him, who were elite but lacked top-tier combat power. He then glanced at the remnants of the Shen Family desperately trying to converge with him, a look of composure mixed with contempt and absolute control appearing on his face.

"Wang Zhengqing," Wusut's voice boomed like a giant bell, "This commander's patience is limited. I will give you one last chance—take your people and leave immediately! Otherwise, do not blame this commander for being ruthless with my blade!"

He was not making empty threats. Relying on the strength of himself and the Wolf King, both at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, he was confident he could quickly defeat or even kill the lone Wang Zhengqing.

However, Wang Zhengqing's eyes were cold, his mind having already calculated everything clearly.

He had set out a full day ahead of Xu Yuan's main force, traveling light and fast, which was the only reason he had managed to catch up to the Shen Family.

Xu Yuan's main force must be on their way by now; he did not need to win, he only needed to stall!

"General Wusut," Wang Zhengqing's voice was as steady as an abyss, carrying a firmness rooted in the earth, "Your Majesty has strictly ordered that traitors must be executed. If you want to take people away, you will have to step over this old man's corpse!"

Before the words even faded, he stopped passively confronting them and actually struck first!

But he did not launch a fierce attack. Instead, he formed seals with both hands, and surging Green-Wood Qi poured out like a tidal wave, transforming into a massive, incredibly solid cyan light barrier that firmly protected himself and the airspace behind him. Furthermore, he split off countless tough tentacles of spiritual power, attempting to entangle and obstruct the approaching Shen Family spirit boat!

Azurewood Town Yuan Wall! Combined with the Divine Ability of entanglement and imprisonment!

Wang Zhengqing positioned himself as the sturdiest shield, an insurmountable barrier!

He did not seek to kill the enemy; he only sought to block the path!

"You seek death!" Seeing this, Wusut roared angrily and launched an attack simultaneously with the Wolf King beside him!

The blood-colored scimitar slashed out a heaven-shaking blade light, striking the cyan light barrier fiercely and emitting a deafening roar!

The light barrier fluctuated violently, spiritual light flashing chaotically, but it stubbornly refused to shatter.

The Wolf King transformed into a gray bolt of lightning, its sharp claws tearing and its Demonic Qi impacting, attempting to break through from the side. However, the light barrier possessed extreme resilience, and with Wang Zhengqing constantly mobilizing spiritual power to repair and reinforce it, it could not be broken for the moment.

Wang Zhengqing's complexion turned slightly pale. Enduring the fierce attacks of two opponents of the same rank simultaneously put him under immense pressure, but he gritted his teeth, pouring his life's cultivation into his defense, his figure standing as immovable as an ancient pine rooted in the Void Realm!

His strategy was simple—wear them down! Grind them down!

For a time, the situation fell into an eerie stalemate.

Wusut and the Wolf King's attacks were like a storm, but they could not do anything to Wang Zhengqing's sturdy shield for the time being.

Time ticked away bit by bit.

Wusut's initial composure and contempt gradually vanished, and he began to frown.

He realized he had underestimated this Wang Family Elder who usually kept a low profile.

The opponent did not engage him in a direct confrontation at all, only focusing on defense and obstruction; he was slippery and maddeningly resilient!

"How is this old guy so troublesome!" Wusut cursed inwardly, his offensive growing increasingly fierce.

He had originally intended to quickly defeat Wang Zhengqing and leave with the Shen Family members, but he hadn't expected to be dragged down here by this one man.

Every extra breath of delay increased the risk of the Great Shang main force arriving!

Watching the Shen Family spirit boat, whose speed had been greatly reduced by Wang Zhengqing's stubborn obstruction and which was unable to fully converge, and feeling Wang Zhengqing's defense, which was like sticky taffy that could neither be shaken off nor broken, a sense of anxiety and ruthlessness rose in Wusut's heart.

"I cannot drag this out any longer!" A fierce glint surged in Wusut's eyes, and killing intent spread like a physical substance, "This old guy is determined to stall; he must be waiting for reinforcements! I must deal with him first!"

He had originally only come for the Shen Family's resources and Legacy of Artifact Refining, and did not want to fight to the death with a veteran Late Foundation Establishment Stage expert like Wang Zhengqing, needlessly increasing the risk.

But at this moment, Wang Zhengqing's slippery and incredibly resilient defense made him realize that if he didn't quickly eliminate this biggest obstacle, not only would he be unable to take away the Shen Family, the fat meat already in his mouth, but he might even be dragged down here himself and fall into danger!

"Wolf King! Attack with full force, kill him first!"

Wusut let out a roar like a wolf's howl, blood-colored light soaring into the sky around him. The blood-colored scimitar in his hand hummed and trembled, and a terrifying blade light, condensing his life's killing will, was taking shape!

The Late Foundation Establishment Stage Wolf King also sensed its master's resolute killing intent and howled at the sky. Massive Demonic Qi gathered in front of its blood-dripping maw into a destructive, gloomy ball of light, locking onto Wang Zhengqing!

Wang Zhengqing's expression was unprecedentedly grave as he pushed the Azurewood Town Yuan Wall to its limit, preparing to withstand this life-or-death blow head-on!

Just at this critical moment—

"Hum—!"

An indescribable, terrifying Spiritual Pressure, carrying a magnificent imperial might and the feeling that it could suppress everything, poured down like the galaxy of the Nine Heavens, or as if the entire firmament were collapsing, suddenly enveloping the entire battlefield!

This Spiritual Pressure was so vast, so majestic, far exceeding the scope of the Foundation Establishment level, carrying a suppression of status that transcended all living beings!

Time seemed to have been forcibly pressed with a pause button at this moment.

Wusut's blood-colored blade light, about to be slashed out, seemed to be frozen in amber, stalled in mid-air, the blood-colored light on it dimming slightly.

The destructive, gloomy ball of light in the Wolf King's mouth fluctuated violently, as if it had been subjected to some form of invisible suppression, actually showing signs of dissipating. For the first time, its fierce, dark green wolf eyes revealed a fear originating from the instinct of life—a fear of a higher-level existence!

The pressure around Wang Zhengqing eased, but he did not relax, still staring fixedly at the man and wolf before him.

And the wild joy on the faces of all the Shen Family members froze completely, turning into boundless horror and despair, as if their throats were being strangled by an invisible hand.

A calm voice, yet one that seemed to resound directly in the depths of every living creature's Soul, slowly drifted over:

"Are my people someone you can touch?"

The voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable, absolute will, as if words became law, settling the world!

Wusut suddenly looked up, following the sound, his pupils shrinking abruptly!

He saw that in the distant sky, the clouds parted to both sides like subjects, and a spirit boat, as massive as a mountain and flowing with noble purple radiance, tore through the air at a speed that defied common sense, quietly hovering above the battlefield and casting a huge shadow.

On the bow of the ship, a figure in dark armor and a cloak stood with hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine.

The person had a young face, even carrying a hint of refinement, but his eyes were as deep as the eternal starry sky, coldly overlooking the scene below like a monarch in charge of a region inspecting his own kingdom.

It was none other than the new monarch of Great Shang—Wang Yuan!

Wusut's eyes instantly narrowed into two dangerous slits, alarm bells ringing loudly in his heart!

He stared fixedly at the young figure on the bow, trying to see through his background.

"Is this that Wang Yuan? The young Shang King who is said to have ascended to the throne relying only on the power of the Wang Family?"

Various pieces of intelligence and thoughts of contempt flashed through Wusut's mind instantly.

Before this, most of his understanding of Xu Yuan came from rumors and intelligence analysis, and deep down, he hadn't attached much importance to him, believing him to be mostly a Puppet or a lucky person pushed out by the Wang Family, with the true pillars still being veteran powerhouses like Wang Qingshan and Wang Zhengqing.

But at this moment, seeing it with his own eyes and personally feeling that magnificent imperial might and terrifying Spiritual Pressure—which pressed upon his heart like a physical substance and made even him, a battle-hardened Late Foundation Establishment Stage expert, feel palpitations...

He realized he was wrong, absurdly so!

This was definitely not the Aura that a Puppet relying on the shadow of his Family should have!

The quality and quantity of this Spiritual Pressure, although it felt like it was still at the Foundation Establishment level, contained a status and majesty that faintly made even him feel a trace of suppression!

"Something is wrong... very wrong!"

The contempt in Wusut's heart vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely intense sense of crisis!

This sense of crisis was even stronger than when he faced Wang Zhengqing!