Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 411 The Fall of the Golden Core
Sang Chen saw the several cultivators who had stopped fleeing and were now standing ready for battle, and a mocking expression appeared on his face:

"Why aren't you running away? I haven't even had a chance to enjoy the thrill of the cat catching the mouse yet!"

His gaze swept across the three faces, finally settling on Liu Yu's, where he smiled sinisterly:

"So you're the one who hurt my son's leg? Heh heh, you're about to pay the price."

"Senior, you've mistaken me for someone else. I don't know what you're talking about."

Liu Yu shook his head, but he already understood the whole story.

"I like your stubbornness, and I hope you can keep it up. Now, let's..."

Before the enemy could finish speaking, Ji An launched the first attack. The Flame Banner fluttered in the wind, and the fire elemental energy condensed into a raging phoenix, fanning out a dazzling and scorching light as it flew towards the enemy.

Things have come to this point, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.

At the same time, Ji An activated his talisman and charged towards the enemy.

The phantom of the Xuanhuang Pagoda appeared above his head, surrounded by thousands of auspicious rays of light, with a ball of yellow spiritual light descending from it.

His hand seals changed, his magical power flowed through his immortal veins, the flames of his Heart Fire Palace blazed brightly, and the flames of the Bing Fire Dao Seed in the Zhiyang acupoint rose and swelled, turning the acupoint into a crimson ocean.

Immediately afterwards, a fire dragon about ten feet long emerged from the void, its entire body wreathed in flames, its scales sparkling like fire jade, and its two long whiskers swaying.

As it appeared, an intense heat spread outwards.

Liu Yu controlled the Fiery Golden Wheel to launch an attack. The magical weapon hovered in the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound and leaving a trail of afterimages.

Under Han Yan's control, the Sun-Devouring Pearl gathered power, and a golden flame shockwave descended from the sky, slamming into the enemy.

Sang Chen was unusually angry. He hadn't finished speaking yet, and he hadn't put enough psychological pressure on the enemy. How dare these people do this!
For a cultivator in the Chaoyuan stage to launch an attack on a Golden Core cultivator is truly overestimating their own abilities.

He could sense that the strongest among these people was only at the fourth level of the Chaoyuan realm, while the other two were only at the second level of the Chaoyuan realm. They dared to attack a cultivator at the third level of the Golden Core realm. How audacious!

Sang Chen controlled the magic weapon forward, and a shockwave of emerald green flames spewed out from the skull. The crimson fire dragon dodged nimbly, but was still unable to escape the fate of being swallowed by the flames and melted away.

The magical artifact could perform simple attacks on its own without much control, and it blocked the fire phoenix, causing sparks to fly.

Sang Chen made a hand seal, and countless white bone fragments appeared around his body. This was the White Bone Shield, a defensive spell for the Golden Core stage of the Earthly Fiend Sect.

The fiery golden wheel crashed into the white bone fragments, but those fragments, no bigger than a child's palm, possessed astonishing resilience and quickly blocked the attack of the magical weapon.

The attack of the Sun-Swallowing Pearl was massive, shattering into countless golden flames upon impact with the bone fragments, but it stopped before the enemy.

"Is this all you've got? You think you can insult the dignity of a Golden Core cultivator?! Now taste my power!"

Sang Chen used words to undermine the enemy's morale. He appeared nonchalant, but in reality, he was already on guard.

Two of the three enemies possessed talismanic treasures, indicating that they must come from a powerful force with at least a Golden Core cultivator in their ranks.

After a moment's thought, he made up his mind and set his first target on the female cultivator.

This female cultivator only has one protective talisman, making her defense somewhat weak. The other person has a talisman and a defensive magical artifact, so taking it from her will require more effort.

As for why he didn't target Liu Yu, who didn't have any talismans, it was because he wanted to capture him alive and then hand him over to his son to slowly torture him to vent his hatred.

He began to activate his magical artifact and launched an attack on Han Yan.

The magic weapon's flight speed was a level faster than that of a top-grade spiritual artifact, making it impossible to dodge in time.

Ji An and Liu Yu launched a frantic attack on him, but they had difficulty breaking through the layer of white bones.

Sang Chen remained calm, but was somewhat surprised. The enemy's fire dragon spell was extremely powerful, almost comparable to a cultivator at the peak of the Chaoyuan stage.

If the fire dragon hits him seven or eight times, he will have to recast the defensive spell.

He stopped resisting and began to move around in small areas on the clouds.

The magical artifact continued to spew forth corpse fire, and Han Yan's Xuanhuang Pagoda's spiritual light quickly dimmed.

Unable to launch any further attacks against the enemy, she could only activate her magical artifacts to attack the magic weapons in hopes of relieving the pressure.

However, the skull artifact was too fast, and the Sun-Devouring Pearl's attacks rarely hit it.

Occasionally, a hit might occur, creating a spectacular display of golden flames, but it would cause no damage whatsoever.

The surface of the white skull remained deathly pale, without a trace of burning.

A moment later, Han Yan felt dizzy and panicked.

"Be careful, the flames are poisonous."

She had been holding her breath, but she still got infected.

Ji An shouted, "Retreat!"

He now finally understood the difference between a cultivator in the Chaoyuan stage and a Golden Core cultivator. With his level of magic and the combined effect of a mid-grade Dao Seed, he was unable to break through the opponent's defensive magic.

Liu Yu left first, as had been planned beforehand. He lacked sufficient defense and could not deliver a decisive blow.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, he harbors even more hatred towards the enemy.

"Haha, run away as much as you want, I'm going to enjoy the thrill of the chase!" Sang Chen laughed wildly. The battle had been going on for half an hour, and the enemy was launching frequent attacks, which was draining his mana. He couldn't get very far.

He no longer held back and activated the magic weapon with all his might.

The skeletal skull suddenly grew larger, spewing out twice as much corpse fire as before.

Han Yan was caught off guard and was about to be overwhelmed by the attack.

She glanced at the approaching enemy, a resolute glint in her eyes; they were now within the attack range of the Binghuo Divine Thunder Talisman.

She silently activated the talisman, and was then engulfed by the corpse fire.

Now, she can only pin her hopes on the defense provided by the Xuanhuang Pagoda, the Hunjin Xuanjia Curse, and the Panshan Technique.

Sang Chen sensed a powerful fire elemental force brewing near his body. As he flew away on a cloud, he moved all the bone armor plates he controlled to one side of his body.

A ball of crimson-gold fire erupted, accompanied by a thunderous roar in the air.

The surging flames instantly engulfed the bone fragments, but this extremely brief obstruction gave Sang Chen enough opportunity.

He should have escaped far enough that the damage he sustained would have been within a tolerable range.

'It's actually a third-tier fire-elemental lightning talisman. Luckily, I was prepared.'

He thought with lingering fear that the lightning talisman's attack was silent and extremely difficult to dodge.

Fortunately, the powerful spiritual energy of the Golden Core cultivators detected it, and the fact that a cultivator in the Origin Stage could not activate such a talisman instantly gave him a chance to catch his breath.

The shockwave of the corpse fire struck Han Yan, instantly blasting her to a great distance.

The light of the Xuanhuang Pagoda dimmed and dissipated instantly, and the yellow radiance of the Panshan Technique also vanished. Just as her skin was about to be scorched by the corpse fire, the light of the Hunjin Xuanjia Curse erupted.

Her body surface shimmered with ancient golden patterns, blocking most of the flames.

When his senior sister was struck by the corpse fire and the enemy dodged the divine lightning attack, Ji An activated the Bing Fire Divine Lightning Talisman.

Despite having a plan in mind and holding the talisman in his hand, he still failed to seize the opportunity to activate the thunder talisman at the same time as his senior sister.

The battle was fraught with uncertainty. He had no time for regrets, keeping a close eye on the enemy's movements and preparing for the next attack.

If the Bing Fire Divine Thunder Talisman could hit directly, even a strong enemy would perish. However, he had no confidence that the enemy would be hit directly.

Therefore, he needs to launch a further attack to make up for his mistake of not activating the Thunder Talisman at the same time.

Before Sang Chen's relief had faded, he sensed the fire elemental power brewing around him, which startled him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

As he flew through the clouds, he summoned his magical artifacts and released the White Bone Shield once again.

A crimson-gold radiance filled his eyes, and he saw the light expand, blazing like the sun in the sky.

Fortunately, his spell had already been cast, and bone fragments formed from spiritual energy blocked his way. His magical artifact also arrived in time, releasing a shockwave of corpse fire.

The shockwave did not hinder the burst of lightning, but it did weaken the attack's power considerably.

The bone shield was reduced to a thin layer after being struck by fire and lightning.

This time, the results were even less than ideal; Sang Chen wasn't even injured.

Ji An narrowed his eyes; he was about to launch his final attack.

The enemy's defensive spells are still there, but they are no longer sufficient to provide strong defense. He has one more chance.

A phoenix cry seemed to resound from the heavens, and the fiery phoenix transformed from the Flame Banner plunged forward, like a moth drawn to a flame.

Silver magical power flowed rapidly through his immortal veins, the Gengjin Dao Seed shimmered with light, and a three-foot-long flying sword condensed, charging towards Sang Chen with final determination.

Having done all this, Ji An chose not to flee and wait for the outcome. He rode the clouds to close the distance with the enemy, holding a fire dragon talisman in each hand and activating it simultaneously.

When the phoenix's cry rang out, Sang Chen felt an inexplicable anger rising in his heart, mixed with a sense of irritability.

Then his eyes were illuminated by a crimson light, but the Golden Core cultivator's reaction was incredibly swift; he channeled the magical power within his Golden Core.

Centered on him, yellow earth elemental light erupted in all directions like a sandstorm.

The crimson and yellow lights collided, scattering light in all directions, resulting in a draw. Sang Chen, relying solely on the magic power within his body, withstood the full force of the top-grade spiritual weapon.

He sensed the encirclement in his spiritual perception, and his body instinctively veered to the side. Then, he saw a silver light come into view, as enchanting as the moon reflected in water.

Intuition saved his life. The Gengjin Spirit-Slaying Sword flew past his cheek, slicing open the bone next to his eye socket and tearing his eyeball. The injury was horrific but not fatal.

If he hadn't dodged, his head would have exploded.

At this moment, fear rose in Sang Chen's heart, followed by endless anger. He had actually been injured one after another by several cultivators at the Chaoyuan stage.

The magical artifact moved at will, spewing out corpse fire to attack the flying fire dragon and the flying figure.

Ji An's figure vanished, reappearing behind Sang Chen. A flying sword, only an inch long, materialized and pierced the back of Sang Chen's head.

The back of a cultivator at the third level of the Golden Core stage wasn't very hard, and silver light shot out from between his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)