119: Chapter 119 Unpredictable

His laughter was desolate and tragic, shaking the pine needles to rustle down and cracking the stone steps in front of the mountain gate inch by inch.

After laughing enough, he suddenly lowered his head, his gaze nailing onto Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's Face like two red-hot knives, every word sounding as if it burst from the deepest part of his chest cavity.

"You've made it clear that today you're framing my Wang Family and driving my Wang Family to a dead end. Since it has come to this—"

He took a deep breath, and the crimson flames around his body suddenly surged, burning away the Death Qi that had entwined him for I don't know how many days until it was completely clean, illuminating the entire mountain gate as bright as day.

At this moment, his aged voice overwhelmed all Spiritual Pressure, all sword hums, and everyone's heartbeat, exploding across the sky above Lotus Pier like a thunderclap, "Nephew Yaozu!"

Wang Yaozu had been standing on the mountain gate's steps all along, not moving a single bit.

He had waited far too long for this moment—from the moment Yang Zhenghua spoke his first sentence, from the moment Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's flying boat appeared on the horizon, he had been waiting.

Hearing his Sixth Uncle's summon at this moment, he suddenly raised his head, the spiritual light around his body surging into the Formation eye beneath his feet like a breached flood, and a light cyan pillar of light soared into the sky from the center of the mountain gate, crashing a giant hole through the clouds covering the sky.

"With the power of the entire clan, activate the Formation! Together, assist Old Ancestor Chongyang!"

The moment the voice fell, the entire Lotus Pier came alive.

At the edge of the marketplace on the mountainside, thirty-six Formation Flags lit up simultaneously, and the cyan Formation patterns spread from the flag surfaces, growing wildly like vines along the mountain ridges, streams, stone steps, and courtyard walls, enveloping the entire Wogui Mountain within.

The mountain-protecting Formation hummed, pulling all the Spiritual Qi within a radius of dozens of miles toward the mountain gate direction.

On the stone platform in front of the mountain gate, hundreds of Wang Family descendants did not need any command, forming hand seals at almost the exact same moment, and the spiritual power within their bodies surged toward the core of their respective battle Formations like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

They had practiced every single variation and every flow of Formation patterns of the Lesser Five Elements Combined Attack Array countless times, all for this moment.

Five Qi Refining Middle Stage formed one combined attack array, and five Qi Refining Late Stage formed another; two groups overlapped, and three groups fused.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—five-colored spiritual light burst open on the stone platform, and columns of light pierced the night sky like sharp swords, intertwining, wrapping, and fusing with each other in mid-air, ultimately transforming into a giant light wheel ten zhang in radius, enveloping Wang Chongyang within it.

Grouped by fives and combined by fives, the Lesser Five Elements Formation at this moment had a power completely different from when it was first acquired.

As one of the main controllers of the primary position of this Formation, Wang Shouren felt a soaring heroic spirit rise in his heart.

"After so many years of polishing and improvement, the Lesser Five Elements battle array is long no longer what it used to be. Now, nested and combined with each other, it can completely bestow the power of the entire clan onto a single person through the battle array."

Wang Chongyang's entire person was swallowed by this five-colored light wheel.

Standing at the center of the light wheel, his full head of white hair stood on end, and his gray Dao robe was torn into fragments by the violent spiritual power, exposing his withered and emaciated chest.

He spread his arms, allowing those spiritual power streams to surge into his body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. His withered body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, spiritual light roamed beneath his skin, and what flowed in his blood vessels was no longer blood, but pure-to-the-extreme five-colored spiritual light.

Foundation Establishment Early Stage, Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, Foundation Establishment Late Stage—his aura spiked upward section by section like an ignited gunpowder keg.

Every time he broke through a minor Realm, a visible wave of air exploded around his body, and the bluestones on the stone platform were shattered piece by piece by this force, with gravel floating in mid-air and spinning wildly within the five-colored light wheel.

Yang Zhenghua's expression changed abruptly, and his hand holding the sword tightened involuntarily.

The expressions of the two Foundation Establishment old men behind him finally showed cracks.

The old man who used fire techniques had a dry voice and muttered, "What kind of nonsense is this, he's really risking his life."

As for the old man who used wind blades, he stared fixedly at the layer of five-colored light wheel above Wang Chongyang's head that was thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye, his voice trembling: "No matter how profound the Wang Family's battle array is, it's only external force. Yet this old thing is clearly burning his already meager Lifespan! Isn't he afraid he'll die right after fighting this battle?!"

The composure on Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's Face had long since vanished without a trace, and that affable, wealth-courting round Face was now as pale as paper.

He was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, perceiving more clearly than anyone present what that aura on Wang Chongyang represented—that was not an ordinary combat power boost, but the final brilliance released after a dying person ignited their lifelong cultivation, remaining Lifespan, and flesh, blood, and soul all at once.

His hands and feet were turning cold, his throat was tightening, and a voice in the depths of his heart was screaming frantically—he regretted it.

If he had known earlier that Wang Chongyang still had this trick up his sleeve, he would never have come.

So what if the Ning Family died out? So what if the Wang Family was destroyed? He just wanted to go back alive.

Hu Shan stood at the edge of the mountain path with his hand pressed against his sword hilt, his expression no better than Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's.

Today was his great day of stepping down as Wanshan County magistrate.

Originally, he thought of giving Yang Zhenghua some Face and dropping by Lotus Pier to stabilize the situation, but he never expected it to develop to such a stage.

He stared fixedly at that aged and majestic figure within the five-colored light wheel, inwardly complaining bitterly—if Yang Zhenghua died here, if one of those two executive Elders perished here, what fucking promotion to inner sect executive would he have left?

It would be a blessing from his ancestors if he wasn't demoted.

Wang Chongyang did not give them any chance to regret.

He moved—this movement was like a thunderclap exploding, and his entire person transformed into a five-colored meteor, crashing straight toward Yang Zhenghua.

Yang Zhenghua's pupils shrank abruptly, subconsciously crossing his sword to block.

The deep blue cold gleam on the sword body collided with the five-colored thunder light, bursting into a blinding white light.

He only felt an immense, mighty force transmit through the sword body to the web of his thumb, cracking it instantly.

The long sword flew out of his hand, and his entire person was shaken by the remaining momentum of that palm to retreat more than ten zhang, his feet plowing two deep trenches in the ground before he barely stabilized his figure.

He looked down at his blood-dripping right hand, his eyes filled with disbelief—he was in the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, the second person in the Spirit Sword Sect's inner sect, yet someone slapped away his sword with a single palm.

Wang Chongyang did not spare him another glance.

His speed did not slow down in the least as he struck out with both palms simultaneously, his left palm slapping toward the flame barrier and his right palm slapping toward the wall of wind blades.

The two Foundation Establishment old men let out muffled grunts at the same time.

The flames scattered, the wind blades shattered, and the two of them were shaken into staggering backwards by this overwhelming force, stepping out a string of deep pits on the stone platform beneath their feet.

The interception set up jointly by the four of them was forcefully ripped open by him with a gap.

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong wanted to flee.

He had already figured it out: Wang Chongyang had no intention of living today at all, and if he couldn't escape today, he definitely wouldn't survive either.

His body reacted faster than his brain.

Spiritual light flashed beneath his feet, and his entire person transformed into a cyan rainbow soaring into the sky, fleeing desperately toward the direction of the flying boat.

Wang Chongyang did not pursue.

After breaking through the interception of the four people, he simply raised his right hand without looking back, his five fingers spread vaguely, and grabbed emptily toward the direction where that cyan rainbow was fleeing.

The five-colored light wheel suddenly contracted in his palm, compressed, and compressed again, until it condensed into a five-colored beam of light as thin as a hair and as bright as the scorching sun, which was then flicked out.