C15 With Me Here You Can't Do Anything

Under Wang Jingyu's command, a colossal surge of Spiritual Force began to coalesce, and simultaneously, hundreds of ports on the aircraft carrier blazed to life.

"Fire!"

With a grand gesture, Wang Jingyu signaled the attack.

Boom!

Hundreds of beams, each as wide as a person could embrace, descended like the wrath of the gods.

The spectacle was truly magnificent.

What followed was a vision of hell on earth.

Boom!

The sound of countless explosions, like thunder, filled the air.

The air was pierced by innumerable agonized screams.

In just a single volley, the Heye Sect was reduced to rubble.

Tens of thousands of disciples lay dead or wounded, their grand edifices now nothing but rubble.

In the span of a single breath, the Heye Sect had lost nearly seventy percent of their fighting force!

Zheng Changyu was shell-shocked.

The elders who had accompanied him into battle were equally bewildered.

The onlookers nearly bulged their eyes out of their heads.

What kind of flying artifact was that?!

The lethality... it was simply too horrific!

As the lasers struck, several Meditation Stage disciples attempted to intercept them, only to be instantly incinerated.

If those at the Meditation Stage were so easily dispatched, the fate of the other disciples was clear.

"A demon cultivator! Wang Jingyu is indeed a demon cultivator!"

"Run for your lives! The demon cultivator has gone berserk with bloodlust. Run!"

"This isn't just any flying artifact; it's a weapon of mass destruction! With such a fearsome arsenal, it could level an entire sect in less than two hours!"

The remaining onlookers scattered in panic, terrified that the demon above might cast his deadly lasers their way.

Meanwhile, Shen Jun and Wang Wu remained as calm as if they were simply enjoying a day of fishing.

Wang Wu was inclined to flee, but, seeing Shen Jun unmoved, he felt it improper to show his alarm.

Shen Jun, confident in his abilities, was undeterred.

He had discerned something of the weapon's workings from that initial barrage.

It appeared to be an array of countless Spirit Gathering Arrays, coupled with several hundred molecular strippers, forming an impressive cannon array.

It was only slightly less potent than the strike of a Half-Saint.

The design was ingenious.

To think that a Spirit Gathering Array could be used to create such a modern weapon.

But how had Wang Jingyu managed to automate the weapon to such a degree? To fire in unison with a mere snap of his fingers?

It could shoot with such precision without anyone at the helm. How did it discern allies from enemies?

Did it possess its own autonomous intelligence system?

After eight centuries of slumber, had his disciples truly become this remarkable?

Zheng Changyu's eyes were filled with fury under the night sky.

The work of his lifetime, gone in the blink of an eye!

"I'll say this one more time, return everything you found in Shen's Tomb," Wang Jingyu stated, hands clasped behind his back, his demeanor as icy as ever.

"Wang Jingyu, go to hell!" Zheng Changyu, blinded by rage, was beyond listening.

With a sweep of his sword, a colossal thirty-meter-long silver arc of energy cleaved the night in two.

Following suit, the other seven elders launched their attacks without a moment's hesitation.

Seven more fierce sword energies screamed through the air!

The night was ablaze with sword light, the silvery glow casting the Heye Sect in daylight brilliance.

The very fabric of space showed visible, violent undulations.

The Heye Sect's signature technique was truly exceptional.

"Wang Jingyu, die!"

Zheng Changyu's roar echoed as eight sword energies tore through the sky.

This was the Heye Sect's famed sword formation, anchored by seven Great Saints and led by a True God.

The eight sword energies, interlinked, had their power magnified.

Such a fearsome strike, not even someone at the Peak of God Stage would dare to face directly.

And certainly not Wang Jingyu, a man devoted to the art of construction.

Yet, Shen Jun remained motionless.

It wasn't for lack of ability to save; Shen Jun had many aces up his sleeve, any of which could easily defuse the situation.

These were the rewards from the system for taking on disciples in days past.

To use one was to lose one.

But Shen Jun would never value treasures over the life of his disciple.

His apparent inaction stemmed from his unwavering confidence in Wang Jingyu!

How much Wang Jingyu was capable of, others might not know, but how could he, his master, be unaware?

With a swish, the eight sounds of cleaving air converged.

In a flash, the sword energies descended, bombarding Wang Jingyu with their full might.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Yet, the sounds emanating from the smoke and dust weren't the dull thuds of swords slicing through flesh but rather the crisp clang of metal striking metal.

The onlookers exchanged puzzled glances. What was happening?

Had this demon somehow transformed his own body into a magical artifact?

As the blinding light from the swords dissipated, Wang Jingyu reemerged before them, clad in a suit of red and gold armor.

A few nearly imperceptible white marks adorned the chest plate of the armor.

These were the "wounds" inflicted by the combined strike of the sword formation.

"Hahahaha," Shen Jun burst into laughter from a distance, bending over with mirth. "Look at that, cosplaying Iron Man, no less! Hahahaha!"

Wang Wu, puzzled, inquired, "Senior, what does 'cosplaying' mean? And who is Iron Man? Are you referring to that armor? It sure is flashy."

"Hahahahaha," Shen Jun's laughter grew even louder. "Exactly, that's the armor of Iron Man!"

The iconic red and gold color scheme was brimming with a high-tech vibe.

It was the spitting image of Iron Man from his memories!

He hadn't expected Wang Jingyu to so perfectly replicate it.

High above, Zheng Changyu was oblivious to any Iron Man.

If one sword strike failed, then two, three, a thousand more would follow.

But Wang Jingyu wasn't about to give them the chance.

Before the sword formation could muster a second effort, Wang Jingyu, who was tightly ensnared at the center by eight strands of Divine Sense, vanished into thin air.

The Heye Sect members were still reeling when Wang Jingyu, like a phantom, appeared behind one of them.

Bang!

A fist imbued with Spiritual Force struck hard, smashing the elder's head into a mess akin to a burst watermelon. The headless body plummeted from the sky, splattering into a heap of flesh.

"How could this..."

An elder began to exclaim in horror, but before he could finish, his head was shattered by a swift kick from Wang Jingyu.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A succession of dreadful thuds echoed as one Great Sage elder after another fell from the sky, each body severed in twain without exception.

Before long, only Zheng Changyu and Wang Jingyu remained aloft.

Zheng Changyu truly lived up to his role as the master of a sect and a God Stage Expert. In the critical moment, he unleashed a remarkable display of valor. Igniting his blood essence!

He bellowed, and his Spiritual Force erupted, flooding into the longsword he wielded. The massive silver sword shadow split once, then again, multiplying rapidly. In no time, a blanket of sword shadows enveloped the sky!

Wang Jingyu was trapped by an inexplicable force, unable to move his legs. Beneath his mask, his expression finally shifted. He was acutely aware of the potency of the myriad sword shadows; even clad in his armor, he doubted he could emerge unharmed.

Cursing his oversight, he thought, "I've been too careless!"

"Wang Jingyu, I swear we will fight to the death today!" Zheng Changyu, eyes red with fury, screamed to the heavens. This was his most powerful technique, fueled by the sacrifice of his blood essence. It was a do-or-die attack.

"Zheng Changyu, lay a finger on my senior brother, and I'll obliterate your entire sect!" came another thunderous yell from the aircraft carrier. A figure dashed forward, faster than the sound itself—it was none other than the fiercely loyal Lee Hongyu.

"Lee Hongyu?!" Zheng Changyu's initial shock quickly turned to venomous contempt. "So, the demon himself has arrived. Birds of a feather flock together, I see. Today, you'll fall by my hand as well!"

"Shut your mouth! Fire the cannons!" Lee Hongyu roared in rage, commanding the aircraft carrier's hundreds of light cannons to unleash another barrage. These were designed for mass destruction, though, and against a formidable opponent like Zheng Changyu, they fell short.

The cannons ceased, but the overwhelming sword formation was already descending.

"Senior brother!!" Lee Hongyu's voice was raw with desperation.

Zheng Changyu, already gravely wounded and exhausted from burning his blood essence and Spiritual Force, cackled madly, convinced he was about to witness Wang Jingyu's demise. But his laughter was cut short. Suddenly, a figure bathed in golden radiance appeared, smiling lightly as he approached.

"As long as I'm here, you won't lay a finger on them."