Chapter 805

Chapter 805: Night Battle in All Directions (Part 2)

“Die!”

Despite his intense fear, the honor and courage of a swordsman forbade the blue-clad swordsman from retreating.

A brilliant Blade-like Gleam suddenly filled his eyes as he thrust his long sword towards Wang Chen, merging his body with the weapon, unleashing an unstoppable, fierce momentum.

With the unity of body and sword, he was invincible!

In an instant, the blue-clad swordsman dashed in front of Wang Chen, the tip of his long sword just three inches away from Wang Chen’s forehead.

However, those three inches could advance no further.

Wang Chen had caught the long sword with his right hand, pinching it firmly between his index and middle fingers.

The blue-clad swordsman was shocked to reveal himself, and he immediately exerted force to twist his wrist, trying to crush Wang Chen’s fingers.

Crack!

Wang Chen snapped off a section of the sword tip and flicked it away with a deft motion.

“Ah!”

A shrill scream suddenly rang out as the blue-clad swordsman retreated, a blood hole appearing in his right shoulder.

His arm drooped weakly, unable to even hold onto the broken sword.

In fact, unless he could obtain a spirit pill, his arm would be completely useless because the bones in his shoulder had shattered!

Earlier he demanded Wang Chen to spare a limb, but that very fate now befell him!

With his right arm incapacitated, the blue-clad swordsman was terrified to the extreme, his divine intent and will collapsing. He had lost all courage to continue fighting Wang Chen, scrambling down the stairs in panic.

Wang Chen shook his head.

With his current cultivation level, no ordinary martial artist could compete.

Elder Yao remarked, “You’re rather boring.”

Wang Chen replied with a smile, “If I don’t do boring things, how can I make the most of my limited life?”

Elder Yao was left speechless.

Wang Chen stood up and tossed a few purple coins to the pipa player, who was huddled in the corner.

“You played well. Come again next time if you have the chance.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chen leaped from the building and shouted into the air, “I am here; who dares to fight?”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Powerful crossbow arrows sliced through the air, all aimed at his vital points.

Wang Chen waved his hand, and all the incoming arrows were deflected by an invisible force, with many shooting back towards their origin.

Suddenly, screams erupted all around!

Wang Chen landed on the top of the red tower, standing on the dark green tiles, surveying his surroundings with bare hands.

Strong powerful auras approached him rapidly.

In the next moment, four innate martial artists appeared simultaneously in the southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest directions, their powerful auras merging together, sealing off the space around him.

A dignified elder spoke with a deep voice, “I am…”

Wang Chen was too lazy to listen to the other’s nonsense and sent out a palm strike from a distance.

The dignified elder’s expression changed drastically as he hurriedly raised both palms to protect himself.

Wang Chen’s strike appeared casual, light, and seemingly without force, but the elder felt an overwhelming threat directed at him.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the innate strong fighter was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, blood gushing from his mouth.

At the same time, a bright blade slashed through the air towards Wang Chen’s back.

Another innate martial artist had made his move!

Wang Chen abruptly turned and reached out, grasping the long knife that was swung at him with an open hand.

The innate knife-wielder felt an irresistible force surge through him, instantly forcing his hand away from the knife.

He staggered backward, losing his weapon in the process.

Wang Chen took the knife in his hand and suddenly slashed to the left.

The blade shimmered as it instantly struck the long sword thrusting towards him.

Clang!

As the knife and sword clashed, the innate swordsman felt as though struck by lightning.

The sword broke, and he was wounded, retreating while spitting blood!

At that moment, Wang Chen faced the fourth innate martial artist with calm composure.

The fourth martial artist’s face turned extremely grim, veins bulging in his grip on his weapon, clearly battling intense emotions.

He gritted his teeth and asked, “May I ask your esteemed name?”

“Does it matter?”

Wang Chen shook his head, “Those who stand in my way die!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the innate martial artist turned and fled, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The other three injured innate martial artists followed suit, scattering in escape and daring not to confront Wang Chen any longer.

They understood very well that Wang Chen’s level of strength far surpassed theirs.

Cultivators—only those who had entered the extraordinary state and walked the path of cultivation possessed such capabilities!

Wang Chen hadn’t even gotten serious, and they had already lost. Continuing the fight would only lead to their own destruction!

No one believed Wang Chen was the kind-hearted type!

As the four innate martial artists retreated, a white-robed man appeared atop the building.

The newcomer had his hair tied in a Daoist bun, his robe billowing, and held a pure white whisk, exuding an extraordinary and transcendent aura.

“A cultivator?”

Wang Chen was slightly surprised, “Fellow traveler, why are you being compelled by others?”

The white-robed man paused, a hint of embarrassment and anger flickering across his face, but he quickly regained his composure: “Fellow traveler, do you know how many people are watching Elder Yao’s treasure? That does not belong to you; do not say I didn’t warn you!”

"Not mine?"

Wang Chen laughed, "Then why is it that only I can open the secret vault? I am merely here to reclaim what is rightfully mine, yet you dare to seize it by force and boast shamelessly—utterly ridiculous!"

The white-robed man was left speechless. Suddenly, he swung the whisk in his hand toward Wang Chen, shouting, "Take this!"

In an instant, a thousand silver lights shot toward Wang Chen, revealing countless tiny silver threads that moved as swiftly as crossbow arrows.

"Break!"

Wang Chen struck with his palm, unleashing an overwhelming fist power like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, sending all the incoming silver threads scattering.

Crack!

At that moment, the roof tiles beneath Wang Chen shattered, and two dark claws reached out, gripping his ankles tightly!

Wang Chen snorted coldly and bent down, delivering a devastating punch!

Boom!

His ferocious fist power tore through the rooftop, striking the attackers and exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

Freed from the restraints, Wang Chen leaped into the air, kicking out to both sides.

The two severed claws that had gripped his ankles shot toward the white-robed man, who hastily leaped aside to evade.

"Freeze!"

Wang Chen suddenly let out a thunderous shout, and the white-robed man was instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning.

He could only watch helplessly as the two dark claws pierced into his body.

The sharp claws easily tore through his robe, sinking deep into his flesh!

The white-robed man let out a scream of pain, quickly dropping the whisk and pulling out an old piece of yellow paper from his robe.

A talisman?

Wang Chen’s eyes narrowed sharply!

At that moment, the white-robed man bit his tongue, preparing to spill his vital blood onto the talisman!

But just as he opened his mouth, his wrist suddenly went numb, and the talisman vanished from his grasp.

It had already been snatched by Wang Chen!

The white-robed man’s eyes were about to burst with rage as he instinctively shouted, "That’s mine!"

Wang Chen chuckled, "Now it’s mine."

With just a glance, he confirmed that the talisman in his hand was indeed a third-grade treasure symbol!

However, the spiritual energy within it was nearly exhausted.