Chapter 338

Chapter 338: The Might of Body Cultivators

The spirit-sealing formation, heavy crossbow arrows, and innate martial artists!

In such a meticulously orchestrated killing trap, any initial Purple Palace master would face immense peril.

Yet, confronted with the suppression of the spirit-sealing formation, the barrage of crossbow arrows, and the ambush of three innate experts, Wang Chen stood unflinching, his expression unaltered, not even shifting his stance.

To the bandit leader, this scene suggested that Wang Chen was too stunned to react, and a glimmer of triumph flickered in his eyes.

What of a Purple Palace master?

He too would fall into his trap, becoming nothing more than succulent prey!

The bandit leader even began to muse over the wealth he could extract from Wang Chen.

Surely, a distinguished Purple Palace master must possess assets worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, no?

But in the next instant, the smugness in his eyes was replaced by sheer astonishment.

Rip!

Accompanied by the sharp sound of tearing fabric, Wang Chen’s robe disintegrated into fragments.

His body abruptly swelled, his bones emitting a series of resonant cracks, while his exposed skin gleamed with a bronze hue.

At that moment, Wang Chen appeared as though a celestial being had descended!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The heavy crossbow arrows, capable of piercing through iron plates, struck his body, yet their tips shattered upon impact.

Only faint, shallow white marks marred the surface of Wang Chen’s skin.

But even these marks swiftly faded.

Immediately after, Wang Chen’s fist collided with the battle blade that had just been swung at him.

His fist met the weapon infused with innate true energy, and in the clash between flesh and metal, the latter broke instantly.

Crash!

The formidable innate martial artist felt his weapon shatter in an instant, and was struck in the chest by the explosive fist power, causing a significant dent in his torso. He was sent flying backward like a kite with its string severed.

Before he could even hit the ground, he was already lifeless!

At that very moment, a long sword thrust in at an angle, striking his waist.

The skin where the sword tip pierced caved in but failed to penetrate.

Invulnerable Vajra!

The innate martial artist wielding the sword was aghast and instinctively channeled his true energy.

However, in his line of sight, a fist rapidly expanded, instantly dominating his entire field of vision.

Boom!

The innate martial artist’s head exploded like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer.

At this juncture, the third innate martial artist was merely two steps away from Wang Chen, positioned to his side and rear.

He had ample time to thrust with the dagger in his hand, yet the horrific deaths of his two comrades profoundly rattled his resolve.

The innate martial artist suddenly leaned back and darted away with the speed of a flying arrow.

"Die!"

Wang Chen, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, abruptly turned and used Shortening the Earth to catch up, his right leg sweeping out like a bolt of lightning.

Although his magical power was severely restricted by the spirit-sealing formation, it didn’t mean he couldn’t cast spells.

It simply meant their power and effectiveness were greatly diminished.

But it was more than enough to catch this innate martial artist!

Bang!

Two severed bodies flew through the air.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A second wave of arrows rained down.

However, compared to before, there were fewer arrows, and their accuracy had significantly dropped.

The bandits serving as crossbowmen were nearly paralyzed with terror at Wang Chen’s ferocity, and only the elite among them could still manage to draw their bows.

Several bandits even dropped their heavy crossbows and fled.

The Bandits’ Lair had multiple exits; as long as they could escape into the mountains and hide, even a Purple Palace cultivator wouldn’t be able to find them.

Boom! Boom!

Two massive stalactite columns shattered, both destroyed by Wang Chen’s Vajra Fist.

With the stalactites gone, the spirit-sealing formation lost its effect, and spiritual energy surged back into the area.

Body cultivator!

Witnessing this, the bandit leader felt his scalp prickle, and his head nearly exploded.

He had never imagined that Wang Chen was also a body cultivator.

A powerful Purple Palace body cultivator!

The bandit leader was filled with regret; had he known Wang Chen was so ruthless, he would never have taken on this task.

At the same time, an endless bitterness welled up inside him.

As long as the green mountains remain, there will be firewood!

Regret or not, resentment or not, the bandit leader didn’t lose his composure.

Seizing the chaos, he immediately retreated.

Losing the lair didn’t matter; as long as he kept his life, he could rise again!

However, since Wang Chen had let him escape once before, there was no way he would let him go this time!

The moment the bandit leader moved, Wang Chen sensed it.

He opened his mouth and released a silver beam of light.

In the next instant, a streak of light flashed and caught up with the fleeing bandit leader in an Instant.

A large head soared into the air!

The headless body continued forward for a short distance before collapsing to the ground.

The streak of light darted through the cave, mercilessly claiming lives.

In less than half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, dozens of bandits were either decapitated or cut in two!

After the bloodbath, the silver light coiled back, condensing into a mass that Wang Chen swallowed into his belly.

This was the Sword Pellet he had obtained from slaying Lord Jin Snake Jun, which he had been nurturing and refining within his body.

Today was the first time he had used the Sword Pellet in battle.

Compared to flying swords, Sword Pellets were lighter and faster, making them more versatile and unpredictable in close quarters, perfect for surprise attacks.

However, Sword Pellets were harder to control; Wang Chen had refined his mastery to the point of effortless use before revealing it.

He took a deep breath, and his body quickly returned to its original size.

Such "transformations" were rare for Wang Chen in combat; today was an exceptional case.

This also served as a reminder not to underestimate any opponent.

A group of Qi Training cultivators, with careful planning and thorough preparation, could indeed pose a threat to a Purple Palace cultivator!

This experience proved that cultivating his body alongside his other skills was the right choice; otherwise, even if he had managed to handle today’s situation, he would have suffered significant losses.

Changing into a new robe, Wang Chen stepped over the blood-soaked ground and ventured deeper into the cave.

The two kidnapped villagers were still nowhere to be seen!

There were undoubtedly other bandits in the lair, but they were no fools—realizing the danger, they had fled without hesitation.

Wang Chen eventually discovered an underground prison.

The prison was divided into more than a dozen cells, four of which held a total of twenty to thirty prisoners.

Judging by their attire, they were mostly villagers and farmers, with a few who appeared to be hunters.

The prisoners were bewildered by what had happened, their faces filled with fear, and some were quietly sobbing.

Wang Chen’s arrival only heightened their unease.

“Village chief!”

One prisoner recognized Wang Chen and rushed to the iron bars, shouting, “I’m Old Four Xu! Save me!”

Found him!