Chapter 100 Finally Arrived, Wei Yan’s Death Date

On the Tenth Saint Peak, Zhou Chen sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The Chaos Nascent Soul within his body absorbed and exhaled Spiritual Qi; with each breath, it seemed to resonate with the Azure Lotus Dao Foundation, causing Spiritual Qi from hundreds of miles around to surge in like a tide, only to be swallowed by him.

Whoosh!

Zhou Chen suddenly opened his eyes, a golden light flashing within them.

After Breaking Through to the Nascent Soul Realm, with the enhancement of the Nine Firmament Spirit Refining Art, his Divine Sense coverage actually reached hundreds of miles!

Within the range of his Divine Sense, even the slightest fluctuation could be perceived by Zhou Chen in advance.

“Very good, essential for murder, robbery, and escaping.”

Just then, a jade token in Zhou Chen’s hand suddenly shattered. It was the token he had left for his cheap father, Zhou Yuanshan.

“Chen’er… Zhou Family is in danger…!”

A hurried voice echoed directly in his mind.

Something happened to the Zhou Family?!

Zhou Chen stood up abruptly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The Aura of a first-level Nascent Soul instantly erupted, and the temperature of the entire Saint Peak plummeted!

“Old Mu!”

As soon as his voice fell, the figure of the Dao Protector, Mu Yuandao, appeared silently beside Zhou Chen.

“Saint?”

The Aura of a third-level Saint Realm was clearly revealed.

“The Luocheng Zhou Family is under attack. Prepare the fastest Breaking Space Flying Boat! Be quick!”

Zhou Chen’s tone was icy.

“As you command!”

Mu Yuandao didn't say another word and instantly activated three communication talismans.

The Holy Land's efficiency was terrifyingly high.

A moment later, a gigantic, pitch-black Flying Boat hovered in front of the Saint Peak.

The boat's body was covered with profound runes, revealing it to be a top-grade Saint-tier Flying Boat, with Peak defensive and offensive capabilities.

Even more astonishing was that at the front of the Flying Boat were three black jade Dragons at the Peak of the Nascent Soul Realm!

This display was a bit grand, Zhou Chen marveled.

Little did he know, with Zhou Chen's status as the tenth sequence, who would dare to be negligent?

Moreover, Zhou Chen was also the Personal Disciple of Tai Chu Holy Lord Dao Xuan!

Also delivered was the exclusive attire for Saint candidates: a deep purple Dao Robe with gold trim, majestic and luxurious.

A small “ten” symbol on the chest represented the supreme status of the tenth sequence Saint candidate of the Taichu Holy Land!

Zhou Chen didn't even glance at the luxurious Dao Robe, grabbing it and putting it on directly, then stepping onto the Dragon head of the Flying Boat.

“Depart! Destination, Southern Region, Luo City!”

Roar!

The Dragon's roar shook the heavens, the Flying Boat's runes lit up, instantly tearing through space and vanishing into the sky!

Only the envious and awestruck gazes of countless Disciples of the Taichu Holy Land remained.

Zhou Chen, who was once one of them, was now enjoying such treatment.

A small touch of vanity in Zhou Chen's heart was greatly satisfied.

…

Luo City, Zhou Family.

The once magnificent mansion was now a slaughterhouse.

The light shield of the Family protection Formation flickered erratically like a candle in the wind, as if it would shatter at any moment.

With each attack, the light shield trembled violently, cracks becoming more pronounced, emitting a grating groan.

Inside and outside the mansion, corpses lay everywhere, including Zhou Family guards and invading black-clad figures. The stench of blood permeated the air.

The Family Head, Zhou Yuanshan, was covered in blood, his left arm hanging limply, his Aura weak, leaning against a broken pillar.

“Hold on! The Formation can still… cough!”

Zhou Yuanshan commanded hoarsely, but before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Sixth Elder Zhou Yuanyang desperately blocked Zhou Yuanshan, a deep, bone-visible sword wound on his chest, blood gushing out.

The younger Disciples of the Family had already been evacuated.

Beside him, only a few wounded Family Elders and guards remained, their eyes filled with despair.

“Hee hee hee… Zhou Yuanshan, how many breaths do you think this broken Formation of yours can last?”

A arrogant voice echoed, filled with deep resentment.

Wei Yan emerged from a group of black-clad figures. He bore the mark of an Inner Sect Disciple of the Wenxian Sect, and his cultivation had clearly reached the tenth level of Core Formation!

His eyes were sinister, like a venomous snake.

“Wei Yan! You shameless scoundrel!”

Sixth Elder Zhou Yuanyang's eyes were bloodshot.

“As a Wenxian Sect Disciple, you lead people to massacre a fellow Disciple’s Family! Are you not afraid of the Holy Land's retribution?”

“Holy Land? Hahahahaha!”

Wei Yan laughed maniacally, his eyes almost spitting jealousy.

“That bastard Zhou Chen, who got lucky! Why does he get into the Holy Land? Why does he become a Saint candidate? I refuse to accept it! Today, I will first destroy your Zhou Family, and let him taste what it means to have his heart pierced! Besides, if I kill all of you, who will know?”

He waved his hand.

“Attack, you bastards! Break this turtle shell! I want the Zhou Family wiped out, not even a chicken or dog left!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

More violent attacks slammed onto the light shield.

The already shaky Formation's light rapidly dimmed, and cracks spread like a spiderweb!

In other Family directions in the city, there was dead silence; no one dared to step forward.

When a wall collapses, everyone pushes it down. Would they dare to help the Zhou Family now? They wouldn't, and they didn't want to!

After all, once the Zhou Family fell, their resources would belong to them.

“Family Head… we can’t hold on…”

A guard said in despair.

“Even if we can’t hold on… we must!”

Zhou Yuanshan forcefully gathered a breath of Spiritual Qi, his eyes resolute.

“Chen’er… Father won’t be able to hold on until you return…”

His heart was filled with sorrow, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Crack!

With a crisp pop, the Zhou Family's protective Formation completely shattered!

If Zhou Chen hadn't replaced the Family's Formation earlier, the Zhou Family would have probably fallen long ago.

“Kill! Leave no one alive!”

Wei Yan's eyes flashed with wild joy as he charged towards Zhou Yuanshan and Sixth Elder Zhou Yuanming, a curved blade in his hand pointing directly at Zhou Yuanming's throat!

“Old man, I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time. I’ll use you as a sacrifice first!”

The blade was inches away, and Zhou Yuanming slowly closed his eyes, preparing to die.

Just then!

Roar!!!

Several Dragon roars, filled with supreme pressure, exploded like Heavenly God thunder!

The entire Luo City, within hundreds of miles, all living beings, whether human or Yao Beast, instantly felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, trembling uncontrollably!

Wei Yan, who was about to strike Zhou Yuanming, suddenly froze!

The curved blade was only an inch from Zhou Hong’s throat, but it could no longer advance a single bit!

A terrifying pressure, originating from a higher life level, instantly locked onto Wei Yan!

Wei Yan felt as if his body was firmly bound, completely unable to move!

The… sky turned dark?

A massive, sky-obscuring shadow suddenly appeared in the sky!

A colossal, pitch-black Flying Boat, at some unknown moment, slowly hovered directly above Luo City.

Three ferocious black jade Dragons coiled around the boat's body, their Dragon might like a prison!

Roar!

At the bow of the Flying Boat, a gigantic tiger, as large as a small mountain, entirely crimson, with bone wings on its back, was roaring towards the sky!

That was none other than the Red Flame Crystal Tiger, which had evolved to the tenth level of Core Formation!

Splat—

A massive tiger paw, like swatting a fly, slammed fiercely towards Wei Yan!

“No!!! It’s too…!!!”

Wei Yan’s eyes were bloodshot, but it was useless; he couldn't move an inch!

Pfft!

Blood splattered everywhere!

The arrogant tenth-level Core Formation Cultivator, Wei Yan, was instantly crushed into a mist of blood and shattered remains by a single paw!

Even the few black-clad figures around him were shaken into meat paste by the residual force of the palm wind!

The entire Luo City was deathly silent!

“Father! Your son arrived late!”

A voice imbued with supreme majesty clearly entered everyone’s ears.

On the Flying Boat, a figure clad in a purple Dao Robe with gold trim descended.

The breeze rustled his robes, revealing the small “ten” symbol on his chest.

“Chen’er!!!”

Zhou Yuanshan and Sixth Elder Zhou Yuanming looked up simultaneously, seeing that familiar yet somewhat strange figure, tears streaming down their old faces!

Zhou Chen landed in front of Zhou Yuanshan with a single step.