Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 804 - : Battle in Eight Directions (Part 1)

Chapter 804: Chapter 804: Battle in Eight Directions (Part 1)

In the murky waters, Wang Chen swam like a fish, instantly diving through the long channel.

He reemerged into the Wash Silk River.

But he immediately sensed something was amiss.

Mottled light and shadow cascaded down from above the river, illuminating the deep waters.

Then, a series of large nets broke the surface, falling with a loud splash, covering the entire river channel within a hundred steps.

Splash! Splash!

Right after, more people jumped into the river.

Realizing he was surrounded, Wang Chen felt not a hint of panic. He surged upward, swinging out a dagger just as he was about to be ensnared by the nets.

Though this dagger was not a divine weapon, it was extremely sharp. Infused with Innate Qi, the blade emitted a piercing chill, and instantly sliced through the large net.

This net, designed to capture people and made from special materials, couldn’t be damaged by ordinary swords and weapons. Once entrapped, even fierce beasts couldn’t break free.

Yet in Wang Chen’s hands, it was as if made of paper.

He burst through the torn opening, leaping high out of the water!

The moment he broke the surface, Wang Chen took a deep breath.

His body swelled in size, his loose clothing now tight against his form, his thighs, chest, and arms bulging with muscle, his face covered with a rigid expression.

He looked completely different!

At that moment, both sides of the Wash Silk River were crowded with onlookers, among them many martial artists in black tight-fitting garments.

Seeing Wang Chen emerge from the water, a wave of gasps rang out around him.

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“Seize him!”

With a fierce shout, a dozen martial artists in black simultaneously threw out dark, gleaming chains, aiming to ensnare Wang Chen in the air.

Their coordination was flawless, the chains dancing in the air like hunting pythons, momentarily blocking out the sky.

However, Wang Chen quickly alternated stepping with his left and right feet, suddenly propelling himself several meters higher, avoiding all the chains.

The exclamations from both banks of the Wash Silk River grew louder, countless eyes widened as if witnessing a deity.

It was incredibly unbelievable!

Indeed, Wang Chen had relied on spells to create this cloud-stepping effect in mid-air.

Transformed, he stepped on air and lightly landed inside a high pavilion of the Red Building.

Inside were several young debauchees entertaining themselves with courtesans and wine, unaware until Wang Chen suddenly intruded, leaving them stunned as statues.

“Scram.”

Wang Chen waved his hand.

The young men, as if granted amnesty, immediately dropped the courtesans they held and scurried away.

The fright rendered those beautiful women pale.

Of course, Wang Chen had no intention of troubling these fallen women. He simply seated himself at a nearby table.

“Sir, may I serve you some wine?”

Hearing this timid voice, Wang Chen, who had just picked up a wine pot, became curious, “They all ran, why didn’t you run?”

In a moment, the pavilion had cleared of most courtesans, musicians, and maids.

Only a young lady clutching a lute remained seated, seemingly too shocked to move.

“Run?”

The Lute Lady showed a bitter smile, “Taiwu City is vast, but where could I possibly run to?”

She mustered the courage to look at Wang Chen, “Besides, sir’s divine skills are unparalleled, I presume you wouldn’t bother with a minor person like me.”

Wang Chen laughed heartily, “Indeed, you are a delicate woman, yet stronger than many men.”

He poured himself a drink and said, “There’s no need for wine service. Play me a song instead. Play well, and you shall be rewarded.”

“Yes.”

The Lute Lady gracefully bowed, then her delicate fingers lightly plucked the strings of her instrument, producing a sound like silver pearls rolling on a jade plate, a melody that touched the soul.

Wang Chen held his cup and took a sip, tapping the beat with his left hand on the table.

“Young man, then why don’t you run?”

It was Elder Yao who asked Wang Chen, this Nascent Soul True Immortal was puzzled by Wang Chen’s current behavior, “You already got what you needed.”

With Wang Chen’s skills, he could have easily broken out and stealthily returned to his own dwelling.

Yet, he hid in this conspicuously prominent Red Building.

While Wang Chen was drinking and listening to music, a large team of elite Samurai appeared outside the Red Building.

Together with men in black, they dispersed the crowd of onlookers and swiftly set up a tight net of defenses across the nearby streets and buildings, forming a tight encirclement.

Some Samurai carried Heavy Crossbows, leaping onto high walls or rooftops, their piercing gazes locking onto the high chamber of the Red Building where Wang Chen was located.

“Run?”

Wang Chen responded calmly, “Why should I run?”

Elder Yao was speechless.

Wang Chen drained his cup, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to the music.

Although the Lute Lady wasn’t stunningly beautiful, her skill with the instrument was outstanding, drawing Wang Chen deeply into the music.

Regrettably, the music stopped abruptly before it finished!

A man in green robes, a swordsman, stepped into the chamber.

He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, with a lean figure and a weathered face but fierce eyes, making him resemble an unsheathed sharp sword, radiating an indestructible sharpness.

The Lute Lady was startled, and she curled up shivering.

Ten steps away, the Green-Robed Swordsman halted, his gaze falling on Wang Chen.

“Sir, you are really skilled and brave!”

His voice was hoarse like metal scraping, coarse and unpleasant, “Someone sent me to ask you, what did you take from Lord Yao’s Treasure?”

Upon hearing this, Wang Chen immediately realized and communicated with Elder Yao through his mind, “Senior, it seems your secret vault was discovered long ago.”

Elder Yao sneered, “So what if it was discovered? They can’t open it, nor do they dare to force it open.”

Without a doubt, after Elder Yao’s secret vault was discovered, an Array was set up around it to lie in wait for someone who could open it, then to strike like a mantis catching a cicada, with a yellow bird following behind.

This person was quite something!

Wang Chen asked the Green-Robed Swordsman, “Who is your master?”

The corner of the Green-Robed Swordsman’s eye twitched, and he coldly replied, “Hand over what you obtained from the treasure and cut off an arm, then you can leave alive.”

Wang Chen laughed.

He flicked his finger at the empty Blue and White Porcelain Cup on the table.

With a “snap” sound, the valuable cup instantly shattered into many pieces, which shot rapidly through the air towards the Green-Robed Swordsman.

The Green-Robed Swordsman’s gaze hardened as he fiercely drew his sword.

In an instant, the Sword Light shone, and the sound of clinking filled the air.

By the time the Sword Light faded, the Green-Robed Swordsman was standing solemnly, his cold gaze even more chilling.

A shallow cut appeared on his cheek, from which blood slowly seeped out.

Though his face was expressionless, a massive turmoil surged within the Green-Robed Swordsman at that moment.

His Swordsmanship was among the top ten in Taiwu City, yet he couldn’t completely stop the fragments of a mere porcelain cup.

What, then, was the true extent of Wang Chen’s strength?

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