<h4>Chapter 358 - A Spear from the West</h4>


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


    <i>Woo, woo, woo. Woo, woo, woo...</i>


    “Chen n members, kill them all!” Chen Zhengqingmanded. His cultivation also erupted violently in an instant. He drew his de and shed. A ming de light shot out, cutting through space with an unstoppable momentum.


    “Hmph!” A Zhao n expert at the sixth level snorted coldly and threw out a palm strike. It shook the space and collided with Chen Zhengqing’s de 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 n below.


    They had already clearly understood the Chen n’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 n’s strength, the Zhao n 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 n. The Chen n will be wiped out this time.”


    “They just finished constructing this building. Is it going to copse 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 n from afar, their eyes flickering, discussing among themselves.


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


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


    Not even the entire Watermoon Citybined could defend against the imperial city’s Zhao n, let alone only the Chen n.


    Today, the Chen n would be history.


    <i>Boom, boom!</i>


    As the Zhao n members ughtered 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 n members.


    Thus began a tragic battle within the Chen n mansion.


    The Chen n 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 fromparable to arge n like the Zhao n, which had over a thousand years of history.


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


    “Ahhh...”


    With more than half of the Chen n''s private troops turning against them, the Chen n 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 n.


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


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


    They knew that the Chen n 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 n chose to self-detonate, taking down a first-level Yuanfu expert from the Zhao n and more than ten private troops who had betrayed the n.


    <i>Rumble!</i>


    “Tragic, truly tragic!”


    "Today, there''s no escaping for the Chen n. The true masters of the Zhao n 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 hemands the heavens themselves. That aura of that guy, Zhao Ru, is nothing inparison.”


    “That is Zhao Hong, the current patriarch of the imperial city’s Zhao n. 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 thetter fought two sixth-level Yuanfu realm experts from the Zhao n, a cold light shing across his eyes. Although he was covered in blood, fighting one against two, he was pushing back the two Zhao n experts repeatedly.


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


    “Heavenly Thunder Palm!”


    Zhao Kun channeled his qi; immediately, lightning shed, 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.


    <i>Rumble!</i>


    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 shed at the Heavenly Thunder Palm.


    “sh!”


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


    <i>Boom!</i>


    Although he had cultivated two illusory primeval vessels, allowing him to wield twice hisbat 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, yourbat 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 n was doomed from the moment that brat Chen Fan killed our Zhao n 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 n''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.


    <i>Boom tch!</i>


    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 thunderp—deafening and earth-shaking—as if lightning had struck under a clear sky.


    To the west of Watermoon City, a pitch-ck silhouette rapidly grewrger.


    It was an iron spear, ripping through the air with terrifying rotational force toward the Chen n 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.