Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 421 - 412: Both True and False

Chapter 421: Chapter 412: Both True and False

Bang!

With incredible speed, two arrows flew and instantly killed the enemy Cultivator who had just attacked, his body exploding into a mist of blood.

Whoosh Whoosh!

Mo Wangchen did not hesitate. As his Divine Bow rapidly fired, radiant light shimmered, with arrows continuously shooting out. Each arrow aimed straight for the target’s brow, and in just a moment, more than a dozen enemy Cultivators lay dead by his hand.

"Kill him!"

"This man actually holds an Emperor Weapon, quickly join forces to suppress him!"

Soon, Mo Wangchen’s actions gained the attention of many. In an instant, over a dozen Cultivators clad in gray Battle Armor charged towards him, all at the Nirvana Realm level, their Spiritual Power surging as they attempted to execute him together.

Whoosh!

Mo Wangchen leaped, dodging while continuously firing arrows, instantly killing several of his assailants.

Seeing Mo Wangchen effortlessly killing their Nirvana Realm counterparts, the remaining enemies stopped advancing, eyeing him warily. One of them said,

"This man’s Cultivation is not weak, and he holds an Emperor Weapon, the Divine Bow. He’s beyond our capability to suppress. Quickly, call our Saint Venerable over to eliminate him!"

Whoosh Whoosh!

They did not continue their assault, but Mo Wangchen was not just going to stand by. While they were speaking, he let loose his Divine Bow again, killing three more.

Hum!

Not far ahead, suddenly a brilliant radiance burst forth, and a golden Big Cauldron appeared, distorting the space around it.

The next moment, the Big Cauldron slammed towards Mo Wangchen with a momentum that shook heaven and earth, like a giant mountain pressing down.

Mo Wangchen’s gaze sharpened. The Golden Tripod was imbued with the Power of the Primordial Spirit, and the aura of the True Meaning of the Tao surrounded it, clearly an attack from an enemy Saint Venerable aiming to suppress him.

Boom Boom!

The Divine Bow kept firing, arrows exploding in front of the Golden Tripod, trying to hold it off. But the Tripod was terrifying; after dozens of arrows, Mo Wangchen realized he couldn’t shake it at all.

It still bore down with fearsome momentum, relentlessly pressing towards him.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Mo Wangchen burst into Holy Light. At that moment, he utilized his Divine King Body, his immense presence causing his clothing to snap and flutter, his whole demeanor taking on an ethereal quality.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion resounded as Mo Wangchen clenched his fist and fiercely struck the Golden Tripod, sending it flying away.

He squinted, eyes locking onto a certain direction where a figure was striding through the air, unmistakably the Saint Venerable Cultivator who had launched the Golden Tripod. His eyes were filled with a murderous intent focused on Mo Wangchen.

Hiss Hiss Hiss!

The Divine Bow continued firing, and in the blink of an eye, several arrows flew out towards the advancing Saint Venerable.

Crack!

The Saint Venerable, looking grim, extended his hand and destroyed all the arrows. He regarded Mo Wangchen as if looking at a dead man.

Roar!

Suddenly, that Saint Venerable formed a hand seal, and the next moment, two Giant Dragons roared forth, their bodies over a hundred meters long. They swallowed the enemy soldiers who were engaged in combat around them.

Afterward, the two dragons set their sights on Mo Wangchen, exploding forward. Their dragon claws reached out through the air, terrible sharpness flying towards him, intent on slashing him to death.

Crack!

Crack!

Mo Wangchen’s Divine Bow was full drawn, firing several arrows that pierced through the ominous sharpness.

At the same time, he soared into the air, bursting forth and heavily striking with his palm. The terrifying Power of the Body instantly killed one of the Giant Dragons.

"Roar!"

Another dragon charged at him, opening its huge mouth, intending to swallow Mo Wangchen whole.

Whoosh!

The Divine Bow was fully drawn, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of arrows shot out, rushing into the mouth of the Giant Dragon. Then, with a thought, Mo Wangchen detonated the arrows, smashing the dragon’s head to pieces and killing it instantly.

"Die!"

Above his head, the Saint Venerable powerhouse was already close. He descended from the sky, terrible fluctuations tumbling within the palm of his hand as he struck towards Mo Wangchen’s head; the force of this blow was enough to flatten a mountain.

However, Mo Wangchen was not afraid at all. He stowed away the Divine Bow, surrounded by a halo of Holy Light, clinching his fists like the Sun Divine Child. The power of the Holy Rank Divine King Body burst to its extremity as he threw a punch to meet the attack.

Boom!

As they collided, the sound was earth-shattering, and the terrifying surge rolled outward, sweeping away the figures engaged in battle nearby.

"How is this possible?"

During the clash, the arm of the Saint Venerable powerhouse went numb, and his body was sent flying a hundred meters away. He looked at Mo Wangchen with a shocked expression.

"Kill!"

Mo Wangchen shouted deeply, his body bursting forward aggressively.

Boom, boom!

The Saint Venerable powerhouse, his face losing any trace of underestimation, scoffed coldly. Then, pressing out with a void hand infused with the True Meaning of Tao Law, he launched a powerful attack at Mo Wangchen.

Inside his body, a golden sword swept out, enlarging in the blink of an eye. It cleaved the air and split the large hand in two. Mo Wangchen’s body soared, rapidly closing the distance to his adversary.

His fist was already gathered with a terrifying power, smashing down like a mountain.

Bang!

A dull sound echoed as the Saint Venerable powerhouse was punched and sent flying, coughing up blood, his eyes filled with a look of terror.

"Who is that person? Able to suppress a mighty Saint Venerable?"

"Look at him; he’s very young. He must be one of our side’s prodigies!"

Their fight had already attracted the attention of many. The enemy cultivators were now looking terrified, while those on Mo Wangchen’s side were heated with intense fighting spirit.

"Kill!"

The crowd shouted loudly, their killing intent boiling over, intensifying the battle further.

"Retreat!"

Eventually, seeing the situation turning sour, a Saint Venerable powerhouse on the enemy’s side bellowed, beginning the retreat. They no longer wished to continue the fight, as the losses would only become more severe, potentially leading to their complete annihilation.

"Do not chase a defeated foe; pull back to Two Realm Pass!"

One of the Saint Venerable powerhouses on his side shouted, preventing the troops from pursuing.

Soon after, everyone retreated. Mo Wangchen slightly frowned but did not hesitate too much, following them as they flew towards the distant sky.

...

Before long, they arrived in front of a city tower. Looking out, it was an ancient city, surrounded by walls a hundred meters high, resembling a Giant Dragon that encircled the entire city within.

"You do not seem to be a part of my troop, young man. Under which Marshal do you serve?"

After entering the city, the Saint Venerable powerhouse who had blocked a strike for Mo Wangchen earlier spoke with doubt.

"I am..."

Mo Wangchen frowned slightly, unsure how to respond. He could be certain that everything happening now was from the ancient era, truly existing once, a sort of special Illusion Realm, both real and illusory.

Seeing Mo Wangchen silent, the Saint Venerable powerhouse frowned slightly, but there wasn’t much suspicion in his heart. If Mo Wangchen were a spy from the enemy, he wouldn’t have killed so many of their fighters just now.

And he had even caused a mighty Saint Venerable to spit blood.

"Show me your Battle Merit Token." He looked towards Mo Wangchen’s waist, speaking up.

Mo Wangchen was startled for a moment, then also looked down to see a special token hanging from his waist. He took it off and handed it to the other.

"Xiang Qing."

These were the two characters engraved on one side of the token, denoting the camp to which Mo Wangchen belonged to, the name of its Marshal.

"A few days ago, Julu City fell, Marshal Xiang Qing died in battle. Did you escape from Julu City?" The Saint Venerable powerhouse sighed and said to Mo Wangchen.

Mo Wangchen could only nod, at a loss for words. These events were something he knew nothing about.

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