Chapter 188

Chapter 188: The Heavens Are About to Change

Amidst the overwhelming aura, the members of the Jiang Family were all greatly shocked.

With a single palm strike, two two-star God Kings were subdued and killed. Who could this person be, with such terrifying power?

Inside the emerald protective barrier, the goddesses who had witnessed this scene now saw a glimmer of hope replacing the despair in their eyes.

“Chuyu, your white-robed brother has come to save us!”

“Little Sister Ten, quickly invite him over, or it will be too late for us!”

Jiang Chuyu gazed at the white-clad figure, her feelings complicated. Things were far from what they had imagined — she and this supreme elder were merely acquaintances who had met by chance.

“AAAAHHHH!”

At this moment, Feng Yan grew even more frenzied. Suddenly, thick, crimson tentacles the size of wrists sprouted from his body. They looked utterly vulgar and filthy.

“Sisters, do not look at these profane things!”

The First Goddess’s face was cold as she warned the weeping maidens behind to close their eyes.

Swoosh… Swoosh…

The crimson tentacles extended toward the Jiang Family’s women.

“Sisters, let us put up a fight. If we should fall, even if by self-detonation, we must not allow this beast to succeed!”

“Understood, Sister!”

BOOM!

Together, the goddesses unleashed their spirit powers and summoned their weapons, ready to battle Feng Yan.

Suddenly, countless streaks of terrifying lightning cleaved through the emerald shield, striking all the goddesses at once.

“Hissss… If you can’t be used alive, then this seat will use your corpses, ha ha ha…”

Feng Yan’s voice changed, becoming dry and elderly, as if spoken by another person entirely.

Outside the shield, after slaying two attendants, Chen Ansheng immediately soared toward the emerald shield.

Reaching the edge of the barrier, Chen Ansheng was inwardly astonished. This emerald barrier was a miniature realm, carrying an aura of the Immortal World!

“Ah! No!”

Dozens of dirty tentacles reached for the Jiang Family maidens. Struck by lightning, these women could not move, weakly moaning in agony.

Swoosh!

In the next moment, a burst of light flashed into the shield.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

An overwhelming number of supreme sword shadows appeared, weaving and flying higgledy-piggledy in the emerald shield. Within the span of a single breath, all the dirty tentacles had been severed.

“AAAAHHHH!”

Feng Yan wailed pitifully, blood gushing from his body, his face twisted grotesquely.

“It’s impossible! How can you use the Sword Intent within my realm!”

The dry, hoarse voice cried out in infinite fear.

“Do you mean this thing?”

Chen Ansheng’s expression was icy as he lifted his palm, with a shadow of an Immortal Sword floating above it.

“PUK… AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Feng Yan merely needed to sense the Sword Intent and Sword Shadow, and it felt as if his soul had been slit with countless cuts, causing him unbearable pain.

“No! No! Immortal… could there really be Immortals in this world…”

He was frenzied, his trembling mumbling barely comprehensible.

On the other side of the barrier, the multitude of goddesses were also enveloped by a supreme aura.

It was an aura that brought tranquility to their hearts but yet made them instinctively want to kneel and worship.

“Could it be… Could the white-robed elder come from the Forbidden Abyss!”

The First Goddess had once been fortunate to visit the Ancient Spirit Realm, which was filled with a similar aura, though far less powerful than that exuded by the white-robed elder.

So she thought, perhaps only the legendary Prohibited Abyss could possess beings on par with this elder.

“Illusion! It must be an illusion. Destroy it, I say!”

Feng Yan, unable to accept the reality before him, lost his mind totally. He bellowed as a pool of purple lightning gathered in this realm, swirling above Chen Ansheng’s head.

Chen Ansheng glanced upward.

The purple lightning’s essence was merely equivalent to the lightning calamity faced during the Ascension Phase in the cultivation world.

“Break.”

Chen Ansheng didn’t even stir, calmly uttering a single word. An ethereal wave of Immortal force emerged, instantly dispersing the cluster of floating purple lightning.

“Whoever you are, you’d better vacate this place immediately, or the Feng family will grind your bones to dust!”

At this moment, two soul apparitions floated out from Feng Yan’s body.

These were the primary souls of Feng Yan, issuing an expulsion order to Chen Ansheng.

“Hmph, what arrogance!” Chen Ansheng gazed coldly at Feng Yan’s soul, and then said, “How many Heavenly Emperors are there in your Feng family? Have them come and try me.”

Who doesn’t know how to intimidate others?

Pressuring you into dust in terms of momentum.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Feng Yan’s soul quaked violently, almost dispersing.

Mentioning Heavenly Emperors like it’s nothing — is there any chance this person could be trifled with?

Seems not.

After a few moments of silence, Feng Yan shook his head and feigned confusion.

“What’s going on!”

“Oh, it turned out it’s you, you malevolent spirit, causing trouble again! Get out of my body immediately!”

Feng Yan roared twice, looking with a majestic air at the supremely powerful Chen Ansheng ahead and repeatedly spoke, “Senior, I’ve been controlled by a malevolent spirit. I humbly implore you to lend me a helping hand, and I’ll reward you generously!”

“Keep acting. You won’t kneel and perform, how could His Excellency believe you?”

Chen Ansheng, with crossed arms, spoke indifferently.

“Senior, I, I am truly innocent. Please help me immediately!”

Feng Yan appealed with a tearful voice.

“Ha ha!”

Chen Ansheng chuckled coldly.

“Are you a stupid pig or do you take His Excellency as a fool? If you didn’t consent, how could he succeed? How could such childish trickery hide from the eyes of His Excellency?”

With the conclusion of his words, Chen Ansheng flicked his finger.

SWISH!

A streak of terrifying Sword Intent shot out, piercing the distorted spirit remnant.

A heartrending scream erupted simultaneously from both spirit apparitions.

“You wretch, my Feng family won’t let you off, AAAAAAAAAH!”

Just as the distorted spirit remnant was obliterated, Feng Yan’s pain reached its pinnacle.

With the dissipation of the distorted spirit remnant, this small realm could no longer sustain itself and directly collapsed.

The Jiang Family women finally survived the calamity and quickly fled to be reunited with their kin.

Only Jiang Chuyu quietly stood behind Chen Ansheng, staring blankly at his back.

“Jiang Wentian, you have arrived just in time. Quickly kill that man and rescue your humble Saint Son!”

At the moment of despair, Feng Yan saw Jiang Wentian descend from the skies along with others.

Jiang Wentian, together with several high-ranking members of the Jiang Family, immediately surrounded him.

Feng Yan felt like he had found a lifeline. Rolling in pain, he shouted, “Quickly, quickly kill that wretch! The humble Saint Son will reward you richly. If he escapes, your Jiang Family will certainly be obliterated!”

Jiang Wentian cast a calm glance at Feng Yan, then turned to Chen Ansheng, paying respect with clasped hands, “My Lord, what shall be done?”

“Lord? You, old bastard, have lost your mind. This humble person is over here!”

Feng Yan wailed with blood-streaked tears streaming down his face.

Upon hearing Jiang Wentian address him as Lord, Chen Ansheng clearly understood. The Jiang Family had chosen him to be their overlord.

“Catch him, torment him continuously, but do not let him die.”

Chen Ansheng said indifferently.

“Respect His Excellency’s command.”

Jiang Wentian acknowledged, his massive hand descending, his fingers embedding into Feng Yan’s shoulder blades.

“AAAAAAAAHHHH! Old dog, you!”

“POW!”

Feng Yan was both furious and alarmed, but before he could finish cursing, his face received a mighty punch, smashing all of his teeth.

Then, Jiang Wentian extended two fingers, grabbed Feng Yan’s tongue and forcefully pulled, tearing it out.

As a one-star God King with three thousand years of practice, Feng Yan could not possibly die.

His soul suffered greatly, as did his body. Lying on the ground convulsing, he deeply regretted coming to the Jiang Family.

All members of the Jiang family observed the scene.

The sky above suddenly filled with dark clouds, darkening the entire world.

Jiang Buxu looked up, his eyes fixed on the gloom, murmuring,

“As the storm approaches, the Heavens are about to change.”