usatvline Chapter 119 An Unpleasant Guest Arrives
Chapter 119 An Unpleasant Guest Arrives
At 3:45 PM, the Zhenguo Duke's mansion was filled with guests.
Lin Chen, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, smiled as he moved among the guests, still displaying the laziness of a spoiled young master.
He raised his cup to drink with the Vice Minister of War, his steps slightly unsteady, seemingly already three-tenths drunk.
Yet, deep within his half-drunk eyes, his mind was as clear as a mirror.
Yuan Tiangang appeared silently beside him and transmitted his voice secretly: "My lord, the person has arrived."
"How many?" Lin Chen's smile remained unchanged as he poured another glass of wine.
"Twenty-one people." Yuan Tiangang's voice was calm and unwavering.
"The twelve Grandmasters of the Purple Robe Tower, in their later stages, have already set up the 'Twelve Capital Heavenly Gate Formation' three miles outside the mansion."
The Grand Elder, hidden in the center of the formation, possessed the cultivation level of the mid-stage Celestial Realm.
Eight Grandmaster-level assassins from the Yama Palace are lurking among the guests.
Yin Jiuyou and Xue Sha have not yet shown themselves, but their auras have already been locked onto.
Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, but he maintained a smile as he raised his glass and walked to the next table.
"It wouldn't be good to keep the guests waiting. The banquet starts at 7 PM, so we need to serve the dishes on time."
He moved about the banquet area seemingly casually, yet every step he took subtly aligned with the natural order of the universe.
As he walked to the main seat and sat down, the flow of spiritual energy throughout the Duke's mansion subtly changed, and invisible array patterns spread out from the ground.
Among the guests, several top experts simultaneously looked up.
Empress Zhao Lingyang put down her wine cup and tapped her fingertips lightly three times on the table.
Behind him, the gray-robed national advisor nodded slightly, his aura of a mid-stage Celestial Realm expert faintly visible.
Zhan Tianqiong, the Grand Elder of the War God Temple, frowned and whispered to Zhan Fengyun beside him:
"What a grand display! The Twelve Heavenly Gates Formation of the Purple Robe Tower... they've mobilized their entire force."
Xuanjizi of the Tianji Academy opened his eyes and looked towards the southeast:
"The Twelve Heavenly Gates, a trapping and killing formation."
The Bloodbath of Yama's Palace has arrived... Tonight, bloodshed is likely to follow.
The Azure Dragon Sect Master, the old man Canglong, tightened his grip on the wine cup, causing ripples to spread across the wine inside.
Although he was the leader of the Azure Dragon Sect, he felt immense pressure in the face of such a formidable force.
Lin Chen sat down in the main seat, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, and smiled at the drunken Li Bai beside him:
"Mr. Li, how is this 'Drunken Immortal Brew'?"
Li Bai shook the wine gourd in his hand, his eyes blurry with drunkenness:
"The wine is good, but it might spill later."
"What's spilled is spilled." Lin Chen raised his glass.
"Those who should stay will stay, and those who should leave... won't be able to leave."
The two exchanged a knowing smile, their understanding unspoken.
As dusk approached, the sky began to darken.
The moment the last ray of sunset disappeared—
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Twelve pillars of light shot into the sky from the four directions: east, south, west, and north!
Each beam of light is five zhang thick, with runes flowing within it, instantly weaving into a golden net of light that covers the heavens and the earth!
Under the light net, space solidifies and spiritual energy freezes!
"The Twelve Heavenly Gates Formation—Activate!"
An aged shout came from the southeast, and thirteen figures stepped through the air.
The leader, with his black robes fluttering and a sinister face, was none other than the Grand Elder of the Purple Robe Tower—a cultivator at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm!
The twelve people behind him each possessed an aura as vast as the sea, and were all late-stage Grandmasters!
Almost simultaneously, three dark figures suddenly sprang up from the guest seats!
The speed was extremely fast. One moment they were drinking at the banquet, and the next they had transformed into three black lightning bolts that shot straight at Lin Chen!
The three of them unleashed their full power, revealing themselves to be late-stage Grandmasters—assassins lurking in the Yama Palace!
But just as the three dark figures reached the edge of the platform, a silver spear emerged from the sea like a dragon!
"clang!!!"
The sound of metal clashing was deafening!
Zhao Zilong, dressed in white robes, held the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear, the tip of which flashed with three points of cold light, accurately hitting the three daggers that were thrust at him!
The aura of a half-step Celestial being erupted suddenly, like a volcanic eruption!
The three assassins were sent flying backward, spitting out blood in mid-air, their eyes filled with horror.
This shot not only shattered their combined attack, but also severely damaged their internal organs!
"A half-step Celestial Being..." one of them hissed, "The intelligence is wrong!"
Zhao Zilong stood holding his spear, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his voice steady:
"It is inappropriate for the commander-in-chief to shed blood on his wedding day. If the three of you retreat now, you may be spared."
Before the words were even finished, eight figures around the banquet hall stood up at the same time!
The Eight Vajras!
All eight were dressed in black, their auras blending together. The combined pressure of the eight grandmasters faintly formed a phantom of a mountain, suppressing the entire scene!
"Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation—Activate!"
The eight people shouted in unison, and eight golden rays shot into the sky, forming a golden array in the air.
As the formation was activated, it actually reduced the pressure of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gate Formation by 30%!
The guests erupted in uproar!
"Eight Grandmasters?! These are the Eight Vajras?"
"That white-robed general... a half-step Celestial Being! My God!"
The Empress's expression remained unchanged, but she tightened her grip on the wine glass slightly.
She had known about Zhao Zilong's strength for a long time, but she never expected that he was not much different from a true celestial being.
The Grand Elder of the Purple Robe Pavilion, his face ashen, said sternly:
"Lin Chen! You think these people can stop my Purple Robe Tower? Today is the day your Zhenguo Duke's Mansion will be wiped out!"
He raised his hand and waved it, and the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gates Formation suddenly contracted!
The golden net of light transformed into twelve golden chains, each as thick as a person's waist.
The chain was engraved with dense runes, exuding an aura of world destruction!
Twelve chains coiled down like serpents, their target the Eight Vajras and Zhao Zilong!
But at that moment, eight figures in white robes rose up from all parts of the mansion.
Eight Great Swordsmen!
The eight women, all dressed in white and holding long swords, stood in mid-air, their auras blending together.
The sword intent of the eight Grandmasters at the initial stage converged and condensed into a phantom of a giant sword a hundred feet long in the air!
"Eight Desolate Sword Formation - Slash!"
The eight women shouted in unison, and a hundred-foot-long sword aura shot into the sky to meet the three golden chains!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The clang of metal against metal resounded through the heavens! The sword energy clashed with the chains, unleashing a blinding light!
The three chains were shaken back and the sword energy shattered inch by inch!
At the same time, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation formed by the Eight Vajras was operating at its maximum.
Eight people threw punches at the same time, and eight golden fist imprints slammed into the other four chains!
"Boom—!!"
The fist imprint collided with the chain, causing the space to tremble!
The four chains were blasted until their light dimmed, and they flew back!
Zhao Zilong flicked his spear, and the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear transformed into a giant silver dragon. With a single thrust, he pierced through two chains!
The first wave of attack from the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gate Formation was completely blocked!
The Grand Elder's face turned ashen. Just as he was about to activate the second transformation of the formation, a blood-red shadow silently appeared above the altar.
It was an old man dressed in a blood-red robe, his face withered like a skeleton, his eyes sunken, and he exuded a strong stench of blood.
Blood Killer, Supreme Elder of the Yama Palace, mid-stage Celestial Realm!
"Hehehe..." Blood Killer let out a piercing laugh, "The Purple Robe Tower is indeed a piece of trash."
"Lin Chen, hand over the murderer who killed my Seven Killings Hall of the Yama Palace, and I might grant you a complete corpse."
Before he finished speaking, a giant blood-red hand had already condensed in the air.
Blood churned in his palm, countless wronged souls wailed, and a nauseating stench filled the air!
The blood-red giant hand slowly pressed down, and the space shattered inch by inch wherever it passed!
This palm strike was already a full-force attack from a mid-stage Celestial Realm cultivator!