C12 Chaotic Dragon Armor Technique
The mother and daughter quickly complied, rising to assist Wang Ye with his clothing before dressing themselves. They then pushed open the door and stepped outside.
Immediately upon opening the door, they were greeted by a pungent scent of blood. The flash of blades and swords was everywhere, and the air was thick with the intent to kill. Wang Ye's gaze swept the area, taking in every detail of his surroundings.
Pei Yuanhu was locked in combat with an ageless warrior from the Wang family. Meanwhile, other experts from the Pei family were engaged in fierce battles amongst themselves.
Wang Ye, gripping the Voidpiercer, advanced forward. Along the path, numerous bodies were strewn about. There were members from both the Pei and Wang families, as well as Fellbeasts and puppets. The majority, however, belonged to the Wang family.
"Kill!" A Chrysalis Realm cultivator from the Wang family, his eyes bloodshot, caught sight of Wang Ye and charged at him, brandishing his blade.
Puff! Without so much as a glance, Wang Ye casually thrust his spear with an elusive and unpredictable motion. The spearhead penetrated the attacker's skull, and in the next instant, his body shriveled up.
Amidst the chaos of the Pei family, no one took notice of Wang Ye harnessing the power of the Azure Spire.
Puff! Puff! Puff! As Wang Ye walked with an air of nonchalance, one formidable opponent after another fell to his spear. Those below the Primal Sea Realm met their end with a single strike, while those within it required only three to five.
His prowess in battle had reached a level beyond comprehension. And as the fight raged on, he grew only stronger, not showing any significant signs of fatigue. Instead, he accumulated over a hundred drops of the Draught of Ascendancy.
With more than thirty Chrysalis Realm and seven or eight Primal Sea Realm combatants slain by his hand, his ferocity inevitably drew the attention of the Wang family's experts.
Wang Xu, commanding the battle from the outskirts, bellowed in fury, "Wang Shi, Wang Feng, and Wang Shan, you three brothers, go and wrench off that little wretch's head!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! As he gave the command, three overwhelming presences erupted forth, charging towards Wang Ye like three ferocious tigers descending upon their prey.
The trio was unmistakably a band of brothers, their combined might rivaling that of a Primordial Spirit when their energies intertwined.
Wang Xu scoffed repeatedly, "These brothers excel in joint combat techniques. They've even slain a mid-stage Primordial Spirit Realm adversary. You're as good as dead."
But his smirk vanished in an instant.
With a flick of his wrist, Wang Ye sent the Voidpiercer soaring, its draconic cry morphing into a massive fire dragon.
Crack!
The dragon's maw gaped open, cleaving Wang Shan in twain.
Its tail swept through the air with a thunderous crack, hurling Wang Feng to the ground like a shell, his fate uncertain.
A brutal headbutt from the dragon sent Wang Shi flying, his bones pulverized.
In mere moments, the three formidable opponents lay dead or gravely wounded, causing Wang Xu's eyelids to twitch uncontrollably.
Even he would need several hundred moves to best the brothers, yet he couldn't match the devastating efficiency of Wang Ye.
"This whelp bears the mark of both dragon and phoenix; we cannot allow him to proceed unchecked. You five, finish him off."
The Wang family's five deathsworn stepped forward, each at the pinnacle of the Primal Sea state.
As they emerged, they each popped a blood-red pill into their mouths.
Their auras surged, reaching the heights of the Primordial Spirit level.
The fire dragon reverted to the Voidpiercer in Wang Ye's grip, his expression turning grave.
These five Death Soldiers were a formidable challenge!
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
Three Death Soldiers launched an assault from left, center, and right, their auras locking onto Wang Ye, leaving him no room to evade.
Wang Ye, brandishing the Voidpiercer like a fiery dragon, unleashed a barrage of fierce, unyielding strikes.
Meanwhile, the other two Death Soldiers flanked him, their eyes brimming with a destructive gleam.
Boom! Boom!
Their fists swung in unison, transforming into two colossal blood-colored elephants that shattered the earth beneath them, their momentum unbreakable!
With those two punches, the pair of Death Soldiers breathed their last.
It came at the cost of their very lives!
Wang Xu's gaze was fixed on Wang Ye with intensity. "The Blood Killing Elephant Fist is unleashed at the cost of one's life. Even those in the late stages of the God Level wouldn't dare to engage with it. I refuse to believe you can survive this!"
A thick sense of danger emanated from behind him.
At that moment, Wang Ye was entangled by three other Death Soldiers, unable to dodge or even turn to defend himself.
Furthermore, at that time, the three Death Soldiers also executed the Blood Evil Elephant Fist.
Boom!
A fearsome power struck Wang Ye, sending a surge of energy in all directions and causing the ground to sink several meters.
This spectacle brought a temporary halt to the conflict.
Pei Yuanhu's face turned ashen. "It's over. Brother Wang surely won't make it."
Such a devastating blow would severely injure even a Saint Beast like Ba Xia, who possessed dragon lineage and excelled in defense.
Yet, Pei Sisi and Liu Yue were not overly concerned.
In their hearts, Wang Ye was invincible, certain to survive.
Their unwavering belief stemmed from the countless nights when Wang Ye had overpowered them, eliciting pleas for mercy.
Despite Wang Xu's conviction that Wang Ye couldn't possibly survive, he cautiously approached to deliver the final blows.
But after a few steps, he halted.
As the dust settled, the anticipated sight of Wang Ye lying in a pool of blood was nowhere to be found.
He stood there, clad in a suit of armor that was both magnificent and formidable.
Thousands of dragons adorned his armor, seemingly coming to life and roaring as one looked closer.
Wang Ye silently rejoiced; without the Chaotic Dragon Armor, he would have been in grave danger today.
Without it, he wouldn't have perished, but he would have been incapacitated, bedridden for weeks.
Now, he had only sustained minor injuries.
"Impossible!" Wang Xu bellowed, his eyes filled with disbelief. "How can you be unscathed? Are you perhaps a transformed Fellbeast?"
"Who said I'm unscathed?" Wang Ye replied with a smile. "Didn't you notice my hair has thinned considerably? It's hardly enough to billow in the wind."
"Who said I'm not in trouble?" Wang Ye chuckled. "Haven't you noticed my hair's thinning? It's hardly flowing elegantly anymore."
"Bastard, go to hell!"
Wang Xu bellowed as he charged, a green wind-element longsword materializing in his grasp. This legendary blade, a treasured heirloom of the Wang family, possessed immense power.
Wang Ye had his eye on the sword from the start: "Nice, it'll be perfect for my wife."
With those words, he summoned the strength of the five celestial stars and the Earth Core Dragon Flame within him. His entire being blazed like a miniature sun as he shot forward, clashing violently with his adversary.
Meanwhile, Pei Yuanhu, upon realizing Wang Ye was unharmed, breathed a deep sigh of relief. No longer distracted, he fully engaged the enemy before him.
Wang Xu, at the mid-stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm and wielding the legendary sword, fought with the might of someone at the pinnacle of that realm. He had assumed that even a warrior as valiant as Wang Ye must have sustained internal injuries from their previous encounter, and would be easily defeated.
But as the battle raged on, his confidence began to wane.
Wang Ye fought with increasing ferocity, proving impossible to overpower.
"Ha!"
Having figured out Wang Xu's tactics, Wang Ye let out a thunderous cry, manifesting three heads and six arms, each wielding weapons like a long spear and a battle axe. His life force roared, and his Genuine Qi surged tumultuously.
His six arms thrust and slashed wildly with supreme dominance, like a deluge breaking free or a stampede of wild beasts, unstoppable in their charge.
Wang Xu was forced to retreat, his sword weaving a tight, impenetrable web of defense, desperately fending off Wang Ye's relentless assault.
The other Wang family elites, even if they wished to come to his aid, found it impossible. Within the radius of the two combatants, a relentless gale raged, its edges sharp as knives, threatening to rend asunder any who dared approach.
