195: Chapter 194 Profound Yin Earthly Fiend Formation

"The Wang Family and the Xuan Yin Sect are truly birds of a feather, two peas in a pod."

Chen Zilong's voice rang out.

It wasn't loud, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire Zhou Family Mansion.

Every word seemed as if it had been fished out of an ice cellar, carrying a bone-chilling coldness. "As expected, beasts love doing beastly things; a dog can't change from eating its own filth."

In the air, Elder Extreme Yin's grayish-white pupils turned to look at Chen Zilong, his voice dry and flat:

"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. Methods are merely the process."

"Heh,"

Chen Zilong curled his lips, revealing a sneer that was cold to the extreme. "This humble Chen is truly 'flattered'."

"To capture a nobody like me, you actually mobilized the three 'heaven and earth limitless' elders of the Xuan Yin Sect and the Wang Family Ancestor together, even setting up such a grand display and taking innocents hostage..."

"This pomp, this 'importance'—This humble Chen is afraid I cannot afford such treatment."

A fake smile appeared on Elder Wu Yin's fair face, his tone gentle yet carrying an unquestionable pressure:

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you overstate the matter."

"Holding the Zhou Family hostage was truly a last resort, done only to invite Fellow Daoist to appear for a chat."

"Rest assured, as long as Fellow Daoist surrenders without a fight, we guarantee that we will not harm a single life in the Zhou Family."

"Surrender without a fight?"

Chen Zilong looked as if he had heard some huge joke.

He grasped at the air with his right hand, and the Silver Battle Spear stuck in the ground let out a clear, humming sound, automatically flying back into his hand.

He gripped the battle spear and pointed it diagonally toward the ground, thunder light dancing at the tip. "If you want to fight, then fight. Why involve the innocent?"

"If your Xuan Yin Sect and the Wang Family still have any shred of decency left, then come at me alone."

"Quite the courage."

Elder Earth Yin's withered body leaned forward slightly, the green light in his eyes flaring up, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. "Unfortunately, courage cannot save your life."

"Offending my Xuan Yin Sect leads to only one outcome—eternal suppression and the complete destruction of your soul!"

Before his voice had even faded, his entire body suddenly shuddered!

A surge of Spirit Transformation Realm mid-stage pressure, far more violent and sinister than before, was released without reservation like a bursting flood!

Within that pressure, it was filled with bloodthirst, baleful aura, and endless resentment, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

At the same time, the auras of Wang Lin, No Yin, and Extreme Yin also surged simultaneously!

Wang Lin was at the mid-stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, No Yin was at the peak of the mid-stage Spirit Transformation Realm, and Extreme Yin's aura was even more obscure and profound, faintly touching the Spirit Transformation Realm late-stage!

The pressure of four Spirit Transformation Realm powerhouses stacked together, like four invisible mountains, crashed down upon Chen Zilong!

The dark clouds in the sky were stirred by this momentum, rolling violently!

The Wang Family and Xuan Yin Sect disciples below, even with the protection of the formation, were forced back repeatedly by this terrifying combined pressure, their faces turning pale. Those with lower cultivation even collapsed directly to the ground.

Chen Zilong stood at the center of the pressure, his clothes fluttering loudly.

But his figure was as steady as a rock; he didn't even knit his brows.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the four old faces in the air—some hideous, some indifferent, some calculating.

There wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes, only a kind of disdain that was almost like looking down from above.

"Spirit Transformation Realm mid-stage? Spirit Transformation Realm late-stage?"

He sneered, his voice full of mockery. "With just this level of cultivation, you want to suppress me?"

"You old fogies, did you damage your brains during seclusion, or have you not woken up from a dream and are talking in your sleep here?"

"Arrogant junior!"

Wang Lin was so infuriated by these words that smoke almost came out of his ears. His newly grown arm was trembling as he pointed at Chen Zilong and roared, "I have lived for over a thousand years, and I have never seen a junior as arrogant as you!"

"That's because your experience is shallow, like a frog at the bottom of a well."

Chen Zilong shot back without hesitation, his tone as flat as if he were stating a fact. "Now, you've seen one."

"Sharp-tongued!"

Wang Lin laughed out of extreme anger. "I'll see if that mouth of yours can still be so tough after I knock out every single tooth from it one by one!"

Elder Extreme Yin, who had been silent, finally spoke again. His voice was still flat, but it carried an unquestionable decisiveness:

"All disciples, hear my command—"

His gaze swept across the Wang Family and Xuan Yin Sect cultivators below, his voice suddenly turning harsh:

"Form—the Xuan Yin Earthly Fiend Formation!"

"We respectfully obey the Elder's decree!"

Nearly three hundred cultivators below shouted in unison, their voices shaking the surroundings!

Immediately after, these cultivators moved rapidly according to some profound positions.

Those in the Foundation Establishment Realm were at the outermost layer, those in the Golden Core Realm were in the middle, and those in the Nascent Soul Realm were in the inner circle.

Everyone simultaneously performed hand seals, chanting incantations. Streams of pure Xuan Yin fiendish qi of various colors rose from their bodies!

Some of this fiendish qi was as black as ink, some as gray-white as mist, and some as dark red as blood. Carrying a bone-chilling cold and filthy aura, it was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, frantically converging toward the area where Chen Zilong and the four Spirit Transformation Realm experts were in the air!

In the blink of an eye, a massive, translucent gray-black barrier covering nearly a thousand feet in radius, like an inverted giant bowl, completely enveloped the sky above the Zhou Family Mansion!

On the barrier walls, countless twisted and eerie runes flowed and flickered rapidly like living things, emitting heart-palpitating law fluctuations and sealing power.

Inside the barrier, the light dimmed abruptly and the temperature plummeted, as if one had instantly fallen from the mortal world into the Nine Serenities Ghost Realm!

Chen Zilong, standing at the center of the barrier, frowned almost imperceptibly.

He could feel that this barrier not only sealed the space and isolated the inside from the outside but was also frantically extracting and gathering the fiendish qi from the cultivators below, as well as...

Some kind of cold earth vein power from deep within this land!

And the scene that happened next made his pupils contract suddenly!

Within the barrier, the massive fiendish qi that had gathered did not attack him. Instead, it was like four giant gray pythons, surging toward Wang Lin, Earth Yin, No Yin, and Extreme Yin!

The four opened their arms, accepting the influx of fiendish qi into their bodies without resistance.

Their auras began to surge frantically at a speed visible to the naked eye!

A bloody light soared from Wang Lin's body, and his aura instantly broke through the Spirit Transformation Realm mid-stage bottleneck, reaching the Spirit Transformation Realm late-stage and still climbing!

Green flames blazed around Earth Yin, his withered body expanding as if being inflated, and his aura likewise broke through to the Spirit Transformation Realm late-stage!

Eerie gray-black patterns appeared on No Yin's fair face, his aura becoming erratic, yet he also reached the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm late-stage!

And Extreme Yin...

His gray robes billowed, and his gray hair danced wildly. His originally obscure and profound aura seemed to have unlocked some kind of seal, erupting with a bang!

Spirit Transformation Realm late-stage...

Spirit Transformation Realm late-stage peak...

Half-step Integration Stage!

Finally, the auras of the four actually stabilized at—

Spirit Transformation Realm late-stage Great Perfection!

Half-step Integration Stage!

Four half-step Integration Stage experts!

With the help of the fiendish qi and earth vein power gathered by this "Xuan Yin Earthly Fiend Formation," they had actually forcibly raised their cultivation to such a terrifying level in a short time!

Although this increase would certainly have a time limit and endless future consequences, at this moment, this power was real!

Inside the barrier, the fiendish qi surged, and ghosts howled.

The terrifying pressures of the four half-step Integration Stage experts intertwined, like a physical swamp, firmly locking onto Chen Zilong.

The space seemed to have solidified, and even breathing became incredibly difficult.

Feeling the terrifying power surging and almost exploding within him, a hideous and gratified smile appeared on Wang Lin's face.

He pointed at Chen Zilong, who was surrounded in the middle, his voice somewhat distorted due to the surge in power:

"Hahaha! Chen Zilong! Can you feel it?"

"This is true power!"

"Today next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

"I will grind your bones to ashes and use your soul as a lamp wick to offer as a sacrifice to my grandson's spirit in heaven!"

Bloodthirsty cold light also erupted from the eyes of Earth Yin and No Yin.

Although Extreme Yin remained expressionless, the killing intent in those grayish-white eyes had already condensed into substance.

Facing four half-step Integration Stage powerhouses with overwhelming auras like descending demon gods, Chen Zilong slowly exhaled a breath of turbid qi.

That breath turned into white mist within the cold barrier.

The anger and mockery on his face slowly receded, replaced by an extreme calmness and...

A trace of excitement belonging to battle instinct that even he himself hadn't noticed.

He tightened his grip on the Thunder Spear in his hand, and the thunder patterns on his Azure Armor quietly lit up, emitting a faint "crackling" sound.

Inside his body, the three true arts—the Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Canon, the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, and the Vajra Demon Subduing Scripture—began to circulate and fuse at an unprecedented speed.

He looked up, his gaze calmly meeting those four killing-intent-filled stares. The corners of his mouth actually curled into a faint, almost provocative arc:

"Whether it's a mule or a horse..."

He paused, his voice suddenly turning sharp, like a clap of thunder:

"Bring it out and show me what you've got!"

Before his voice had even faded, thunder light erupted from all over his body!

It was as if a purple sun had been ignited within the Nine Serenities Ghost Realm!

The great battle was on the verge of breaking out!