Chapter 570 - 568: The Might of the Divine Statue

Just as Mr. Qiu Shui was about to kill Chang Mao and Wenzhu.

Chang Mao and Wenzhu broke into cold sneers.

Their smiles held a trace of sinister ruthlessness.

"Mr. Qiu Shui, you’re far too arrogant."

"Do you really think you can kill us today?"

As he spoke, Chang Mao roared with laughter and exchanged a look with Wenzhu.

The two of them suddenly slapped their chests.

"PFFT!"

"PFFT!"

They both spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Instantly, the blood flew toward the statue at the edge of the square.

Mr. Qiu Shui was confused, with no idea what was happening.

"SWISH!"

Two streams of blood splattered onto the statue.

In that very instant, the statue of the Alchemist Guild, which had remained motionless for years, suddenly began to hum and vibrate.

"Hahaha, Mr. Qiu Shui! Did you think you were so incredible just because you broke through to the Martial Emperor realm?"

"Let’s see if you can withstand the power of our Alchemist Guild predecessor’s statue today!"

Chang Mao laughed, a wild and unbridled laugh.

Even though he was injured, he showed no fear—only a crazed glee.

That’s right. He had activated the statue’s power—something countless Alchemists from the Alchemist Guild had failed to do. And yet, he had succeeded.

This statue contained a world-shaking might.

According to legend, it could suppress and kill all, and it was even rumored to have slain a Martial Emperor expert.

The statue’s terrifying power had always been the stuff of legends, since no one had ever been able to wield it.

But now, the statue was vibrating.

Mr. Qiu Shui’s eyes widened in astonishment, in complete disbelief.

Seeing the statue tremble, his own body began to visibly shake.

"This... This is impossible."

"You... How could you possibly activate the statue’s power?"

He was the President of the Alchemist Guild and had also tried to activate the statue’s power. But despite a lifetime of research, he had never been able to make it move.

Legend said the statue protected the Alchemist Guild and would only activate in times of disaster. Over the years, the Alchemist Guild had been peaceful and had not faced any such calamities.

Thus, the statue had never shown any signs of activity.

Now, it was moving. This was simply incredible.

Something he could not do, Chang Mao and Wenzhu had accomplished.

"BOOM!"

The moment the statue stirred, an earth-shattering might emanated from it.

This might was like the might of the heavens themselves—unstoppable.

"RUMBLE!"

The statue’s power spread out, enveloping the entire Alchemist Guild.

At that moment, everyone—whether they were onlookers or Alchemists of the Alchemist Guild—felt this power, and their expressions changed drastically.

Instantly, their bodies moved against their will, and they knelt before the statue.

Chang Mao, Wenzhu, Wen Shixuan, and Wen Shixi all knelt.

The statue’s power was too terrifying, too fearsome. It was like the sky itself pressing down on everyone’s head.

No matter who you were, what your status was, or what your Cultivation was, you had to kneel.

Chang Mao and Wenzhu were beside themselves with excitement.

They were even trembling with excitement.

"It moved! The statue finally moved!"

"Hahaha! Everything is under control."

The two of them looked completely crazed.

Only Mr. Qiu Shui, his body wracked with tremors, barely managed to resist kneeling under the statue’s oppressive might.

But as he clenched his jaw and desperately held on, a storm was raging in his heart.

Even with his Martial Emperor Cultivation, he felt no will to resist in the face of the statue. It wasn’t that he was weak, but that the statue was simply far, far too strong.

Venerable Black Water, after holding on for a moment, finally let out a bitter laugh.

"THUD!"

He dropped to his knees on the spot, all other thoughts vanishing.

This was the statue left by their Alchemist Guild predecessors, meant to protect the Alchemist Guild.

But now, the statue was about to kill a member of the Alchemist Guild.

Jiang Chen watched all of this. He stood there, and while he could feel the statue’s boundless power, its oppressive might had no effect on him whatsoever.

He stood out like a crane among chickens.

Standing naturally with his hands behind his back.

However, his heart was filled with questions.

’This is Zheng Tiangong’s statue. It contains his Divine Techniques. He even manifested his spirit within it once, making it even more powerful.’

’But it isn’t affecting me now. Could it be that the statue Zheng Tiangong left behind... recognizes me?’

This was what puzzled him.

Of course, the power of Zheng Tiangong’s statue was undoubtedly terrifying.

He felt that even if he summoned the Fang Yinzi from the Ghost Temple, he might not be able to escape from the statue.

Fortunately, the statue seemed to pose no threat to him.

Looking around, he saw that almost everyone had dropped to their knees in terror.

Only Mr. Qiu Shui was still struggling to stay standing.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, he noticed another person.

Someone else who hadn’t knelt.

He looked over. The person was clad in a black robe that obscured their face, their features impossible to discern.

But they were standing there, completely composed.

’Mr. Gu?’

He recognized him. It was Mr. Gu, the man who was always by the Second Prince Wen Shixi’s side—the same man who had dug out his Martial Vein.

As he looked over, Mr. Gu seemed to look up at him. Though his true face was hidden beneath the black robe, Jiang Chen knew Mr. Gu was watching him.

’This person... is strange.’

Jiang Chen already knew that Mr. Gu was a Wizard, but he was now discovering that Wizards were even more bizarre than he had imagined.

He was completely unmoved in the face of such a powerful statue.

Of course, Mr. Gu was also extremely shocked.

His mind was reeling.

’I’m only able to face this statue without kneeling because I have a treasure from my Wizard clan.’

’But why isn’t Jiang Chen kneeling?’

’Could it be that he also possesses a great treasure?’

Mr. Gu also found Jiang Chen to be quite strange.

"Mr. Qiu Shui! Faced with the divine might of our Alchemist Guild’s predecessor, why have you not knelt?"

"Are you trying to rebel?"

Chang Mao knelt there, staring at Mr. Qiu Shui and scolding him with a smug look on his face.

But Mr. Qiu Shui replied coldly, "If the statue is merely helping a tyrant do evil, why should I kneel to it?"

He was resolute, unwilling to bow to evil forces.

At that, Chang Mao suddenly burst into laughter.

"Good! You truly are Mr. Qiu Shui."

"However, your good days have come to an end."

He then turned respectfully to the statue. "Lord Statue, though I do not know your true name, I implore you today to suppress and kill this traitor to the Alchemist Guild, Mr. Qiu Shui!"

BUZZ!

The statue vibrated once more, then suddenly shot up from the ground.

It soared into the sky.

Carrying with it a terrifying aura.

A majestic, heavenly might descended with a crash.

Pressing down toward Mr. Qiu Shui.

Before the statue even arrived, Mr. Qiu Shui could already feel the horrifying pressure rushing toward him.

The pressure was overwhelming, like a ten-thousand-fathom mountain crashing down on him.

His body was bearing an incomparable pressure.

"SWOOSH!"

In an instant, Mr. Qiu Shui’s face turned pale, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He looked as if he was about to collapse.