Boom!
The dark, deep underground river suddenly burst open, and the rock layers, as hard as ancient divine metal, cracked inch by inch and collapsed with a roar.
A shower of rubble, accompanied by raging underground winds, shot skyward, while murky black mist surged like a tide, tearing open a pitch-black tunnel connecting the underground and the surface.
More than three hundred cultivators, like tigers breaking free of their cages, surged out through the blasted cracks, unleashing the pent-up resentment, killing intent, and dormant rage that had been suppressed for months, soaring straight into the sky.
Tieshan charged ahead, his burly body exuding a wild and domineering battle aura. The standard longsword in his hand was a weapon seized from the border patrol’s supply transfer station, its blade frosty and its cold light gleaming.
His eyes were bloodshot, his fangs were clenched, and his muscles were bulging and bulging. Every step he took made the ground tremble and crack.
It roared furiously, like a mad bull that had broken free of its thousand-year-old shackles and was finally able to wreak havoc on the world, barbaric, violent, and fearless.
Following closely behind, Liu Chen moved with light and unpredictable steps, surrounded by a layer of dark green poisonous mist that was as thin as a thin fog but was actually extremely toxic and bone-chilling.
The poisonous fog spread rapidly along the ground, instantly corroding hard rocks, causing them to hiss and rot, and distorting the air with visible ripples.
Even the meager spiritual energy flowing in the void was directly corroded and annihilated, and a chilling, lifeless aura instantly enveloped the entire wilderness.
From the flank, Ye Qing led a group of young cultivators to quickly encircle and surround the enemy.
His body was surrounded by a surging and roaring black aura of devouring, like a black tsunami sweeping in all directions, its devouring power domineering and incomparable.
The sentries from the outer perimeter of the Border Patrol Division encountered along the way didn’t even have time to utter a single warning scream. They, along with their armor, the spiritual energy circulating around them, and the protective divine light, were all swallowed up and dissolved without a trace by the dark Daoist aura, leaving not even a trace behind.
The entire team was filled with murderous intent and overwhelming momentum. Having undergone underground hibernation, arduous cultivation in the spiritual veins, and tempering in desperate situations, the more than three hundred people had long since shed their former timidity and naivety.
Everyone is imbued with the blood and sweat of battle, and each harbors the obsession to overthrow the old order. Today, they have emerged from the ground for only one purpose—to find the Tian Shu Sect, seek justice, and demand the return of the “taxes of the heavens” that have been owed for countless years.
At the very center of the group, Chen Ping walked slowly forward, his posture upright and composed. His gray robe fluttered wildly in the strong winds of the high sky, yet his clothes remained perfectly orderly.
Deep within his signature purple eyes flowed layers of gray-black chaotic primordial light, profound, dark, unpredictable, and eerie, as if concealing a chaotic world of collapse and rebirth.
After two months of seclusion and arduous cultivation, his cultivation level has been completely transformed and is now vastly different from what it used to be.
The perfected cultivation of the ninth rank of the Great Luo Golden Immortal surged and roared through his meridians, flesh, limbs, and bones, circulating endlessly. His profound and boundless spiritual power far exceeded that of other cultivators of the same rank by dozens of times.
What’s most terrifying is that the fusion of the chaotic origin and the devouring Dao rhyme within his body has become completely seamless and harmonious, without any stagnation or conflict.
Every wisp of spiritual energy possesses the domineering characteristics of devouring all laws, dismantling all paths, and disrupting order.
Each heartbeat draws in the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, causing it to resonate.
Each step subtly shakes the underlying laws and patterns of the entire twenty-sixth heaven.
Without needing to deliberately gather strength or activate any secret techniques, Chen Ping casually raised his hand and waved it in the air.
Buzz—!!!
A massive amount of highly condensed gray-black chaotic essence surged out, transforming into a raging torrent that swept across the sky and crushed everything in its path.
The power of chaos restrains all laws of order, dissolves all orthodox divine light, and dismantles all man-made restrictions; it is domineering, pure, and unsolvable.
The three patrol towers standing on the outer perimeter of the Tian Shu Sect are all defensive fortresses made of celestial divine stones, equipped with orderly restrictions and engraved with protective Dao patterns. They are as solid as a rock and unbreakable, and even the most powerful attacks by ordinary Immortal Lords cannot shake them in the slightest.
But in the face of the chaotic torrent, all defenses are futile.
Snap! Boom!
The three watchtowers were instantly engulfed by the chaotic torrent. Their sturdy tower bodies cracked and collapsed in an instant, and the dense array of order-guarding runes on their surfaces melted away and were completely annihilated.
Bricks, stones, and tiles flew everywhere and exploded with a deafening roar. The border patrol soldiers stationed at the watchtower panicked and scrambled out of the ruins, their faces pale and their minds shaken.
They didn’t even have the courage to turn back and confront each other; they only cared about fleeing in a sorry state, desperately running towards the main peak of the Tian Shu Sect.
Chen Ping stood in the void, his gaze indifferent, watching the fleeing patrol soldiers, his voice clear and bright.
Enveloped in a powerful and chaotic origin, it roared like thunder, piercing the sky and resounding throughout the entire hundred-mile territory of the Tian Shu Sect, causing the sea of clouds to surge violently and explode layer by layer:
“Hengxuan! Your grandpa is out collecting rent! You owe so much rent from all the heavens, get out here and kowtow to pay it off right now!”
The sound was vast and powerful, with extreme penetrating force, tearing through layers of clouds and soaring straight to the summit of the Tian Shu Sect’s main peak.
With a mocking, domineering, and uncompromising attitude, it completely shattered the orthodox authority that the Tian Shu Sect had maintained for eternity.
In an instant, the silvery-white divine light of the Heavenly Palace of the Celestial Pivot Sect, which had been floating in the air and shining brightly all year round, suddenly surged by tens of millions of times.
A blinding light enveloped the entire main peak, and a cold, imposing order swept down from the sky, causing the temperature to plummet, spiritual energy to stagnate, and all sounds to fall silent within a radius of a hundred miles.
A tall and slender figure slowly stepped out from the main hall at the deepest part of the Heavenly Palace.
Heng Xuan was dressed in a spotless silver-white patrol robe, his face cold and ashen, his brows and eyes filled with months of suppressed rage, fear, and deep-seated killing intent.
Several months ago, in the battle in the Secret Realm, he lost a part of his soul and his reputation was ruined.
Subsequently, Chen Ping repeatedly robbed his supplies, destroyed his strongholds, turned his cultivators against him, and ruined his ancient plans. Each and every one of these incidents was fatal and heartbreaking, making Chen Ping hate Chen Ping to the bone and want to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Behind him stood hundreds of fully armed border patrol inspectors, their armor gleaming, their weapons gleaming, and their aura imposing.
Dozens of highly skilled border guard commanders stood with composed auras, poised to strike.
Furthermore, seven or eight veteran sect elders stood on both sides, each of them possessing a cultivation level firmly at the top of the 26th Heaven, with profound foundations and seasoned experience in killing.
Heng Xuan was enveloped in pure, orderly divine light of a sixth-grade Immortal Lord, which spread out as if it were a tangible substance. Silver-white Dao patterns swirled around him, flowing endlessly. Each wisp of divine light contained the orthodox authority of the heavenly order, suppressing all laws and imprisoning the heavens.
He controlled and manipulated all the spiritual energy of the earth’s veins and the laws of heaven and earth on the entire main peak. A terrifying pressure descended heavily, causing the entire sky to slightly dent and twist.
His gaze was fixed on Chen Ping in the center of the void, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, as if he wanted to devour him alive. He spat out cold, piercing words through clenched teeth:
“Chen Ping. You fucking dare to set foot on the territory of my Tian Shu Sect?”