Chapter 338 The Might of Body Cultivation
Spirit-Sealing Array, heavy crossbow arrows, Innate Martial Artists!
In such an interlocking deathtrap, any Primary Tier Purple Mansion Superior would be in grave danger.
However, in the face of the pressure from the Spirit-Sealing Array, the incoming deluge of crossbow arrows, and the ambush by three Innate Masters, Wang Chen remained unflinching and undisturbed, not even bothering to move his feet.
Such a scene, when observed by the bandit leader, led him to believe Wang Chen was so petrified he couldn't react in time, and a hint of prideful delight couldn't help but show in his eyes.
What of being a Purple Mansion Superior?
He still fell right into his trap and became a juicy prey!
The bandit leader even began to calculate how much he could loot from Wang Chen.
A lofty Purple Mansion, with a wealth of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones, right?
But in the next moment, the smugness in his eyes instantly turned into shock.
Shiiiirk!
Along with the crisp sound of fabric tearing, the robe on Wang Chen's body shattered into pieces.
His physique suddenly swelled, the bones in his body crackled densely, and his exposed skin glowed with a bronze light.
At this moment, Wang Chen was like a deity descended to the mortal realm!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Heavy crossbow bolts with enough force to penetrate iron plates struck his body, and their heads snapped off in unison.
Only light, shallow white marks were left on the surface of Wang Chen's skin.
But even these marks soon disappeared.
Immediately after, Wang Chen threw a punch at the war saber that had just been slashing towards him.
His fist collided with the weapon infused with Innate True Qi; in a contest between flesh and metal weapon, it was the latter that instantly broke and shattered.
Bang!
The warrior of notable strength saw his weapon shatter the instant the explosive force of the punch hit him, causing his chest to cave in severely. He was flung backward like a kite whose string had been cut.
He was already dead before he hit the ground!
At that moment, a longsword skewered diagonally towards him, aiming right at his waist.
The tip upon contact with the skin indented slightly but was unable to pierce through.
Vajra Indestructibility!
The sword-wielding Innate Martial Artist lost color in his face and instinctively spurred his True Qi.
However, in his field of vision, a fist rapidly enlarged, eventually filling his entire view.
Thump!
The Innate Martial Artist's head exploded like a watermelon crushed by a ten-thousand-pound hammer.
At this time, the third Innate Martial Artist was only two steps away from Wang Chen and was positioned to his side and rear.
He had enough time to thrust the dagger in his hand, but the tragic deaths of his companions greatly shook his resolve.
The Martial Artist desperately leaned back to retreat, moving swiftly as an arrow released from the bowstring.
"Die!"
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Wang Chen suddenly turned and used "Shrinking Ground into Inches" to catch up with his opponent, his right leg sweeping out like a flash of lightning.
While his mana was greatly restricted by the Spirit-Sealing Array, it didn't mean he was incapable of casting spells.
It was merely that the power and effect of the spells were significantly reduced.
But to catch up with this Innate Martial Artist was more than enough!
Boom!
Two halves of a corpse were sent flying.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The second wave of arrows rained down.
But compared to before, there were fewer in number, and their accuracy was greatly compromised.
Because the bandits acting as crossbowmen had also been terrified by Wang Chen's formidable might and brutality, those who could keep restringing and shooting were already the elite among them.
A few bandits even abandoned their heavy crossbows and turned to run.
There was more than one exit from the cave hideout; as long as they could escape and hide in the forest, even Purple Mansion cultivators couldn't find them.
Boom! Boom!
Two massive stalactite columns shattered simultaneously, both destroyed by Wang Chen's Vajra Fist.
And with the loss of these two stalactite columns, the Spirit-Sealing Array immediately lost its effect, and nature's spiritual energy surged back with a violent influx.
Body Cultivation!
The sight sent shivers down the spine of the bandit leader, and his head felt like it was about to explode.
He had never expected that Wang Chen was also a Body Cultivator.
A powerful Purple Mansion Body Cultivator at that!
The bandit leader regretted his actions to the extreme; had he known how fierce Wang Chen was, he would have never taken on this job.
At the same time, infinite Grievance arose in the bandit leader's heart.
"As long as the green hills are there, one needn't worry about firewood!"
Regret was regret and resentment was resentment, but the bandit leader did not lose his senses because of this.
Seizing the moment of chaos, he immediately retreated backward.
The loss of his lair was inconsequential, for as long as he could save his own life, he could make a comeback sooner or later!
However, Wang Chen had let him escape once before. How could he possibly let him do so again?
The moment the bandit leader moved, Wang Chen immediately noticed.
He spat out a mass of silver light.
The next moment, a streak of light flashed by, swiftly catching up with the fleeing bandit leader.
A large head soared into the sky!
The headless body continued to surge forward for a distance before collapsing to the ground.
The streak of light swept back and forth mercilessly within the cave, reaping life after life without compassion.
In just under half a stick of incense's time, dozens of bandits were decapitated or sliced into two parts!
After a massacre that left blood flowing like rivers, the silver light rolled back and flew into Wang Chen's mouth, condensing back into a mass that he swallowed.
This was the Sword Pill Wang Chen had obtained after slaying the Golden Snake Gentleman, which he usually kept inside his body for nourishing and refining.
Today was the first time he had used the Sword Pill to kill enemies.
Compared to Flying Swords, the Sword Pill was lighter and faster, more flexible and unpredictable in confined spaces, often catching the enemy off guard, making it an excellent tool for stealth and surprise attacks.
However, the Sword Pill was more difficult to control than Flying Swords. Wang Chen had only revealed it after refining it to the point where he could use it as deftly as his own limbs.
He took a deep breath, and his physique swiftly returned to its original size.
Such "transformation" was seldom used by Wang Chen in combat before, and today's usage was totally due to the extraordinary circumstances.
This also served as a reminder to Wang Chen not to underestimate any opponent.
A group of Qi Cultivators, if they planned well and prepared thoroughly, could indeed cause an upset for a Purple Mansion Cultivator!
In fact, it proved to be correct that he had cultivated his Physique—otherwise, even if he could handle a situation like today's, he would probably suffer considerable loss.
After changing into a new robe, Wang Chen stepped over the blood-soaked ground, heading deeper into the cave.
The two villagers who had been abducted were still nowhere to be seen!
There must be other bandits in this den of thieves, but clearly, they were not fools. Realizing the situation was hopeless, they had all run away, and none were foolish enough to remain behind.
Wang Chen eventually found an underground prison.
The prison was divided into more than a dozen cells, four of which held a total of twenty to thirty prisoners.
By their attire, they were all villagers and farmers, and a few looked like Hunters.
These people, not understanding what had happened, all looked terrified, and some were even sobbing softly.
Wang Chen's appearance only increased their unease.
"Village Chief, sir!"
One prisoner recognized Wang Chen and immediately rushed to the iron bars, shouting loudly, "I'm Xu Laosi, please save me!"
He had found them!
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