Chapter 121: Son of the Forbidden Land, Chen Changsheng at Full Power
Chapter 121 – Son of the Forbidden Land, Chen Changsheng at Full Power
Witnessing Gongsun Huaiyu’s battered and bloody state, a predatory fury ignited within Chen Changsheng.
Yet Jiang Bufan, having long anticipated this reaction, materialized a mere ten feet away like a phantom.
“My young friend, had you arrived but a fraction of a moment sooner, this wretched girl might have been spared such grievous wounds.”
“Yet, she truly possesses a tenacious spirit. An entire night of slaughter has passed and she still draws breath. It seems her fated path has not yet reached its end.”
Chen Changsheng threw a frigid glance at Jiang Bufan before locking his gaze onto the blood-soaked figure of Gongsun Huaiyu in the distance.
Without a single word of hesitation, he invoked the Vertical Golden Light, blurring into a blinding streak that tore through the horizon.
In this breath, snatching her from the jaws of death was the only truth that mattered. Spitting empty threats was the vanity of fools.
As the concealing Formation dissolved into the void, the cataclysmic shockwaves of the battle instantly alerted the gathered sovereigns of the Kunlun Holy Land.
Perceiving the grim reality with their divine intent, the cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland and the Purple Mansion Holy Land surged forth like a rising tide.
Yet among this sea of soaring figures, one blurred past the rest, his aura burning with unparalleled, anxious fury.
This man was none other than the Yaoguang Holy Son, Fu Yao.
The murderous intent rippled outward from Butterfly Valley. Fu Yao’s mind was as clear as a mirror; he knew exactly why Gongsun Huaiyu had ventured into that perilous domain.
If Gongsun Huaiyu had fallen into such dire straits, his own younger brother was undoubtedly standing on the precipice of death.
Boom!
A devastating fist slammed into Gongsun Huaiyu’s back, forcing a massive torrent of fresh blood and shattered bone fragments to erupt from her lips.
The majestic scale armor shielding her flesh had long been reduced to cracked, lifeless ruins.
Dragging her battered frame from the shattered rubble, Gongsun Huaiyu viciously wiped the crimson from her mouth, her eyes freezing into daggers as she swept her gaze over the surrounding predators.
At that moment, a man bearing a pair of majestic wings upon his back strolled out from the swirling dust.
“The so-called Heavenly Talents of this era are a profound disappointment. To think your cultivation would be this pitifully frail.”
“Ever since I set foot within the Middle Heavens, my ears have been polluted by the relentless boasting of this ‘Seventy-Two Wolf Smoke’ nonsense.”
“I had assumed the inheritors of such a title might possess some meager worth. To witness you failing to overcome even my subjugated beasts… how utterly pathetic.”
Confronted with the winged man’s disdain, Gongsun Huaiyu merely fixed him with a deathly glare.
In the dead of night, she had been violently ambushed without warning.
Yet the true horror lay in the revelation that the sovereign Heavenly Talents of the Western Continent’s demon race had been forcefully broken and tethered as his mere war-hounds.
Throughout an entire night of blood-soaked slaughter, this enigmatic tyrant had never once dirtied his hands, choosing to casually observe her suffering from the shadows.
Faced with an adversary possessing such unfathomable depths, Gongsun Huaiyu grasped absolutely no certainty of victory!
“If you seek a battle, then strike! Spare me your useless breath!”
“I, Gongsun Huaiyu, am nothing but a minor pawn amidst the Seventy-Two Wolf Smoke. Were you to cross paths with our true paramount Heavenly Talents…”
“…your only recourse would be to shatter your knees against the earth and beg for a swift death.”
“Hahaha!”
The winged man threw his head back, his laughter echoing with raw contempt.
“Very well. I shall sever the life of this minor pawn here and now. Then, I shall personally uproot and erase your pathetic Seventy-Two Wolf Smoke from existence.”
“Only then will you rotting corpses understand the true weight of a Heavenly Talent.”
Boom!
Before the final syllable left his tongue, the earth directly beneath his feet detonated with cataclysmic force.
Emerging from the devastating shockwave was none other than Chen Changsheng, stepping onto the battlefield like a wrathful god.
Yet, Chen Changsheng’s furious, world-shaking strike had failed to even graze the mysterious stranger’s robes.
“Now, this offers a sliver of amusement.”
“Alas, your footwork is dreadfully sluggish. You lack the Dao rhythm to even touch my shadow.”
Hovering high above the shattered earth, the man stared down at Chen Changsheng with sovereign disdain.
Glancing at the majestic wings upon the man’s back, which violently crackled with the primordial forces of wind and thunder, Chen Changsheng coldly flicked his wrist, casting out a storm of Formation platforms.
Hum!
A simplified incarnation of the Heaven-Earth Life-Extinguishing Formation instantly materialized, sealing the surrounding space.
Just as the Dao-array locked shut, a searing streak of light violently pierced the barrier, landing within the perimeter.
Sweeping his spiritual sense over the ruined Butterfly Valley and the brutalized Gongsun Huaiyu, the radiant aura violently expanding from Fu Yao’s body turned blindingly intense.
The Yaoguang Holy Son was thoroughly consumed by a murderous rage.
Acknowledging Fu Yao’s arrival, Chen Changsheng met his eyes with a cold, unspoken consensus.
“Slaughter him!”
Unleashing those two frigid words, their terrifying auras erupted simultaneously, shaking the Heaven-Earth Life-Extinguishing Formation until it threatened to shatter under their combined spiritual weight.
Chen Changsheng turned his predatory focus onto the four subjugated Heavenly Talents of the Western Continent’s demon race, while Fu Yao ascended to clash with the winged anomaly.
“Ahhhh!”
The very instant their spiritual paths collided, agonizing shrieks tore through the heavens.
Surging forward, Chen Changsheng relied on his bare, savage physical might to brutally uproot the primordial tusks of the Giant Divine Elephant clan’s Heavenly Talent, painting the air with gore.
A gargantuan black butterfly found half of its ethereal wing violently ripped away. A Diamond Bear, towering like a grand mountain peak, had its indestructible paw cleaved completely off by Chen Changsheng wielding a mere broken blade.
The corrosive Profound Water unleashed by the Profound Water Turtle—an essence meant to rot all creation—washed over Chen Changsheng’s flesh without leaving a single blemish.
Even the supposedly invincible Profound Turtle Shell was violently caved in, utterly shattered by three of Chen Changsheng’s earth-shattering punches.
These four supreme Heavenly Talents of the Western Continent failed to endure even three breaths before Chen Changsheng’s ruthless slaughter.
In those same three fleeting breaths, Fu Yao had already exchanged over three hundred devastating blows with the mysterious winged man.
Every individual strand of the Yaoguang Holy Son’s hair radiated with supreme light. The invocation of a crystal-clear, translucent Immortal Bone pushed his spiritual pressure to an absolute, terrifying zenith.
“Strike faster! Push your Dao further!”
“Only a cultivator of your caliber possesses the right to test my strength!”
Even whilst crossing blades with Fu Yao, the mysterious man unleashed roaring laughter, casually treating the Yaoguang Holy Son’s wrath as a mere sparring exercise.
Realizing his current strength could not forcefully suppress this monster’s movements, a secondary, far more perilous aura began to bleed from Fu Yao’s foundation.
He was gathering the primordial essence to ignite his most lethal, life-risking trump card.
“To hell with your posturing!”
Just as the Yaoguang Holy Son was about to ignite his forbidden arts, Chen Changsheng—who had been coldly stalking the perimeter like a famished predator—seized the perfect opening.
Blurring through the void with the Vertical Golden Light, he materialized directly above the winged stranger. Channeling the absolute physical weight of his Taotie Root Bone, he delivered a devastating, earth-shattering blow directly to the man’s skull.
Clang!
The heaven-shaking impact rattled the mysterious man’s soul, momentarily scrambling his divine sense and violently halting his momentum.
Capitalizing on this fleeting fraction of vulnerability, the Yaoguang Holy Son completely unsealed his fury, delivering a catastrophic strike that hammered the winged man out of the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hammered by the seamless, combined slaughtering intent of Chen Changsheng and Fu Yao, the winged man was violently driven into the earth like a falling meteor.
In the span of a single breath, the sheer force of their descent smashed a crater a thousand feet deep into the earth’s crust.
“Raaargh!”
A primordial roar of utter fury violently erupted from the abyss. A terrifying surge of heaven-and-earth resonance detonated, forcefully obliterating all rock and soil within a three-mile radius, carving out a chasm a thousand feet deep.
Yet, by the time the enraged winged anomaly erupted from the buried rubble, Chen Changsheng and Fu Yao were already casually standing at the edge of the crater, their auras perfectly restrained as if they were mere spectators.
Simultaneously, the majestic ripples of the void signaled the arrival of every supreme elder and sovereign of the Kunlun Holy Land.
Six breaths!
From the exact moment Chen Changsheng stepped onto the battlefield to the absolute conclusion of the slaughter, merely six breaths of time had elapsed.
Sweeping his gaze over the gathered powerhouses, the mysterious man shrewdly weighed the fated paths and realized his opportunity to strike had evaporated.
For no matter how boundless his arrogance, he was not foolish enough to believe he could single-handedly butcher the combined might of an entire Holy Land’s apex experts.
“Holy Master Jiang, what is the meaning of this atrocity?”
“Can the Kunlun Holy Land truly guarantee the lives of our Heavenly Talents, or are your promises empty breath?”
Stepping forward, Nalan Jing immediately unleashed her sovereign pressure upon the host.
Yet, entirely unbothered by Nalan Jing’s icy interrogation, Jiang Bufan offered a placid smile. “My honored guests, please quell your misunderstandings. This was nothing more than a spirited exchange of Dao arts.”
“These young cultivators are also esteemed Heavenly Talents participating in the Heavenly Talent Assembly. As they arrived somewhat belatedly, we lacked the moment to properly introduce them to the grand assembly.”
“These four fallen youths are paramount Heavenly Talents hailing from the Western Continent. And this formidable youth… is a supreme Heavenly Talent from the Sacred Ruins Forbidden Land.”
At the mere mention of the ‘Sacred Ruins Forbidden Land,’ the complexions of every gathered sovereign underwent a drastic, horrifying shift.
Drinking in their fear, the winged man—who had just suffered a humiliating suppression—finally let a twisted, arrogant smirk creep across his face.
“The so-called powerhouses of the Middle Heavens… are truly nothing more than this.”