Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1554 - 1545: To Kill You, One Blow Is Enough!
The fierce beasts rampaged, trampling many lone loose cultivators to death.
Witnessing such a scene, many in the team led by Mo Wangchen began to panic.
"Keep moving forward!"
Only Mo Wangchen remained fearless, giving a low shout that instantly calmed the chaotic team considerably.
Although the cultivation was comparable, cultivators were still no match for the ancient fierce beasts.
On the one hand, the beasts’ bodies were too massive, easily capable of crushing cultivators; on the other hand, these beasts had thick skin and strong defensive power, making it impossible to confront them without enough manpower.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a streak of rainbow light tore through the void, coming from afar at an astonishing speed. As it moved, the rainbow light transformed into an impressive sword qi, and in the blink of an eye, it descended upon a fierce beast.
"Pfft!"
The sword light was fierce and awe-inspiring, instantly slicing the roaring, rampaging beast in two, killing it on the spot.
Such a scene stunned many people. When Mo Wangchen and the others looked, they saw a group of over a hundred people in the distant void rapidly approaching. All of them wielded holy weapons, and had just joined forces to slay a fierce beast.
"Whoosh!"
In another direction, the same scene played out again, with yet another fierce beast being slain by a team of over a hundred people.
"The people from the Northern Desolate have made their move!"
A prodigy from the Eastern Desolate behind Mo Wangchen exclaimed in surprise, recognizing those teams as geniuses from the Northern Desolate.
Soon they realized that there were not just two teams of over a hundred people, but five or six teams in total. After slaughtering a fierce beast, those teams continued to move, aiming to kill all the beasts emerging from the foot of the mountain.
"The idol here is probably being targeted by the people from the Northern Desolate. Such large-scale slaughter, and they have so many people—what’s the point of us going? We’d stand no chance. What should we do now?" someone couldn’t help but say.
Mo Wangchen frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then spoke, "Let’s go over there first."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent. Since they chose to join Mo Wangchen’s team, naturally all actions had to follow his orders. Even though some were reluctant, believing that rushing over would be futile and could likely result in needless death and being teleported out.
But now, with countless fierce beasts emerging beneath every absolute peak, not following the team and acting alone would only be more dangerous. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Reluctantly, they could only continue moving forward with Mo Wangchen.
The closer they got to the absolute peak, the more people they encountered. But most were lone loose cultivators, with only a few having teams, and even those were only teams of a dozen or so people, at most twenty or thirty, much fewer than their team of over sixty people.
Everyone moved forward tacitly, with no one provoking anyone else.
As they approached the foot of the mountain, a colossal ancient ladder stretched straight to the peak.
At this moment, beneath the ladder, most of the Northern Desolate geniuses who had previously joined forces to slay monster beasts had arrived—about three or four hundred people, standing in front of the mountain, blocking the path upward.
"This peak now belongs to our Northern Desolate. Strangers, leave immediately."
Among the Northern Desolate crowd, a young man took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over those gathered at the foot of the mountain, speaking indifferently.
Mo Wangchen narrowed his eyes slightly, recognizing the young man as Chen Han, who he had encountered last night in Taifeng City.
"The idol belongs to no one. This is the test left by the Creation Immortal Venerable. What right does the Northern Desolate have to monopolize it?"
Upon hearing Chen Han’s words, many couldn’t help but frown. They had finally made it here, so how could they be willing to leave just like that?
Moreover, other places with idols had likely already been swarmed by people, so changing targets now would be too late.
"What right?"
Chen Han sneered, "Because our Northern Desolate is the strongest of the four regions, we have the most participants in this test. If any of you have objections, you’re welcome to come up and let me see who doesn’t fear death."
"You!"
The young man who spoke was about to say more but was quickly stopped by his companion beside him, "Forget it, they’re too numerous."
"There are tens of thousands of prodigies participating in this test. So what if there are many from the Northern Desolate? Could there really be more than all three other regions combined?"
At this moment, Mo Wangchen stepped out from the crowd, his expression stern as he looked at Chen Han, continuing to speak, "This peak belongs to no one. Everyone has the qualification to be acknowledged by the idol. The Northern Desolate has no reason to drive others away."
"Mo Wangchen?"
Chen Han’s eyes focused as he narrowed them, recognizing Mo Wangchen. Then he glanced at the over sixty Eastern Desolate prodigies behind Mo Wangchen and sneered coldly, "The numbers are quite substantial, but compared to us, they’re still far too few. I don’t care what you are in the Eastern Desolate, but in this single heaven, with everyone having comparable cultivation, wisely leave immediately."
"What if I say no?"
Mo Wangchen likewise narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, as he stepped forward again.
"Courting death!"
Just as killing intent appeared in Chen Han’s eyes and he was about to make a move, a young man from behind him stepped forward and said, "Brother Chen, dealing with this person doesn’t require your involvement. Outside, I’m not his match, but in this single heaven, with comparable cultivation, I want to see just how capable this rising star of the Eastern Desolate is."
The one who spoke was named Zhao Yan, a descendant of an ancient family in the Northern Desolate. Outside, his cultivation was only at the peak of the Ancient God second stage. Not to mention the four regions, he wouldn’t even stand out within just the Northern Desolate.
But now, with everyone’s cultivation suppressed to the first stage of the Ancient God Realm, Zhao Yan was extremely confident, believing there wasn’t much difference between himself and true prodigies. The only gap was in resources, causing his cultivation to lag behind.
Now that everyone had their cultivation suppressed to the same realm, what did he have to fear?
If he could defeat Mo Wangchen here with equal cultivation, he would surely make a name for himself and receive focused training from his family.
Not just Zhao Yan, but many behind Chen Han had similar thoughts.
However, since Zhao Yan had already stepped forward, they could only sigh as they missed this opportunity.
"Let me see how capable the rising star of the Eastern Desolate is. Take my strike!"
Zhao Yan sneered. As he spoke, a golden long spear appeared in his hand. The divine sea surged, unleashing overwhelming divine power, as the piercing spear light tore through the void, aiming straight for Mo Wangchen’s forehead.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, the void quivered slightly as Mo Wangchen stood motionless, his expression calm. When the attack was about to reach him, he finally moved.
His hand reached forward, and to everyone’s disbelief, they saw Mo Wangchen catching the incoming spear blade with his bare hand. Then, with a casual squeeze, he crushed it into pieces.
"Bang!"
In an instant, he flashed his body forward, tightly clenching his right fist and punching Zhao Yan in the chest, sending him flying backward, coughing up blood and crashing hard into a distant large tree.
"Although the cultivation is comparable, one strike is enough to kill you." His voice was calm, yet clearly heard by everyone present.
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