Chapter 130: A One-Sided Massacre (1)

After leaving the Taiyi Holy Land, Chen Chuan immediately spent one hundred billion gold tickets to increase his cultivation.

The bottleneck he had faced at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm shattered with a boom, and he instantly stepped into the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

Feeling the surging, inexhaustible power within his body that far surpassed what he had before, Chen Chuan slowly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing through them before vanishing.

He only had over sixty billion left on him now, but the hundred billion gold tickets had been exchanged for a tangible increase in power.

Following the general direction provided by the Mission Hall, Chen Chuan set off toward the Black Wind Mountain Range to the northwest.

This mountain range stretched for tens of thousands of miles, with steep terrain and pervasive miasma, making it a natural hiding place for many outlaws and bandit groups.

After three days of careful searching and tracking, Chen Chuan finally discovered some messy footprints and wheel tracks on the outskirts of a remote canyon.

A faint scent of blood still lingered in the surrounding air.

He restrained his Aura and slipped into the canyon as silently as a ghost.

As soon as he entered the canyon, a thick, nauseating smell of blood hit him in the face.

Even with Chen Chuan’s steadfast resolve, his gaze couldn’t help but turn cold at the sight before him.

In the center of the canyon, a small-scale merchant caravan had already been wiped out.

Goods were scattered everywhere, mixed with severed limbs and broken arms, and the ground was stained a dark red by fresh blood.

Seven or eight corpses lay scattered about in various positions, their deaths gruesome, clearly having experienced great pain and terror before they died.

Beside the pile of corpses, seven men dressed in black martial attire with fierce expressions were laughing and talking casually while wiping the blood off their weapons.

The leader was a burly man with a hideous face; a scar ran diagonally from his forehead to his lower jaw, adding a touch of ferocity to his appearance.

In his hand, he held a sinister-looking Ghost Head Saber that was still dripping blood; he was none other than the leader of the Black Wolf Group, Black Feather.

The moment Chen Chuan’s gaze swept over them.

He saw a shivering little girl being roughly dragged out from under an overturned carriage by Black Feather.

The girl’s face was covered in tears and despair, and she let out a weak plea.

"Ple... please, let me go..."

A cruel and lewd smile appeared on Black Feather’s face as he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips:

"Little brat, you’ve got tender skin, but unfortunately, this master isn’t in the mood for a second round today."

Before he finished speaking, the Ghost Head Saber in his hand flashed with a cold light. The girl’s pleas stopped abruptly, her small body slumped to the ground, and blood gushed from her neck.

At that exact moment, Chen Chuan no longer hid his presence. He stepped out from behind a rock, his cold eyes meeting the girl’s lifeless ones.

"Who’s there?"

Chen Chuan’s appearance immediately alerted the members of the Black Wolf Group.

When they clearly saw the clothing on Chen Chuan that identified him as an Outer Sect Disciple of the Taiyi Holy Land, their expressions tightened even more.

In recent days, they had been hunted by Holy Land Disciples quite frequently.

Although they had mostly escaped by relying on their familiarity with the terrain—and had even counter-killed a few Disciples once—they still harbored wariness toward the Holy Land.

However, when Black Feather’s Divine Sense swept over and perceived that the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Chen Chuan were only at the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

The wariness on his face instantly turned into disdain and mockery.

"Heh, I wondered who it was. Turns out it’s just another piece of trash sent by the Taiyi Holy Land to die." Black Feather sneered, his voice raspy and unpleasant. "What, is the Holy Land out of people? They sent a kid whose hair hasn’t even grown in yet to seek death?"

Hearing this, the other members of the Black Wolf Group also relaxed and let out unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha, First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm? Captain, I bet this kid can’t even handle the miasma in our Black Wind Mountain Range, can he?"

"Kid, if you know what’s good for you, get lost right now. You might still keep your little life and go back to suck your mother’s milk."

"Look at his tender skin. He might even be more flavorful than that little girl just now, hehe..."

Filthy words filled the air, brimming with extreme arrogance and cruelty.

Chen Chuan’s gaze swept over the girl’s corpse on the ground, then slowly lifted to land on Black Feather and the others.

His eyes were as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, without the slightest ripple of emotion:

"To deal with a pack of beasts like you who are worse than pigs or dogs, the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm is enough."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an indisputable certainty.

"Arrogant!"

"Courting death!"

The members of the Black Wolf Group laughed even more wildly, as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Black Feather even pointed his Ghost Head Saber at Chen Chuan and said playfully:

"I’ve killed countless people, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone so eager to be reincarnated."

Chen Chuan calmly assessed the opponent’s strength in his heart.

Black Feather was indeed at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm; his Aura was thick and his Evil Qi was intimidating.

The other six people had cultivation levels ranging from the First to the Fifth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

With his current strength and trump cards, it was enough to handle them.

Black Feather was clearly too disdainful to personally take action against Chen Chuan. He jerked his chin toward a lean man beside him:

"Hei Yun, you go. Cut out this kid’s tongue so he knows what it means to have disaster come from the mouth."

"Understood, Captain!" The man named Hei Yun grinned savagely. "Kid, taste your grandpa’s Cloud-Flipping Palm!"

He stepped forward, the Aura of the Third Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm exploding from him. His hands instantly turned pitch black, carrying a feminine and eerie wind.

The palm wind whistled like dark clouds covering the sky as it loomed over Chen Chuan, containing the power to corrode true essence.

Facing this sharp strike, Chen Chuan’s eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp, and killing intent erupted like a physical substance.

He didn’t hold back at all as a power that dominated the world abruptly awakened deep within his body.

Hum!

A faint dragon roar sounded from within him.

Purple-gold light instantly covered his body, forming a layer of fine purple-gold dragon scale phantoms.

A terrifying dragon pressure that made all things submit spread out.

At the same time, he activated the powerful Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture he had obtained from his Bloodline Inheritance, and the spiritual energy throughout his body instantly transformed into hot and fierce Dragon Yuan power.

"True Dragon Breaks the Heavens!"

Chen Chuan shouted lowly and clenched his right fist. The purple-gold Dragon Yuan gathered frantically, turning into a solid purple-gold dragon-shaped fist-gang that roared as it charged toward Hei Yun’s Cloud-Flipping Palm.

"What?"

The savage grin on Hei Yun’s face instantly froze, replaced by boundless horror.

He felt that the destructive power contained within that dragon-shaped fist-gang far exceeded the scope of the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

Boom!

Fist and palm met, but there was none of the expected stalemate.

That seemingly feminine and eerie Cloud-Flipping Palm force was like paper before the overbearing dragon-shaped fist-gang, instantly torn and crushed.

The purple-gold dragon shadow’s momentum didn’t decrease as it slammed heavily into Hei Yun’s chest.

Puff!

Hei Yun was hit as if by a bolt of lightning. His chest visibly caved in, and the blood he spat out was mixed with fragments of internal organs. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Finally, he smashed heavily against the rock wall. By the time he slid down, his Aura was withered, and he was gravely injured and on the verge of death.

This scene happened in the blink of an eye.