Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1665 - 1656: Living Up to the Legend
"Is this the Futu Sacred Weapon you’ve always been so proud of?"
Mo Wangchen sneered, his gaze sweeping over the slightly pale-faced Long Heng, "It doesn’t seem that impressive to me."
"You!"
Long Heng’s face turned extremely unsightly. The Futu Sacred Weapon is the supreme treasure of the Dragon Clan; throughout the ages, within this great formation formed by twelve Holy Weapons, no one has ever managed to escape alive.
But now, the strength of the Divine King Body far exceeded expectations.
Such power was like that of the Ancient Divine Beings; a single punch could shatter all things!
"Kill!"
At the same time, behind Mo Wangchen, the other eleven dragon clan elites also advanced to attack, eleven terrifying assaults descended, surrounding Mo Wangchen from all sides, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Mo Wangchen swung his golden fists, using his body to withstand, with the Haotian God Technique protecting him, his Divine King Body was equivalent to a peerless Holy Weapon. In this world, there was no Magical Treasure better than using his Divine King Body against these Futu Sacred Weapons.
Facing the fierce attacks of more than ten dragon clan elites, Mo Wangchen pushed the Haotian God Technique and Creation Immortal Scripture to the utmost, while defending, he could also fiercely counterattack.
"Bang!"
He seized the opportunity and crushed the Futu Sacred Weapon from a dragon clan elite’s hand and then killed the opponent with a clean and swift attack.
Up to now, among the twelve Ancient God Realm dragon clan elites, one was already dead, and the Holy Weapon was destroyed. Even though it was just a replica, it was certainly a huge loss for the dragon clan.
More importantly, faced with such adversity, Mo Wangchen did not fall into a lower position; instead, he fought valiantly, slaying one of the twelve ancients first, astonishing all the cultivators witnessing this battle.
"His strength has already reached such a terrifying level..."
Somewhere in the Eastern Desolate, Yao Wuliang had been observing the battle closely since it started, and by now he was utterly astonished.
The battle prowess Mo Wangchen displayed turned his understanding upside down.
Those twelve pieces of Futu Sacred Weapons, if placed within their Yao clan, almost every one could be considered an unmatched treasure. Yet these Saint Items, held by twelve Ancient God Realm Great Power, couldn’t do anything to Mo Wangchen.
Recalling the past, on the Langya Mountain Range, battling against the Divine King Body, even though he was defeated, the gap between him and Mo Wangchen wasn’t that wide. How could he know that after so many years, the other had grown this much?
Even having stepped into the Ancient God Realm first rank, the current Mo Wangchen was someone he could only look up to!
"Master..."
Beiming, Ten Directions Domain.
Zhang Feng and the Old Saint Master, along with many Pill Sect disciples, were now gathered in the plaza. Though the battle was far from the Ten Directions Domain, its intensity was so astonishing that they could barely see some of the battle process.
Seeing Mo Wangchen’s unmatched bravery, first slaying an opponent, whether Zhang Feng or those Pill Sect disciples, their faces now bore expressions of utmost excitement.
"This is the Pavilion Master of our Mo Pavilion!"
Within Yun Chu Academy, almost all Mo Pavilion disciples gathered in front of the Mo Pavilion’s great hall door, standing in front of Mo Wangchen’s statue, looking far into the sky, their eyes filled with incomparable excitement and thrill.
"The fledgling of the past is now truly an eagle, soaring through the skies, invincible across the Ten Thousand Realms!"
Within Emperor Yun Palace, Jun Muqing stood alongside Emperor Yun, naturally witnessing the entire battle process. She couldn’t help but sigh; these years, every time news of Mo Wangchen returned, it always amazed her immensely.
His growth was too astonishing, like an unstoppable force, with nothing and no one able to halt his steps.
However, such a person was once regarded by her as a naturally waste-bodied prodigal Young Master!
In the four regions of Tiannan, anyone who saw this battle was astounded beyond measure by Mo Wangchen’s strength.
The Young God King of yesteryears was now, in Tiannan’s ancient history, truly the number one!
"These villains are so annoying, chasing us all the way here. When I get stronger, I’ll definitely help daddy deal with them."
In a city not far from Piaomiao Palace, Meng Yurou was traveling with Little Ming Yue, both having been disturbed by the battle. Little Ming Yue let out a coquettish hum, her face showing anger.
Meng Yurou patted her little head, chuckling, "When Ming Yue grows up, you can’t be like your daddy, always fighting. Otherwise, no one will dare to marry you."
"Ming Yue doesn’t want to marry anyone; Ming Yue just wants to stay by daddy and mommy’s side." She pouted.
...
Meanwhile, high in the sky, thousands of miles away from the city above the Turquoise Pool, the space had already massively collapsed, the intensity of this battle clearly reaching the threshold of the Tian Nan Barrier’s endurance.
Mo Wangchen single-handedly battled eleven Ancient Clan Divine Realm Great Power holding the Futu Sacred Weapon.
He had to admit these Futu Sacred Weapons were indeed extraordinary, even with his Divine King Body, truly destroying them was extremely difficult.
As the battle continued, with white robes stained with blood, after slaying the first dragon clan top fighter, now another was slain by Mo Wangchen, the twelve Ancient God Realm great powers of the dragon clan descended, now only nine remained.
With their continuous pressure using the Futu Sacred Weapons, despite possessing the Divine King Body, Mo Wangchen inevitably suffered some injuries, as did those dragon clan elites, who were also adorned with many wounds now.
White robes stained with blood, Mo Wangchen couldn’t differentiate whose blood it was, his own or the dragon clan elites’.
His eyes filled with boundless murderous intent, his body endured some wounds, but for the Divine King Body, these were mostly only surface wounds, with nearly no effect.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
As the battle raged on, Mo Wangchen had long seized the initiative, his Divine Body unstoppable, solo battling the remaining nine dragon clan great powers, using the power of his body, continuously hammering the Futu Sacred Weapon in their hands.
"Bang!"
Another earth-shattering explosion reverberated, a dragon clan elite’s Futu Sacred Weapon turned to dust, smashed by Mo Wangchen’s punch.
"Die!"
His eyes flickered with cold light, seizing the momentum for a consecutive strike, directly killing that dragon clan elite on the spot.
"Another one is dead!"
Within the Turquoise Pool, everyone’s faces were astonished beyond measure.
Those were all third rank Ancient God Realm elites, and now, Mo Wangchen had consecutively slain four!
