Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1663 - 1654: Futu Formation

"Where is the Heavenly Dragon Emperor? His disciple was killed by me, yet why does he not dare to come find me?"

Mo Wangchen stood in the void, with his hands behind his back, facing the twelve Divine Realm experts of the Dragon Clan.

"To deal with you, the Emperor himself need not take action. Mo Wangchen, now in this Lower Realm, without the Holy Mountain for aid, let’s see how long you can remain arrogant!" Long Heng sneered coldly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and the murderous intent was completely unhidden as it erupted forth.

At the same time, a vast Dragon Power emanated from the twelve Ancient God Realm Great Powers, instantly enveloping the entire void. The terrifying momentum formed by the intertwining of twelve Divine Powers almost shook the entire Tiannan.

In the Eastern Desolate, Yao Wuliang, who was currently meditating within the Yao Clan, also sensed something. He suddenly opened his eyes, looked towards the direction of Beiming, and a trace of apprehension appeared in his eyes.

In the West Earth, the Divine Buddha on Lingshan awoke from a meditative state. His deep eyes, vast like a star river, pierced through the void, seemingly able to see the scene happening above Beiming Yaochi.

Not only these two individuals, but in many places across the four regions of Tiannan, similar scenes unfolded.

"Do you think you twelve alone can kill me today?" Mo Wangchen scoffed.

Long Heng was unmoved and sneered, "Mo Wangchen, you are indeed powerful, but today we have brought the Dragon God Clan’s Futu Formation. This array has trapped countless Divine Emperor-level powers in the Ancient Times. No matter how defiant your abilities, today you are doomed!"

"Just bring it on then. Whatever Futu Formation, in front of my Divine King Body, one punch is enough to break it." Mo Wangchen still scoffed, standing his ground without a hint of urgency on his face.

He faced the twelve Divine Realm experts of the Dragon Clan alone, and such a scene made everyone in the Turquoise Pool exceedingly excited, both in expression and in heart.

This is the Divine King Body, the legend of Tiannan. Though arrogant, he has the right to be!

"Kill!"

Above the void, Long Heng shouted coldly. In an instant, the twelve people moved simultaneously, scattering their bodies and in the blink of an eye forming an encircling ring around Mo Wangchen, trapping him completely within.

"Boom!"

Various ancient Holy Techniques manifested; the twelve Divine Realm experts deployed their specialty skills with supreme means to kill Mo Wangchen.

"Humph!"

Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, remaining stationary. Almost the moment these Dragon Clan experts made their move, an infinite golden radiance burst forth from him, illuminating the dark void at once.

This was the ultimate display of the Haotian God Technique. Mo Wangchen evidently aimed for a quick battle. Currently possessing the fourth stage strength of the Ancient God Realm and having received the Creation and Transformation Empowerment, his cultivation progressed astonishingly and was no weaker than those so-called Holy Emperors.

Even facing twelve third-stage Ancient God Realm experts, Mo Wangchen showed no fear.

But the barrier of Tiannan was ultimately too fragile to withstand long and intense battles. Hence, Mo Wangchen naturally aimed for a swift resolution, to quickly eliminate these twelve Ancient God Realm experts of the Dragon Clan.

"Buzz..."

Boundless Divine Power encased Mo Wangchen, and with the Divine King Body plus the Haotian God Technique, there was nearly nothing in the world that could harm him.

"Bang!"

A Holy Path Dragon Spear deduced from a Dragon Clan expert’s Holy Technique, upon touching the golden radiance around Mo Wangchen, collapsed and dissipated in the blink of an eye, unable to get close to Mo Wangchen at all, let alone slay him.

"Humph!"

Mo Wangchen didn’t bother to glance at the opponent, merely snorting coldly before his body darted forward, transforming into an extreme golden beam, racing towards one of the twelve individuals in an instant.

"Retreat!"

In the distant void, Long Heng shouted. The Divine King Body being unparalleled, even their Dragon Clan True Body dared not fight closely with it. To deal with Mo Wangchen, they had to maintain distance and smother him with immense Divine Power.

"Die!"

Just as Long Heng’s voice sounded, Mo Wangchen had already appeared in front of one of the Dragon Clan experts. Amidst the other’s shock, Mo Wangchen ferociously punched, targeting the opponent’s head, intending to kill him with one blow!

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, a golden light flickered on that Dragon Clan elder. Almost as Mo Wangchen’s punch neared, a roulette appeared in his hand, enlarging in a blink, forming a thick barrier imbued with terrifying Divine Power, to block Mo Wangchen’s punch.

"Boom!"

Mo Wangchen’s punch came crashing down with unfaltering force, striking hard onto the roulette.

"Crack crack crack..."

The enormous power of the Divine King Body, bolstered by the Haotian God Technique, was nearly unstoppable. With just one punch, the roulette shattered into countless fragments instantly.

The residual force sent the Dragon Clan expert flying, and despite having reacted, the power of the Divine King Body greatly exceeded expectations. The elder was sent tumbling back, coughing up blood uncontrollably. If he weren’t of the Dragon Clan, with a body stronger than ordinary beings, he would have perished on the spot from Mo Wangchen’s strike!

"This child is incredibly valiant, difficult to kill. Quickly summon the Futu Formation!"

Long Heng roared angrily, clearly aware that ordinary means were utterly incapable of slaying Mo Wangchen, and they were well-prepared this time.

The Futu Formation is a terrifying killing array passed down by the Dragon Clan since Ancient Times. Once trapped, there is only death, and no one has ever survived such an array.

In the Ancient Times, even those of Divine Emperor Level were utterly unable to escape once trapped by the Futu Formation.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

As Long Heng’s words concluded, all twelve Dragon Clan experts unveiled ancient Holy Weapons in their hands.

There were great swords, Divine Spears, and Ancient Swords, each differing in style.

On these Holy Weapons, Mo Wangchen could see them all inscribed with ancient characters densely packed, nearly covering the entire weapon.

At the moment the Holy Weapons were drawn, the characters emitted a purple radiance, flashing like stars in the night sky.

"Buzz..."

Finally, the purple radiance from the Holy Weapons of the twelve individuals suddenly shot out, connecting into a line, forming an enclosing ring relentlessly trapping Mo Wangchen within.

Simultaneously, a more formidable aura erupted from the twelve individuals. They seemed consumed by the essence of their Holy Weapons, transforming into Futu Puppets, and jointly charged at Mo Wangchen.

"Slash!"

One Dragon Clan expert wielding a great sword launched an attack first. As he slashed down, Heaven and Earth changed color, and the purple characters on the great sword became much more dazzling, exuding a terrifying demonic power. This strike became exceptionally dreadful, compelling even Mo Wangchen to take it seriously.