Chapter 261: Chapter 162: Where Did You Get That Muddy Water Round Shield?

However, Xiao Chen blocked the way, looking as though he still had strength to spare.

"You can die content, knowing you forced my hand."

Seeing this, the Western Wanderer finally cast aside his hesitation and played his ultimate trump card.

"All of you are guilty!"

"In the name of the Yellow Springs True Monarch, I deliver heaven’s judgment. I hereby sentence you to be cast into the Nine Netherworld, to fall into an eternal hell—a hell named Ice Mountain!"

As his verdict rang out, ghostly shadows swarmed the area.

A phantom materialized in mid-air. It wore a beaded imperial crown, dark upper robes, and a reddish lower garment. A river from the Yellow Springs coiled around its body.

It was the very same illusion of the Yellow Springs True Monarch that Xiao Chen had seen once before.

With a mere gesture of its hand, an ice mountain materialized.

The ice mountain then began to drift slowly toward Xiao Chen.

Its speed seemed incredibly slow—almost comically so.

It looked as if a single, casual step would be enough to dodge it.

But in the eyes of an observer, the ice mountain landed on Xiao Chen the very instant after it appeared.

Some things are so cold you feel it just by looking.

But for the Southern Wanderer, standing not too far off, it was far more than a mere visual chill.

Even from over a thousand feet away, the moment the ice mountain materialized, an intense chill washed over him.

It was as if he had been plunged into a world of absolute zero, every inch of his skin assaulted by a bone-piercing cold.

This cold wasn’t just skin-deep; it felt as though it pierced straight to the marrow, making his whole body tremble and his very blood threaten to freeze solid.

Even his movements started to grow stiff and sluggish.

The only silver lining was that even the Small Three Talents Sword Formation was affected, its Sword Qi slowing fractionally.

The Western Wanderer, being slightly closer, felt it even more intensely.

He took out a dagger and casually tossed it at Xiao Chen.

Based on past experience, a completely frozen statue of ice would shatter into dust with the slightest touch.

PING!

Xiao Chen simply raised a hand and blocked the dagger. "Why don’t you stop calling yourselves the Divine Fire Sect? How about the Yellow Springs Dao instead?"

"You’re always using other people’s Magic as your trump cards. Can’t you come up with anything original?"

Xiao Chen glanced up at the featureless illusion. "Thing is, I don’t feel a thing."

?

The Western Wanderer stared at Xiao Chen, utterly bewildered and at a complete loss.

’What’s going on?’

’How could Xiao Chen be unaffected by the Yellow Springs True Monarch?’

He had painstakingly cultivated the Ice Mountain Hell for thirty years. He considered it his greatest trump card, the very ability that had earned him his position as the leader of the Four Great Wanderers.

Even Daoist Qian Hong had praised him, saying that this one move was enough to stand against a Fake Pill Cultivator.

’But where did it all go wrong to lead to this result?’

The Western Wanderer couldn’t accept this reality. He futilely cast Ice Mountain Hell once more.

But Xiao Chen remained standing nearby, a faint smile on his face, completely unaffected.

"How can this be?"

the Western Wanderer muttered, lost and bewildered.

Meanwhile, inside the Sword Array, the Southern Wanderer’s screams were cut short as the Sword Qi diced him into pieces.

「An hour later.」

Xiao Chen collected the Western Wanderer’s Storage Bag.

He wasn’t sure why the man hadn’t tried to escape, choosing instead to stay and fight to the death when he was clearly outmatched.

But that didn’t matter. What was important was that he had achieved his goal: securing both of their Storage Bags.

With this, the Four Great Wanderers of the Divine Fire Sect were now a thing of the past, all of them eliminated by his hand alone.

This meant that there were no longer any Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators capable of using the Soul-breaking Needle.

As a result, even though he hadn’t had time to develop a countermeasure for the Soul-breaking Needle, the entire Lingyuan Sect no longer had to worry about it.

It also meant that he had single-handedly thwarted the bulk of the Divine Fire Sect’s invasion.

All that was left was to systematically search the area and clean up any remaining Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators.

Of course, the first order of business was to remove the last Array Plate. Then he could take inventory of the Storage Bags.

He wondered what the looks on the faces of the Divine Fire Sect members would be when they discovered their expected Array failed to activate.

Smiling, Xiao Chen finished cleaning up the battlefield, then opened his map and headed for the final Array Plate.