Chapter 358 - A Spear from the West

The Zhao Clan’s experts slaughtered their way into the Chen Clan. They unleashed their cultivations, their qi soaring into the skies and stirring the winds and clouds. Mournful cries filled the space.

Woo, woo, woo. Woo, woo, woo...

“Chen Clan members, kill them all!” Chen Zhengqing commanded. His cultivation also erupted violently in an instant. He drew his blade and slashed. A flaming blade light shot out, cutting through space with an unstoppable momentum.

“Hmph!” A Zhao Clan expert at the sixth level snorted coldly and threw out a palm strike. It shook the space and collided with Chen Zhengqing’s blade attack, producing rumbling noises as the qi stormed out.

Zhao Hong, Zhao Lei, and the others didn’t make a move, standing arrogantly in the air like lofty gods, observing the struggles of the Chen Clan below.

They had already clearly understood the Chen Clan’s overall strength. The strongest among them was Chen Zhengqing, at the sixth level. As for the others, only Chen Tianxiong was slightly stronger than the rest, being at the third level.

Given the Chen Clan’s strength, the Zhao Clan experts did not need to lower themselves and take action. They only needed to lock down the area with their auras and prevent anyone from escaping.

“As expected of the imperial city’s Zhao Clan. The Chen Clan will be wiped out this time.”

“They just finished constructing this building. Is it going to collapse today?”

"I heard Chen Fan went to the imperial city. Looks like he met his end there."

“......”

The Watermoon City’s citizens all looked at the fight in the Chen Clan from afar, their eyes flickering, discussing among themselves.

“Brother Qian, it seems the Chen Clan won't survive this ordeal.”

The four great clans’ patriarchs, Qian Tongtian, Lǚ Hou, Zhou Butong, and Zhang Huaiyuan, had gathered together, their gazes flickering intensely.

Not even the entire Watermoon City combined could defend against the imperial city’s Zhao Clan, let alone only the Chen Clan.

Today, the Chen Clan would become history.

Boom, boom!

As the Zhao Clan members slaughtered their enemies, their murderous intent surged forth, enveloping the battlefield.

They did not waste any time talking. They unleashed their cultivations and executed their martial skills. They unleashed torrents of devastating force upon the Chen Clan members.

Thus began a tragic battle within the Chen Clan mansion.

The Chen Clan had developed rapidly over the past year, with several experts emerging from their ranks like spring bamboo after a rain. Unfortunately, they were still far from comparable to a large clan like the Zhao Clan, which had over a thousand years of history.

Although the Zhao Clan’s group was at a severe numerical disadvantage, each of their members was an elite among elites, capable of facing multiple Chen Clan members of the same cultivation level.

“Ahhh...”

With more than half of the Chen Clan's private troops turning against them, the Chen Clan found themselves constantly pushed back. The air was filled with miserable screams as their kin fell one by one.

A deep sense of despair descended upon every member of the Chen Clan.

The true experts of the Zhao Clan had yet to even lift a finger. They only stood in the air, watching the fight unfold, yet the Chen Clan was already at a disadvantage. If Zhao Hong and the others made a move, the Chen Clan would be gone in the blink of an eye.

Every member of the Chen Clan fought desperately with their lives on the line.

They knew that the Chen Clan likely wouldn’t survive today; as they fought, their bloodlust arose, and their attack grew increasingly vicious. They fought to trade their life for their opponents’. If they were about to go down, they might as well take a few down with them.

An earth-shaking explosion rang out. A first-level Yuanfu realm expert from the Chen Clan chose to self-detonate, taking down a first-level Yuanfu expert from the Zhao Clan and more than ten private troops who had betrayed the clan.

Rumble!

“Tragic, truly tragic!”

"Today, there's no escaping for the Chen Clan. The true masters of the Zhao Clan are just standing there, seemingly here to just witness the carnage."

“That middle-aged man at the front has such a terrifying aura. It's as if he commands the heavens themselves. That aura of that guy, Zhao Ru, is nothing in comparison.”

“That is Zhao Hong, the current patriarch of the imperial city’s Zhao Clan. He’s a powerhouse at the ninth level of the Yuanfu realm.”

“......”

Zhao Hong suddenly said, “Zhao Kun, go. Kill that person!”

He looked at Chen Zhengqing as the latter fought two sixth-level Yuanfu realm experts from the Zhao Clan, a cold light flashing across his eyes. Although he was covered in blood, fighting one against two, he was pushing back the two Zhao Clan experts repeatedly.

“Yes.” Zhao Kun nodded and made a move, charging toward Chen Zhengqing.

“Heavenly Thunder Palm!”

Zhao Kun channeled his qi; immediately, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed.

He practiced a lightning-attribute cultivation technique. As he moved his hand, crackling noises rang out chaotically from him, like he was the god of thunder.

As he pressed down his palm, a huge palm seal with lightning arcs streaking across it descended on Chen Zhengqing with unmatched power.

Rumble!

Chen Zhengqing felt his pores shrink as he sensed the intense danger from the attack darting toward him.

The two illusory primeval vessels inside him erupted, and his aura instantly skyrocketed. With a swing of his arm, he slashed at the Heavenly Thunder Palm.

“Slash!”

A loud explosion rang out. Chen Zhengqing spewed out blood from the impact, and his aura fluctuated erratically.

Boom!

Although he had cultivated two illusory primeval vessels, allowing him to wield twice his combat strength, his overall strength was only equal to that of someone at the peak of the sixth level. So, he was simply no match for someone at the seventh level like Zhao Kun.

“Interesting. From the looks of it, you just advanced to the sixth level, right? Yet, your combat strength is at the peak of the sixth level. How surprising.” Zhao Kun stood leisurely in the air, his aura surging and making the clouds roll. He smiled coldly and said, “But it’s too bad. No matter how hard you struggle, your fate is sealed today.

“Your Chen Clan was doomed from the moment that brat Chen Fan killed our Zhao Clan members. Oh, I forgot to tell you, your son Chen Fan went to the imperial city and was killed. Now, I'll send you to join him in hell," continued Zhao Kun, his lips curling into a chilling smile, sending shivers down one's spine.

Chen Zhengqing did not respond to him. Since the Zhao Clan's arrival, a sense of foreboding had gripped his heart. Chen Fan had likely met a tragic fate.

“Die!”

Zhao Kun struck out once more. His primeval force transformed into seven thunderous swords, shooting in an arc at tricky and vicious angles. They were aimed at Chen Zhengqing’s vital points, leaving him with no way of escape.

Boom tch!

Chen Zhengqing found himself in a dire life-and-death situation, but a sharp, ear-piercing cry reverberated through space.

The sound echoed like a thunderclap—deafening and earth-shaking—as if lightning had struck under a clear sky.

To the west of Watermoon City, a pitch-black silhouette rapidly grew larger.

It was an iron spear, ripping through the air with terrifying rotational force toward the Chen Clan mansion as swift and ferocious as thunder. It was wrapped in power that could tear the sky and split the earth.

Its target: Zhao Kun.