Chapter 804

Chapter 804: Night Battle in All Directions (Part One)

Under the dark waters, Wang Chen moved like a swift fish, quickly emerging from the long waterway.

He returned to the Washing Silk River.

But he immediately sensed something was amiss.

Dappled light filtered down from above the river’s surface, illuminating the depths below.

Then, large nets broke through the water’s surface, crashing down and covering the river for a hundred steps in every direction.

Splash! Splash!

Soon after, more figures leaped into the river.

Realizing he was surrounded, Wang Chen remained calm. He surged upward, just as he was about to be ensnared, and slashed out with his dagger.

Though this dagger wasn’t a divine weapon, it was exceptionally sharp. Infused with Innate Energy, its blade gleamed with a cold, fierce light, slicing through the large net in an instant.

In truth, this fishing net was crafted from a special material; ordinary blades could hardly damage it. Once caught, even a fierce beast would struggle to break free.

Yet in Wang Chen’s hands, it tore like paper.

He burst through the opening he had created and leaped high above the water!

As he broke the surface, Wang Chen took a deep breath.

His body suddenly expanded, his once-loose tunics now stretched tight over his bulging muscles. His thighs, chest, and arms swelled, and his face became rugged with thick, defined features.

His appearance had transformed entirely!

At that moment, the banks of the Washing Silk River were crowded with onlookers, many of whom were martial artists clad in black tunics.

When Wang Chen burst from the water, gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

“Capture him!”

With a sharp command, a dozen black-clad martial artists hurled glinting iron chains toward Wang Chen as he soared through the air.

They moved in perfect unison, the chains whipping through the air like hunting serpents, momentarily blotting out the sky.

Yet Wang Chen, alternating his feet—left on right, right on left—soared even higher, evading the chains with ease.

The gasps from the riverbanks grew louder, the onlookers wide-eyed as if witnessing a divine act.

It was nothing short of miraculous!

In truth, Wang Chen was using magic to create the illusion of soaring through the air.

He twisted in mid-air, landing gracefully in a high red tower.

Inside, a group of young nobles were drinking and enjoying the spectacle, but they froze in shock as Wang Chen suddenly burst in, their expressions as stiff as wooden statues.

“Out.”

Wang Chen waved his hand dismissively.

The young men, who had been drinking and entertaining maidens, scrambled to their feet, abandoning their companions and fleeing in panic.

The maidens, left behind, were pale with fright.

Wang Chen, of course, had no intention of troubling these women. He simply took a seat at a table and settled in.

“C-Could I serve you wine, sir?”

Hearing the timid voice, Wang Chen, who had just picked up the wine flask, felt curious, “Why are you not running when everyone else has?”

In just a moment, the maidens, musicians, and attendants inside the building had mostly fled.

Only one young woman remained, holding a pipa, seemingly frozen in place from shock.

“Run?”

The pipa player showed a bitter smile, “Taiwu City is so large; where could I possibly run to?”

She gathered her courage to look at Wang Chen: “Besides, sir, with your divine power, I believe you wouldn’t trouble a mere girl like me.”

Wang Chen laughed heartily: “Indeed, although you are a delicate girl, you are far stronger than many men.”

He poured himself a cup of wine and said, “No need to serve wine; just play a tune for me. If it’s good, I’ll reward you.”

“Sure.”

The pipa player curtsied gracefully, then lightly plucked the strings, producing sounds like silver pearls rolling on jade plates, enchanting and heart-stirring.

Wang Chen sipped from his goblet, tapping a rhythm with his left hand on the table.

“Kid, why aren’t you running too?”

It was Elder Yao who asked; this Nascent Soul true immortal was puzzled by Wang Chen’s actions: “You have what you came for.”

With Wang Chen’s abilities, he could have easily broken through and returned to his residence without a soul noticing.

Instead, he had hidden himself in this remarkably visible red tower.

While Wang Chen enjoyed his wine and music, a large group of elite warriors gathered outside the red tower.

They, along with the black-clad men, dispersed the crowd that had come to watch the spectacle, quickly surrounding the nearby streets and buildings with a tight net.

Some of the warriors carried heavy crossbows, leaping onto high walls or rooftops, their sharp gazes locked onto the red tower where Wang Chen was.

“Run?”

Wang Chen answered calmly, “Why would I run?”

Elder Yao was speechless.

Wang Chen finished his drink in one gulp, closing his eyes to quietly listen to the music.

Though the pipa player wasn’t stunningly beautiful, her skill was remarkable, gradually drawing him into a trance.

Unfortunately, just as the tune neared its end, the music abruptly stopped!

A blue-clad swordsman entered the building.

The newcomer appeared to be in his thirties or forties, lean with a weathered face, but his eyes were incredibly sharp, reminiscent of a drawn sword, exuding a power capable of breaking anything.

The pipa player trembled and curled up in fear.

From ten steps away, the blue-clad swordsman halted, his gaze fixed firmly on Wang Chen.

“Impressive skill and boldness!”

His voice was raspy, like metal scraping, rough and unpleasant: “Someone asked me to inquire what you obtained from Elder Yao’s treasure.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Chen immediately understood and communicated with Elder Yao using his mind: “Senior, it seems your secret vault has already been discovered.”

Elder Yao snickered: “So what if it’s discovered? They can’t open it and dare not force it.”

Indeed, after the vault was found, Elder Yao had set up formations to wait like a tortoise, expecting someone capable of opening it to arrive and then catch them off guard.

This person was also no ordinary character!

Wang Chen inquired of the blue-clad swordsman: “Who is your family head?”

The swordsman’s eyes twitched slightly as he coldly replied, “Hand over what you found from the treasure, and self-mutilate a limb; then you may leave alive.”

Wang Chen laughed.

He flicked his fingers, striking the empty goblet on the table.

With a “crack,” the valuable blue-and-white porcelain cup shattered into pieces, sending shards flying towards the blue-clad swordsman.

The swordsman’s gaze sharpened, and he quickly drew his sword.

In an instant, sword light flashed, clashing sounds reverberated incessantly.

When the sword light faded, the swordsman stood still, his expression cold.

He had a thin wound on his cheek, and bright red blood slowly oozed out.

Despite his expressionless face, his heart was actually turbulent.

His swordsmanship was ranked at least in the top ten in Taiwu City, yet he couldn’t block even a small fragment of a porcelain cup.

Just how strong was Wang Chen’s true power?