Da Xuan Martial Saint - Chapter 731 - Chapter 731: Chapter 408: Breach_2
Chapter 731: Chapter 408: Breach_2
Qiankun One Finger!
Even though the Formation Light Screen blocked most of its power, the remaining force was still extremely terrifying. As soon as it was unleashed, it gave off an almost suffocating sense of oppression, as if facing the collapse of Mount Tai, unstoppable.
“Sacred Tree Supporting the Sky!”
Chieftain Ling Feng, as the leader of this large settlement, a figure at the Grandmaster level, reacted immediately. With an ancient shout, he lifted his wooden staff high.
In an instant, over a hundred elite members of the Spirit People Race exerted their strength together, the surging Spiritual Power gathered and transformed into a tree. It resembled a small Xunmu tree, a verdant giant appeared suddenly, advancing towards the Finger Force pressed down by Chen Mu.
Boom!!!
In the void, a Qiankun Finger Print descended mightily, colliding with the illusory Xunmu giant tree, unleashing a devastating force like the earth-shattering upheaval of mountains. In the end, Ling Feng and many elite Spirit People managed to withstand this strike with great effort.
This time, Chen Mu’s attack did not cause casualties, but the expressions of the many elite Spirit People, as well as Chieftain Ling Feng, turned rather ugly.
The threat of Chen Mu was too great!
He was not only able to forcefully break through the Formation Light Screen conjured by the power of the Xunmu, but even after penetrating the Formation, the remaining force was still horrifyingly potent, filled with an intense oppression, demanding their full attention to counter.
Under such circumstances, if it were only Chen Mu alone, they could barely manage, able to hastily defend. But the problem was, aside from Chen Mu, there were a good forty-plus Grandmasters present!
At this moment.
The many Grandmasters, led by Jiang Han and Yan Hong, continued to bombard the Formation Light Screen. Even though this Formation Light Screen was rooted in the power of the Xunmu, seemingly endless, the pressure it bore was too great—the foundations making up the Formation had begun to buckle!
Even though the power of the Xunmu was inexhaustible, the Formation Base that contained this force was continuously degrading. In the end, it was bound to shatter. By then, the Formation would utterly collapse.
Full well knowing the crisis was imminent, Ling Feng and many others from the Spirit People Race were utterly helpless, their faces growing increasingly grim.
Chen Mu, however, remained unfazed from beginning to end. From time to time, he closed in on the front of the Formation, striking with a finger, imposing pressure on Ling Feng and the many Spirit People, forcing them to be unable to divert their attention to contend against Yan Hong and the others, while also observing his surroundings.
“Still not taking action?”
In Chen Mu’s perception, within a several-mile radius, there was no anomaly, nor could he sense Ling Huan’s presence.
This large settlement was under their siege, and the Formation Light Screen likely couldn’t resist even for a quarter of an hour. If Ling Huan, the Spiritual Ancestor, didn’t take action soon, this settlement would basically be unsustainable.
But as the onslaught from Yan Hong and the others grew fiercer, and the Formation of the Spirit People Race settlement became increasingly strained, Ling Huan’s figure and presence never appeared. It was unclear whether he was being held back by other forces elsewhere or for some other reason.
Chen Mu had always kept a measure of his strength in reserve to guard against the Spiritual Ancestor, but since the adversary never showed himself, he wouldn’t be deterred. He continued to exert great pressure with each finger strike on the Formation Light Screen and the Spirit People inside it.
One finger,
Two fingers,
Three fingers,
…
Forty-nine fingers!
As Chen Mu’s forty-ninth finger descended, this momentous Finger Force touched upon the Formation Light Screen, no longer piercing through to create a small gap but instead shattered a several feet long crack that continued to spread in all directions.
It was as if everyone heard something shattering; it was the sound of the Formation Base, which supported the Formation Light Screen and operated the power of the Xunmu, crumbling under the relentless assault, finally unable to bear the load and completely breaking apart!
Crack! Crack!!!
The attacks from Yan Hong and the others successively struck the Formation Light Screen, causing it to fracture like a mirror, with cracks spreading and multiplying until they were interconnected.
Ultimately, under the horrified and despairing gazes of Chieftain Ling Feng and many Spirit People, the whole Formation Light Screen finally broke apart with a loud crash!
“Kill.”
Without any excessive excitement, Jiang Han simply gave the cold command.
The Formation condensed from the power of Xunmu shattered, leaving the remaining Spirit People Race like lambs to the slaughter. Although their Chieftain Ling Feng was a figure at the Grandmaster level, with over a hundred elite warriors comparable to the Six Viscera Realm under his command, together they formed a force not to be underestimated. Yet, compared to Jiang Han and many other Grandmasters, they were still far from sufficient.
At this moment, there was no longer any need for Chen Mu to take action. Jiang Han and Yan Zhengyang had already taken the lead, penetrating deep into the large settlement and engaging in combat with Chieftain Ling Feng and many of the Spirit People Race’s elite warriors. In a moment, corpses were strewn across the ground.
Whoosh!
Blood spilled from the corners of Chieftain Ling Feng’s mouth, and he looked utterly disheveled as he fled into the distance without looking back, even the wooden staff in his hand bearing several cracks. He had abandoned the settlement, hoping to escape alone.
But before he could get very far, a powerful sword light came roaring towards him, slashing towards his back.
“Stay.”
Yan Zhengyang spoke indifferently, sword in hand, as he chased after him.
Facing the Sword Momentum from behind, knowing he could not evade, Ling Feng gritted his teeth, turned around, and swung his staff, striking the sword light. A clear, metallic clash erupted as he forcibly restrained the Sword Momentum.
“Die!”
It was then that another rough voice sounded.
It was a burly, bronze-skinned Grandmaster from Jiang Han’s team who ferociously punched down from above, aiming for Chieftain Ling Feng’s head, the Vigorous energy brewing within his physique exploding like thunder upon impact.
Struggling under Yan Zhengyang’s sword, Ling Feng was already overwhelmed. Confronted with this new attack, a mixture of fury and panic flashed in his eyes. He let out an ancient roar as he deployed some secret technique. Suddenly, a surge of verdant green spiritual light burst from him, blocking the burly man’s punch.
Gush.
After parrying two top-tier Grandmasters, Ling Feng spewed out blood, his energy instantly wilting. Nevertheless, he stubbornly clenched his teeth, rallied his strength, and tried to flee in another direction.
Hiss!
A deep crimson blade light struck. The third Grandmaster appeared, his appearance youthful, his face stern. Ling Feng had no strength left to fend off this strike. He could only watch the blade light approach with cracked eyes. Finally, a flash of blood, and a line appeared across his neck.
A chieftain of a large settlement, a pivotal figure within the entire Spirit People Race, had thus fallen at the hands of three Grandmasters. He didn’t last even three exchanges, and the head that flew into the air still bore traces of disbelief.
Yan Zhengyang and the robust man, along with the swordsman youth, exchanged glances before swiftly splitting up without delay, quickly moving to other directions to continue purging the Spirit People Race in other areas.
In just a brief period.
The entire large settlement was utterly fallen, swept clean by Jiang Han and the many Grandmasters!
In the center of the settlement, Grandmasters like Jiang Han and Yan Hong had already converged, with Chen Mu also taking strides toward them, turning his gaze to an open area at the center of the settlement.
There, in the center, or rather on the branches of Xunmu, a spring eye the size of a bowl sat, filled with a bright green liquid—the Xunmu Spirit Liquid!
All eyes were fixed on the spring, greed unmistakable in their gazes.
Those lower-status Spirit People Race settlements underground almost had to pay tribute every year with Xunmu Spirit Liquid and cultivated Spirit Fruits, and such precious items would ultimately accumulate in the large settlements atop the tree crowns.
The amount of Xunmu Spirit Liquid accumulated in this spring eye seemed copious, easily amounting to several tens of jin.
Neither Jiang Han nor Yan Hong made any moves at this time.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Chen Mu stepped forward deliberately, extended his hand in a grabbing motion, and the Xunmu Spirit Liquid from the spring eye bubbled and surged out, gathering in his palm and quickly becoming a sizable mass.
“Seventy-two jin.”
After extracting all the Xunmu Spirit Liquid, Chen Mu weighed it slightly and knew its quantity, a hint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes. He then divided the massive amount of liquid into three with a flick of his finger.
One part, with a wave of his hand, flew towards Jiang Han and the others.
Jiang Han hurriedly took out several containers to collect the Xunmu Spirit Liquid and then shared it with the other Grandmasters.
Chen Mu, holding the remaining two parts in his hands, said nothing as he stored them away, with twenty-four jin counted as Yan Hong and the others’ payment, still owing him thirty-six jin.
After all, it was a large settlement atop the canopy, far superior to the spirit settlements below. Should Yan Hong and others join forces with Jiang Han’s team to conquer another one of these large settlements, they would likely gather the sixty jin of Xunmu Spirit Liquid he required.
Source: Webnovel.com, updated on Novlove.com
