Chapter 1209: Bandits

On Ming Wang Xian Shan, many figures stood atop the peaks, some anxious and others exchanging uneasy glances. What on earth was going on? A perfectly fine wedding had been turned into complete chaos, and their divine son had been abducted just like that. Even now, many were scratching their heads in confusion, unsure who had taken him or how it had happened.

Someone!

No one knew who shouted it first, pointing into the distance where a divine light was speeding toward them.

Ming Wang's sacred ground—halt!

A Ming Wang Zong elder soared into the sky, his rebuke echoing like thunder. But his luck was terrible; as soon as the words left his mouth, he was sent flying by a palm strike from the incoming Ye Chen.

Robbery!

Next, a domineering wolf howl rang out across the entire Ming Wang Xian Shan.

Seek death!

Outcries of fury erupted from Ming Wang Xian Shan as figures rushed in from all directions. Their numbers were staggeringly large, leaving even Ye Chen impressed and sighing in disbelief. One Sheng Ren and nine Zhun Sheng had already left, taking many powerful experts with them, yet the Ming Wang Zong still had so many defenders.

Capture him!

Ming Wang Zong elders filled the skies, forming seals and activating forbidden divine arts. Instantly, a massive net appeared overhead, descending to trap Ye Chen within it.

Ye Chen sneered, soaring upward with his hands raised high. He gripped the edges of the net and tore a huge gap in it, bursting out like a leaping dragon and sweeping a palm across a swath of enemies.

Suppress!

From another side, over a hundred Ming Wang elders charged in, jointly controlling a bronze furnace—a Zhun Sheng weapon—that unleashed its divine power in a burst of immortal light, shattering the surrounding void.

That won't work!

Ye Chen immediately summoned his Hun Dun Shen Ding, which expanded to the size of a mountain, towering like a pillar between heaven and earth.

On the spot, the Zhun Sheng bronze furnace cracked under the pressure, and the horde of experts was forced down from the skies, tumbling in droves and collapsing mountain peaks in their wake. But that wasn't the end. The Hun Dun Shen Ding's power was overwhelmingly dominant; with its mouth facing downward, it exerted a devouring force, sucking in the Ming Wang elders' artifacts—whether killing swords, spirit mirrors, bronze furnaces, or Bagua seals—and crushing them to pieces, absorbing their essence.

What a... powerful artifact!

The Ming Wang Zong disciples turned pale, many pinned down and unable to rise by the Hun Dun Ding.

Stop him!

Though shocked, the Ming Wang Zong elders roared in anger and charged into a grand hall, as Ye Chen had just darted inside—it was clear what he was after.

Bang! Clang! Boom! Crash!

Soon, chaotic sounds of banging and crashing echoed from the hall. Then, the elders who had rushed in were sent flying out one after another. As for Ye Chen, he showed no restraint, barreling through and stripping the hall bare. Anything valuable was taken without exception, piling up in heaps.

He had already scouted Ming Wang Zong before arriving. It was a habit he'd developed over the years; whenever he went somewhere, he instinctively noted where the treasures were. If robbery was on the agenda, his targets were always crystal clear. Like this hall—he had long spotted the treasures inside and their abundance, so he headed straight for it.

Boom!

With a tremendous explosion, the entire hall was flipped over, sending another wave of rushing Ming Wang Zong elders flying.

How can a Zhun Huang be this strong?

The Ming Wang Zong elders spat blood, their understanding completely overturned by Ye Chen's power. Little did they know, Ye Chen wasn't an ordinary Zhun Huang; he had the combat strength to slay Zhun Sheng. Now that Ming Wang Zong's one Sheng Ren and nine Zhun Sheng were gone, the sect lacked even a single Zhun Sheng to stop this beast. They were mowed down en masse wherever they charged.

Boom!

Deeper in Ming Wang Xian Shan, another majestic hall was overturned. By the time the Ming Wang Zong elders arrived, Ye Chen was already shouldering a sack and launching another massive attack.

Activate the formations! Activate the killing formations!

Shouts rang out as the Ming Wang Zong elders positioned themselves in the skies. Quickly, immortal lights rose from all sides of Ming Wang Zong, awakening numerous killing formations simultaneously. There were quite a few, mostly deadly arrays, including many Virtual Heaven Killing Formations, totaling over a hundred.

Exterminate him!

The Ming Wang Zong grand elder pointed his sword at Ye Chen, directing all the killing formations toward him.

Ye Chen didn't dare face them head-on and immediately used Shrinking Earth Into Inches to flee.

Boom!

The moment he left, the largest peak of Ming Wang Zong was blasted into a abyss by the formations.

Boom! Keep bombing!

The grand elder bellowed in rage, wildly swinging his killing sword and pointing at the skies repeatedly.

Come on, hit me if you can!

Ye Chen laughed coldly, escaping at incredible speed and narrowly dodging the formations each time. Worse, he deliberately targeted crowded areas, so the Ming Wang Zong's killing formations missed him and instead obliterated their own people in waves.

Pfft!

The Ming Wang Zong elders were so furious they vomited blood.

Pfft!

Even the Ming Wang Zong high priest spat blood. All these formations had become useless decorations; not only had they failed to kill Ye Chen, but they had wiped out their own ranks and flattened their peaks one after another.

Come on, keep it up!

Ye Chen's evasion was lightning-fast, outpacing the formations' lights entirely.

Kill!

The Ming Wang Zong members were enraged, surging forward like a tidal wave, but no one dared activate the formations anymore. Continuing would only lead to heavier losses.

Get lost!

Ye Chen roared, manifesting a golden hand to sweep away a crowd, then expanding his Hun Dun World Dharma to press people down from the skies. Next came a barrage of Ten Thousand Swords United, unleashing a frenzy of attacks. This time, Ming Wang Zong suffered devastating losses; without a single Zhun Sheng, they were utterly routed by Ye Chen.

All of you, stay put! If anyone else charges in, I'll start killing for real!

Ye Chen burst into a mountain peak, his threatening voice echoing out. And it worked; many elders were scared off and retreated, unwilling to enter the peak. Still, plenty of furious Ming Wang Zong elders charged in, only to be sent flying out in droves, just as before.

Send for reinforcements! Quickly, send for reinforcements!

The elders who didn't dare approach shouted frantically.

It was pointless; the moment Ye Chen started causing havoc in Ming Wang Zong, distress signals had already been sent. Their shouts were just helpless roars—they had to do something since they couldn't handle him.

Robbery! Robbery!

Compared to the elders' shouts, Ye Chen's wolf howls were even louder, echoing wherever he went, as if he wanted everyone to know his purpose.

Block him!

The Ming Wang Zong elders were driven mad with rage, chasing him wherever he rampaged, but it was futile. Ye Chen kept robbing and seizing whatever he wanted, turning the whole group into mere spectators.

Good stuff!

Ye Chen darted into an area and stopped before an immortal pool, his eyes gleaming as he stared at it. The pool radiated immortal light, shrouded in mist with bursts of colorful hues, surging with vast essence like tidal waves. Amid it, mysterious visions flickered in and out, giving the pool an ethereal, dreamlike quality.

Mine!

Ye Chen summoned the Hun Dun Ding, turning its mouth downward to voraciously devour the pool.

Kill!

Outside, Ming Wang Zong members swarmed in like a dark curtain blotting out the sky.

Take this—something big!

Ye Chen pulled out Xiong Er's Thunder War Wolf Tooth Club, instantly enlarging it to over a thousand zhang long, gripping it with an illusory hand as saintly blood surged. He swung it with brute force. The Ming Wang Zong elders at the front nearly cried in terror, turning to flee without a word. But Ye Chen's club was faster, sweeping across and sending figures flying en masse.