Chapter 266
“Chen Ge, the formation is about to start. Where are you and your wife going?”
Chen Huai'an stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
Beside him, Li Qingran lowered her head, nervously clutching the hem of her dress, her pretty face turning red at an alarming rate.
“Ahem, it’s none of your business.”
Chen Huai'an cleared his throat. “I’m just stepping out for some fresh air!”
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Chapter 284: The Heavenly Demon Technique, Activate! (User 88395559+1)
Chen Huai'an and Li Qingran hurried toward the nearest cave.
At that moment, the great formation quietly began to activate.
Twelve beams of spiritual energy shot up into the sky.
With a series of booming echoes reverberating through the mountains, a massive golden formation disk unfolded in the night sky, casting a golden sheen over the twilight.
“What kind of formation is this?!” Li Qingran stared up at the formation above, momentarily stunned.
“The Twelve Earthly Branches Dragon Binding Golden Lock Formation!” Chen Huai'an blurted out without hesitation, wanting to maintain the image of a knowledgeable master.
“Concentrate—!”
Twelve elders from hidden sects shouted in unison.
The spiritual energy within the formation surged into the golden chains through their bodies, causing the chains to flicker with lightning.
The surface of the lake boiled violently.
Lightning flickered and intertwined beneath the dark waters.
Within the web of lightning, a long, struggling shadow could be faintly seen.
“Roar—!”
A furious dragon's roar echoed from beneath the water.
But this roar was exhausted, haunting, and weary.
The dragon soul within Chen Huai'an's dantian throbbed more violently, responding with a series of howls from its tightly shut eyes.
Chen Huai'an knew he had to act quickly.
He and Li Qingran entered one of the caves.
Inside, over a hundred ascenders sat cross-legged around the formation disk, channeling their entire spiritual energy into it.
These ascenders were all quite formidable; the weakest among them had reached the peak of Qi Refinement, while the strongest were on par with Wang Shouyi, ranging from late Foundation Establishment to full Foundation Establishment. The higher their cultivation, the denser the gray mist above their heads.
But Chen Huai'an didn’t have time to ponder the gray mist.
“Disciple, make your move!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingran, wielding her sword, leaped into action, graceful as a startled swan, and struck at the formation disk.
A golden shield sprang up around the disk but was shattered in an instant by her blade.
Li Qingran’s attack was thwarted, and her strike awakened the surrounding ascenders.
“Who dares to interfere with our formation!”
“Get lost, or we’ll kill you too!” Chen Huai'an stepped forward, his gaze icy as a blade, directed at the speaker.
He had no enmity with these ascenders.
He was here solely to seize his own opportunity.
If it weren’t necessary, he didn’t want to clash with them.
Li Qingran, being at the Golden Core level, had already released her pressure, and these ascenders should have retreated quickly if they were wise.
He could indeed see fear and hesitation in their eyes.
They all knew that with the revival of spiritual energy, resources would be abundant everywhere, and as long as they lived long enough, they could surely become powerful figures.
Thus, they valued their lives more than ordinary people.
However, that fear lasted less than a moment.
“Kill the disruptors!” a grim voice shouted from the back of the crowd.
A figure in a blue robe could be vaguely seen.
Chen Huai'an intended to take a closer look at which hidden sect this person belonged to, but was blocked by other ascenders closing in.
“Kill the disruptors!”
Fear and retreat vanished.
The attitude of these ascenders shifted completely, their eyes more resolute than soldiers emerging from a drug rehabilitation center.
Chen Huai'an felt a wave of darkness wash over him.
Knowing that these ascenders had been mentally influenced, he realized there was no turning back.
“Qingran, destroy the formation disk! I’ll hold them off!”
“Understood, Master!” Li Qingran soared over the heads of the crowd, thrusting her sword toward the formation disk.
Chen Huai'an followed closely behind, clearing a path with his sword, pushing back the incoming ascenders.
But there were simply too many ascenders, and the cave was too cramped; some surrounded him while others tried to interfere with Li Qingran’s efforts to destroy the formation disk.
In a moment of desperation, Chen Huai'an decided to stop pretending and unleashed the full power of the Heavenly Demon Technique.
He slowly raised his head, a strange red glint flashing in his eyes, his fingers twisting and curling as a violent force awakened within him.
“I’ll give you one more chance. Leave now, or—”
Boom—!
A resonating hum spread from his limbs to his spine.
Demonic energy surged around Chen Huai'an, his muscles visibly swelling.
Veins bulged beneath his skin like coiling serpents.
Crack! Crack! His bones restructured, his height suddenly increasing by nearly a foot, bringing his previously bulky frame into proportion.
His expanding body tore through his shirt, revealing a physique as solid as iron.
Black demonic patterns spread from his chest, covering his neck and half of his face, accentuating his crimson eyes.
“This guy is a demon cultivator!”
“A demon cultivator! He’s actually a demon cultivator!”
Even under mental influence, the ascenders couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.
Chen Huai'an remained silent, his body crouching like a leopard ready to pounce.
The air froze for a moment.
The next second—
Boom!
Rubble flew as deep footprints were left in the ground.
Chen Huai'an’s massive form blurred in the air.
“Stop him!” someone shouted in panic.
Dozens of weapons came crashing from all directions, filled with murderous intent, aimed at his vital points.
“Heavenly Demon Technique, First Layer, Blood Cocoon!”
Chen Huai'an sneered, fists clenched, the demonic energy around him intensifying, solidifying into dark red scales.
Clang! Clang! Clang—
The sound of metal clashing was dense as rain, sparks flying.
Swords and blades struck him as if hitting ancient iron, failing to even scratch his skin.
“Still not leaving?!” Chen Huai'an’s voice rumbled like thunder. “Then you’ll die!” He had no intention of killing them all, but time and strength wouldn’t allow him to waste any more here.
His right arm swept out violently, stirring up a whirlwind.
Bang!
Several ascenders were sent flying, their protective golden light shattering, their chests caving in, dying instantly.
Chen Huai'an’s expression remained unchanged as he took a step forward.
The ground cracked beneath his feet, spiderweb-like fissures spreading outwards, leaving the surrounding ascenders momentarily dazed.
He spread his fingers, reaching for the nearest ascender.
That person hurriedly swung their sword to block, but their weapon shattered like tofu in his grasp.
Smack!
Chen Huai'an closed his fingers around the ascender’s head, the demonic energy surging from his palm instantly refining them. The ascender didn’t even have time to scream before their body shriveled like a sponge drained of water, ultimately becoming a desiccated corpse.
The Blood Cocoon could refine demons and evil spirits, but that didn’t mean it could only refine them.
After all, it was a variant of the original Heavenly Demon Technique, and the core of refining all things remained unchanged.
It just didn’t offer any benefits other than fragments of righteous cultivators.
“Devil! He’s a devil!” someone screamed in terror.
“Charge! Everyone, charge!” the figure in blue, hidden among the crowd, was horrified.
“There’s no time left.” Chen Huai'an clenched his fists tightly.
Bang—! The air screamed from excessive compression.
He stomped heavily on the ground, launching himself like a cannonball into the enemy ranks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With each heavy punch, the sound of shattering bones echoed.
In the clash of flesh against flesh, blood erupted, bodies flew, and one by one, they fell from the air.
His punches grew faster.
From three punches a second to ten, even a hundred.
Like a bulldozer, he pushed deeper into the cave.
Li Qingran stood on the shattered formation disk, watching her master wreak havoc like a storm, completely dumbfounded.
Turning, she thrust her palm, her fingers piercing through the chest of the last blue-clad figure, blood bursting forth in a spray that splattered against the rock wall behind.
Blood trickled down Chen Huai'an’s arm.
He took a breath, casually tossing the corpse aside.
In less than a minute, no one remained standing in the cave.
The ground was littered with dismembered corpses, broken entrails, and severed limbs, the stench of blood dimming the light within the cave.
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