Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 254 - 245: The Power of a Hair Strand

Chapter 254: Chapter 245: The Power of a Hair Strand

"The Zhou Family Ancestor actually made a move against the Piaomiao Saint?"

"What’s going on? With the status of the Zhou Family Ancestor, isn’t such an action a bit improper?"

The crowd was astonished, yet no one went to stop him. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, but rather, they dared not. Being as powerful as the Zhou Family Ancestor, even if it was just a spiritual body, his level of cultivation was not something that those in the Creation Realm could withstand.

Moreover, these people had no reason to help Mo Wangchen!

Boom!

Mo Wangchen fled desperately, his path marked by thunderous noises that shook heaven and earth. The Zhou Family Ancestor, having shrunk the ground into inches, had already caught up. From the air, he struck down with a palm, the terrifying energy fluctuations enough to extinguish even a Creation Realm powerhouse on the spot.

Bang!

The Hidden Dragon Undying Body was pushed to its limits. Around Mo Wangchen, a faint holy light appeared. At this moment, he utilized the Piaomiao Immortal Scripture. The attack was too powerful, and its coverage was so wide, engulfing all behind him, leaving no chance for Mo Wangchen to escape.

Crack!

Eventually, the force of that palm struck him. Blood sprayed from his mouth as Mo Wangchen’s complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, and as his body was flung backward, he nearly passed out.

Thump!

Finally, Mo Wangchen heavily crashed onto the ground below, creating a deep pit and stirring up dust.

"My cultivation..."

As he climbed up from the ground, a hint of unprecedented madness appeared in his eyes. At this moment, Mo Wangchen felt his cultivation draining away at a terrifying speed.

"You shattered my Spirit Sea?!" He looked up at the Zhou Family Ancestor in the sky, blood still on his lips, and shouted.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of those emerging from Yaochi Immortal Palace froze in shock.

"With the Spirit Sea shattered, it’s as if his cultivation has been ruined. The Piaomiao Saint’s Spirit Sea..."

"Great Emperor candidate list, possessing a Peerless Physique capable of suppressing the Wu Family Divine Body, had his cultivation ruined by the Zhou Family Ancestor!"

The crowd was shocked. The Zhou Family Ancestor’s action was too ruthless. Shattering the Spirit Sea meant that from that point on, Mo Wangchen would be a cripple. Even if he started cultivating anew, it was doubtful he would ever be able to form a Spirit Sea again.

Such a genius, who had just ascended to the Great Emperor candidate list with a Peerless Physique, from today onwards, would be a cripple, having lost his qualification to become an Emperor, turning into the first prodigy of his era to be extinguished in the river of time.

It was decided then, Mo Wangchen would no longer contest with the Wu Family Divine Body, Little Peng King Zhou Tong, and other brightest new stars of this era. He would be forgotten, becoming a speck of dust of the era.

"Since I’ve already made a move, I certainly won’t show mercy. The Physique you possess, if I’m not mistaken, should be the same as that of God-King Ling Changkong from ten thousand years ago, who was peerless in his era, dominating his peers and suppressing the mighty."

"Your existence not only threatens the younger generations of my Zhou family but is also the biggest obstacle for the Wu Family, the Lin Family, and the other Hidden Sects’ Saint Heirs and Saintesses. Even if it means starting a war with the Piaomiao Palace, today, I must slay you."

"If you are to blame, blame yourself for not recognizing what’s good for you. If you had just obeyed earlier..."

At this point, the Zhou Family Ancestor stopped speaking, a terrifying intent to kill appearing in his eyes, and a powerful oppressive force, like a mountain, bore down on Mo Wangchen.

At this moment, Mo Wangchen could clearly feel his Spirit Sea had already shattered, and tremendous Spiritual Power was draining from it; his cultivation had fallen from the ninth peak of the Returning Ruins Realm to merely the first level of the Body Tempering Realm.

He gritted his teeth, his face nearly crazed, "Even if I die, I will make you pay!"

"This spiritual body of yours will be buried with me!" His voice echoed, spreading in all directions.

"Just you?" The Zhou Family Ancestor scoffed, looking at Mo Wangchen as if he were a dead man.

Hum!

However, at that moment, Mo Wangchen took a deep breath, raising his right hand and pointing out through the air with his middle finger.

The next instant, a terrifying energy fluctuation quietly rose, as if to destroy heaven and earth, causing the entire sky to darken.

His finger finally landed, without hesitation, and the hair wrapped around it slowly surfaced, surrounded by Divine Light.

Boom!

Above the boundless Heavenly Vault, the atmospheres roiled, dark clouds surged, and rapidly convened. The next moment, an astonishing lightning interwoven arose as if summoned, stretching downward, merging into Mo Wangchen’s finger.

"How is this possible?!"

At the same time, the crowd outside the Yaochi Immortal Palace turned deathly pale in an instant, some weaker disciples, their inner spiritual power turbulently flowing, uncontrollably spewed out fresh blood from their mouths.

This finger, like the wrath of the heavens, carried an astonishing destructive force, as it pointed towards the Zhou Family Ancestor from afar.

Crack!

Simultaneously, Mo Wangchen’s finger burst open with cracks, flesh blurred and bloody, his breathing grew heavy. By now, he could no longer control the might of even a single hair.

Boom!

The power to destroy and obliterate exploded. The strand of hair flew out from his fingers, instantly expanding into a Thunder Dragon surrounded by Divine Light, roaring before it blasted towards the Zhou Family Ancestor.

Zhou Family Ancestor’s expression underwent a drastic change; he could never have imagined Mo Wangchen could initiate such an astonishing attack, one that even his True Form, were it to descend, would likely fail to withstand.

Whoosh!

He turned around without hesitation and fled.

Though the Spiritual Body was not the True Form, and its destruction wouldn’t cause his true death, the slaughter of his Spiritual Body would still impact his True Form—mildly unsettling his Dao Heart or severely reducing his cultivation!

Boom!

The Zhou Family Ancestor reacted swiftly, but the power and speed of Mo Wangchen’s finger far exceeded his expectations, even utilizing Shrinking Ground into Inches couldn’t help; in the blink of an eye, the Thunder Dragon that was transformed from the hair had reached him.

As a scream reverberated through the skies, the next moment, Zhou Family Ancestor’s Spiritual Body directly exploded into a blood mist, instantly perishing!

Pfft!

Thousands of miles away, deep within the Zhou Family, an elder awoke from his meditation; fresh blood spurted from his mouth, and his complexion greatly wilted at that moment.

This person was none other than the True Form of the Zhou Family Ancestor, his eyes filled with horror as he recalled Mo Wangchen’s offensive finger, his face still slightly fearful!

...

"How is this possible?!"

"The Spiritual Body of the Zhou Family Ancestor was actually slain!"

Outside the Yaochi Immortal Palace, the crowd looked stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

Pfft!

Mo Wangchen spat out another mouthful of blood, his consciousness blurred, about to faint entirely.

He gritted his teeth and frantically searched within his storage ring, "Hmm?"

A fragment he found not long ago beneath a fissure where Kunpeng had appeared, was flipped out.

While Mo Wangchen’s brow slightly furrowed, the fragment suddenly quivered slightly and then transformed into a streak of flowing light that entered his chest.

He shuddered violently, his face growing even paler, feeling that at this moment, the Spirit Sea within him had completely dispersed, leaving nothing behind.

Squeal!

With no time to ponder further, he finally found the Copper Mirror sealing the Nine Heavens Phoenix. The Phoenix flew out, shrieking, and Mo Wangchen, with difficulty, climbed onto the Phoenix’s back, no longer able to sustain himself, and completely passed out.

Immediately afterward, the Phoenix ascended into the sky, but not before turning back to look at the crowd standing at the gate of the Yaochi Immortal Palace, where Qin Yue stood.

Squeal!

The Phoenix shrieked again, its voice and those fiery red eyes seemingly carrying a hint of reproach.

With its fiery red wings flapping, under the gaze of everyone present, the Phoenix didn’t linger, transforming into a Divine Rainbow, and flew away.

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