Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1555 - 1546: However Many Come, I’ll Kill That Many!
"Puff!"
Zhao Yan’s body slammed fiercely into a large tree, then fell to the ground below, unable to hold back another bout of coughing blood, his face extremely pale.
"Bang!"
Finally, he could no longer endure, his body exploded with a loud bang, perishing on the spot, and was transmitted out of the First Heaven.
Thus, he lost his qualification for the examination.
"Kill him for me!"
Chen Han’s expression darkened, never expecting that Mo Wangchen, who was also at the first tier of the Ancient God Realm, could still be so powerful, killing Zhao Yan with a single blow.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
As the words fell, soon, over a dozen people were seen darting out from behind Chen Han, all wielding their Holy Weapons, mobilizing their Divine Sea, encircling Mo Wangchen with overwhelming force.
"A bunch of weaklings, no matter how many you come, I’ll kill you all."
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, taking the initiative to attack. He strode forward, his tightly clenched fists burst with divine light, smashing out one after another.
"Bang!"
With each strike, someone would be shattered into a bloody mist on the spot, dying instantly.
It was an astonishing sight, as Mo Wangchen was like an invincible War God, constantly forcing his way forward, unstoppable.
"This person’s body is strong, we must not underestimate him, we need to slay him with Holy Weapons!"
Someone shouted angrily. It was rumored that Mo Wangchen possessed a certain Human Clan Divine Body, comparable to the Undying Sword Body, which no one dared to underestimate.
"Buzz..."
At the next moment, an ancient copper bell flew out, enlarging in the blink of an eye, transforming into the size of a Heavenly Mountain, covering the Heavenly Vault, divine power pouring down, suppressing fiercely towards Mo Wangchen.
"Bang!"
Only to see, he snorted disdainfully, turning his fist into a palm, clapping out fiercely.
Roaring palm power swept through Changkong like a volcanic eruption, smashing into the copper bell violently.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The copper bell instantly shattered, countless cracks appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it exploded into pieces.
"What?"
Seeing such a scene, Chen Han finally couldn’t sit still. Even a Holy Weapon could be shattered by hand; just how powerful had Mo Wangchen’s body become?
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
Heavy sounds echoed, accompanied by screams, Mo Wangchen did not care what others thought, he advanced boldly, every strike killed a person, and none could withstand it.
"Kill! All of you attack!"
Chen Han was completely furious, hundreds of prides from the Northern Desolate were here, yet they continued to fall and be transmitted out in Mo Wangchen’s hands, a fact that left one discontented. Even if Mo Wangchen was powerful, his cultivation was suppressed to the first tier of the Ancient God Realm, with similar cultivation, could they not handle just one Mo Wangchen?
"Swish, swish, swish!"
At the moment Chen Han’s words fell, hundreds of figures rose from behind him, all wielding Supreme Sacred Weapons, driving their Divine Sea to its extreme, all wanting to tear Mo Wangchen apart on the spot.
"Let’s go help too!"
From behind, the small team of over sixty people that came with Mo Wangchen finally spoke up. They were all cultivators from the Eastern Desolate, and now Mo Wangchen fighting alone against hundreds of prides was bound to be strenuous. If they didn’t even have the courage to strike, how could they speak of opportunities?
"Don’t make unnecessary sacrifices, I can handle this myself."
However, before those people could act, Mo Wangchen spoke up, stopping them.
"Courting death!"
"Daring to look down on us Northern Desolate prides, kill him!"
The Northern Desolate prides were utterly enraged upon hearing this; Mo Wangchen’s words were undoubtedly a contempt towards them.
"Even if our cultivation is equivalent, in my eyes, you still resemble mere ants."
Mo Wangchen scoffed, taking steps forward with disdain in his words, swinging his Divine Fist, making even the void tremble.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
He delivered thirteen consecutive punches, sweeping through everything in front of him, and no one could hold their ground. Thirteen people died instantly, transmitted out.
Even if they were Sacred Weapons, when faced with Mo Wangchen’s Divine King Body, they were no different from ordinary mortal weapons, all being crumbled to dust.
He fought alone, moving freely among hundreds of people, like an Ancient Demon, anyone targeted by Mo Wangchen perished.
It was an incredible sight, as if it were not hundreds of people besieging Mo Wangchen, but him slaughtering those hundreds alone.
"He’s truly too strong!"
"This is the rising star of the Eastern Desolate, even with cultivation suppressed to the first tier of the Ancient God Realm; none are his equal in a single strike before Mo Wangchen."
"A genius is always a genius, even in the same realm, he still possesses invincible potential!"
The surrounding crowd spoke in low voices, all shocked to the extreme. Especially those prides from the Eastern Desolate, some were initially not in favor of Mo Wangchen coming here, but now, witnessing his display of unrivaled valor, they finally understood.
In the face of a genius, numbers clearly no longer held an advantage.
"Red Dragon Sky-Tearing Hand!"
Suddenly, an angry shout echoed, and everyone looked around, only to see Chen Han finally unable to stay put, watching as the hundreds of Northern Desolate prides were continuously slain by Mo Wangchen, he was heartbroken. In this First Heaven, losing too many would have a huge impact on future assessments.
"Roar!"
As if a dragon’s roar echoed, the upper void seemed to tear apart, an ancient and terrifying Azure Dragon Claw extended from within, shattering everything in its path, distorting space, large areas collapsing.
This was a terrifying Holy Technique, Chen Han either did not act, or when he did, it was a killing move, intending to land a fatal strike on Mo Wangchen!
"A firefly’s light, daring to compete with a bright moon?"
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, casually slaying two approaching Northern Desolate prides, then extended his hand upward, "Flame Dragon Chaotic Sky Slash!"
"Buzz..."
The space trembled violently, the temperature of the scene rapidly rising at this moment. Under everyone’s gaze, a giant blade wreathed in red flames slowly appeared in the void.
"Whoosh!"
When the giant blade formed, it slashed forcefully, chopping towards the azure dragon claw tearing through the Heavenly Vault.
"Crack, crack..."
The giant claw was chopped into pieces, scattering and dissipating, turning into void.
Yet the giant blade’s force remained undiminished. After shattering the Azure Dragon Claw, its direction suddenly shifted greatly, slashing fiercely at Chen Han below.
"Bang!"
Chen Han’s expression changed drastically, the giant blade’s power exceeded his current capacity to withstand. Both at the first tier of the Ancient God Realm, yet Mo Wangchen’s strike far surpassed what a first-tier Ancient God Realm practitioner could deliver.
He had no time for further thoughts, using overwhelming divine power to protect his body, forced to take it head-on!
The giant blade fell in the blink of an eye, violently striking Chen Han’s chest, and the immense impact sent him flying, accompanied by the sound of breaking reaching the crowd’s ears.
Chen Han’s protective divine power was long shattered, his face pale, he could no longer endure, coughing blood heavily.
