Chapter 131: A One-Sided Massacre (2)

The originally noisy canyon instantly fell silent.

The playfulness and disdain on Black Feather’s face completely vanished.

His pupils shrank as he stared fixedly at the purple-gold dragon scale phantom that had not yet completely dissipated on Chen Chuan’s body, exclaiming in shock:

"Bloodline Power? And it’s a Dragon Clan Bloodline!"

The other members of the Black Wolf Group were also completely dumbfounded. The arrogant smiles on their faces froze, replaced by deep shock and a hint of unease.

They hadn’t expected that this kid, who seemingly only had the cultivation of the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, would actually possess such a powerful Bloodline Divine Ability, severely wounding Hei Yun of the Third Level with a single move.

"Hei Feng, Hei Tu! Go together and kill him!"

Black Feather reacted extremely quickly and immediately barked out orders.

He realized that in a one-on-one fight, none of his subordinates except himself could steadily defeat this eerie Holy Land kid.

The two men named Hei Feng and Hei Tu—one using twin hooks and the other a heavy hammer—had cultivations at the Fourth and Fifth Levels of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, respectively.

The two looked at each other, both seeing the solemnity in the other’s eyes. They didn’t dare to be careless anymore and simultaneously erupted with their full power, attacking Chen Chuan from the left and right.

"Gale Hook Shadows!"

"Earth-Splitting Heavy Hammer!"

The hook shadows were like the wind, sweeping and cutting.

The heavy hammer was like a mountain, heavy and powerful.

The two coordinated perfectly, cutting off Chen Chuan’s retreat.

However, Chen Chuan, who had activated the Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, was far superior to those of the same rank in terms of strength, speed, and defense.

His body shifted like a swimming dragon as he threaded through the gaps in the attacks, both fists striking out amidst bursts of dragon roars.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled sounds rang out. Hei Feng’s twin hooks were shaken away by the Dragon Yuan, and the skin between his thumb and forefinger split open.

Hei Tu’s heavy hammer was hit by Chen Chuan’s fist and knocked off course, nearly flying out of his hand.

Chen Chuan pressed his advantage and closed in. Dragon Yuan surged between his palms and fingers as he instantly struck out dozens of times, sending the two of them stumbling back while spitting blood, looking incredibly wretched.

"Useless!" Black Feather felt a fire rising in his heart. No longer able to hold back, he roared: "Kid, stop being so arrogant! Die!"

He finally stepped in personally, and his cultivation at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm fully exploded.

The Ghost Head Saber turned into a black streak, carrying a shrill ghostly wail as it tore through the air, slashing directly at Chen Chuan’s head.

This strike contained his entire life’s cultivation and was incredibly ruthless, swearing to cleave Chen Chuan in two.

Facing this peerless and sharp blade, Chen Chuan’s expression remained unchanged. The Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture within him operated frantically, and the purple-gold Dragon Yuan surged like a tide.

He pressed his fingers together like a sword, and a foot-long purple-gold Dragon Yuan Sword-gang condensed at his fingertips. Instead of retreating, he advanced and met the attack head-on.

Clang!

The sound of clashing metal echoed through the canyon, and sparks flew in all directions.

To Black Feather’s utter horror, his full-strength strike was actually blocked head-on by Chen Chuan’s finger sword.

Not only that, but the overbearing and peerless power transmitted from the finger sword made his arm go numb, and the Ghost Head Saber nearly slipped from his hand.

"How is this possible?"

Waves of shock crashed through Black Feather’s heart.

He was at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

The opponent was clearly only at the First Level, so how could his strength be even more powerful than his own?

Chen Chuan’s eyes were cold, and his offensive was like a tide.

Every attack contained terrifying Dragon Yuan power, transforming into streaks of purple-gold dragon shadows that completely enveloped Black Feather.

Black Feather could only barely hold on by relying on his rich experience and thick spiritual power. He was beaten back step by step, and his situation was perilous, making him look incredibly pathetic.

"Captain!"

"Let’s go together! This kid is weird!"

The remaining members of the Black Wolf Group finally lost their composure when they saw that even their leader was being suppressed.

They realized that Chen Chuan was by no means an ordinary First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, but a peerless monstrous talent who could fight across ranks.

They no longer cared about any rules of one-on-one combat and roared one after another, each using their ultimate skills to besiege Chen Chuan from all directions.

Facing the combined siege of seven people, Chen Chuan’s figure was like a dragon, weaving through the flashes of blades and swords.

Though he was fighting many alone, he was completely fearless and even seemed to have the upper hand.

"Kid, you’re indeed powerful, but with the seven of us working together, we can wear you down to death." Black Feather gritted his teeth, trying to shake Chen Chuan with words.

"That’s right. If you want to kill the seven of us by yourself, it’s just wishful thinking." The other members also shouted, trying to regain some morale.

Hearing this, the corner of Chen Chuan’s mouth curled into a cold arc: "Is that so?"

He suddenly pulled back a distance and joined his hands in front of him.

In an instant, four different colors of flames emerged from his palms.

Under his exquisite control, the four types of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Flames rapidly merged.

Ultimately, they formed a Four-Colored Fire Lotus only the size of a palm, yet it emitted an Aura that made the Soul tremble.

The fire lotus rotated slowly, and the surrounding space began to distort slightly.

"What is that?"

The members of the Black Wolf Group looked at the beautiful Four-Colored Fire Lotus with confusion and bewilderment.

But Black Feather’s perception far exceeded the others, and the moment that fire lotus took shape.

The hair all over his body stood on end, and an unprecedented sense of lethal crisis enveloped his heart.

"Not good! Scatter, quickly!!"

Black Feather roared at the top of his lungs, his body frantically retreating.

However, it was already too late.

Chen Chuan’s eyes were indifferent as he gently pushed the Four-Colored Fire Lotus forward.

"Annihilate."

The Four-Colored Fire Lotus drifted lightly toward the center of the seven members of the Black Wolf Group, and then, the moment it touched the ground.

Rumble!

As if the sun had fallen to the human world, an indescribable and terrifying explosion occurred.

Four-colored light soared into the sky, turning into a giant mushroom cloud of flame, and the destructive energy shockwave spread frantically in all directions like a tsunami.

Rocks, corpses, goods... everything in the canyon was burned to nothingness the moment it touched the four-colored flames.

The screams were completely drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

When the blinding light gradually faded and the deafening roar subsided.

The original canyon was beyond recognition. A huge charred pit had appeared in the central area, and the rocks at the edges had been burned into a glass-like state.

At the bottom of the pit, the seven members of the Black Wolf Group were charred all over, their clothes in tatters, lying there on the verge of death.

They couldn’t even move a single finger, and their eyes were filled with endless fear and disbelief.

Chen Chuan walked over expressionlessly. With a raise of his hand and a fall of his sword, he cut off the seven heads one by one, wrapped them in a black cloth, and put them into his storage ring.

Then, he skillfully removed the storage rings from the fingers of the seven men. With a quick sweep of his Divine Sense, he saw quite a few miscellaneous items inside.

But what satisfied him most was that they added up to a full ten thousand catties of low-grade Origin Stones.

This was equivalent to one hundred billion gold tickets, another good bit of income.

After doing all this, Chen Chuan didn’t stay any longer. His figure flashed, and he quickly left the canyon that had been turned into scorched earth.

An hour later, as Chen Chuan was traveling rapidly through the mountain forest, his brow suddenly furrowed slightly.

He felt a faint but somewhat familiar Aura coming from not far ahead.

With a hint of doubt, he changed direction and quietly made his way toward the location where the Aura was coming from.