Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 352 You think you can chop down the Jianmu tree?

Since it is a basic template, it is very likely that it still retains the major flaw of "Achilles' heel".

So he rode his flying sword and quickly approached the Wang family mansion.

“It’s you!”

Seeing Old Master Wang on the rooftop holding a black crossbow and aiming it, Wu Xian was secretly amazed.

"Brother Xian, you've come at the perfect time!" Wang Xiaocong exclaimed excitedly. "My old man's God-Slaying Crossbow is incredibly powerful!"

"God-Slaying Crossbow?" Wu Xian was stunned.

Wang Fengnian smiled slightly and nodded to Wu Xian, "This person is doomed, so don't worry. I'll use the God-Slaying Crossbow to make him leak more air, and the twisted erosion will teach him a lesson."

Wu Xian nodded slightly, having previously guessed that his grandfather, Wu Mingchang, had rebelled against the upper class in the past.

As my grandfather's comrade-in-arms back then, Old Master Wang naturally knew the various weaknesses of the upper class.

"Perhaps you could find an angle to snipe his heel," Wu Xian suggested.

"Heel?" Wang Fengnian asked, puzzled.

"Through my ability to discern, I vaguely discovered that this person's weakness lies in his heels," Wu Xian casually made up a reason.

"Really?" Wang Fengnian asked in surprise, "Left foot or right foot?"

This question really stumped Wu Xian.

"The left foot is more likely." According to some relevant records from his previous life, the left foot is more likely, but Wu Xian really couldn't be sure.

After all, most sources and documents do not explicitly state whether Achilles' heel is the left or right foot.

"Anyway, they're just two heels, so why not just shoot them both?" Wang Xiaocong laughed.

Wu Xian and Wang Fengnian exchanged a glance and chuckled.

……

High altitude in Yaoyang City.

The upper-class man, wielding a spear and a round shield, had firmly suppressed Cui Wenxuan, but was being harassed by various mechanical cannons and lasers, making him somewhat uncomfortable.

The twisting and erosion on his forehead, fingers, and wrists made him feel increasingly uncomfortable.

What surprised him even more was that the clones of the painting spirits he released were successively defeated by Yang Zhizheng and others.

At this moment, a host of powerful figures, including the Eight-Armed Demon Ape, the Lava King, the Divine Martial Venerable, and the Bone Ancestor Barbarian, launched a surprise attack on him.

This situation greatly alarmed him.

It should be understood that, normally speaking, the scroll replicas condensed by the upper class using divine power templates are much more powerful than the same scrolls in the hands of the lower class.

But at this moment, even his own copy of the painting spirit was defeated.

"What, you don't actually think you can still bully the lower classes with just that copy of the divine scroll, do you?" Yang Zhizheng mocked. "Times have changed, the upper classes are idiots!"

As times change, people at the bottom of society are improving in every way.

The gathering of the [Fate Mark] at the Hero Tower, and the ultimate pursuit of scroll training by countless "human spirit masters".

In addition, there is the amplification brought by the four great true gods' shaping factors.

It's no longer a situation where the upper class can easily crush them.

Moreover, many of the scroll templates controlled by the upper echelons have already been rendered obsolete by the times.

The lower world today is also seeing the emergence of all sorts of new and powerful original scrolls.

Take, for example, Cui Wenxuan's "Suppressing Evil Immortal Master" series.

"To be honest, the boost from the Divine Shaping Factor is really quite significant!"

Yang Zhizheng fought with increasing ferocity, and the Eight-Armed Demon Ape and the Lava King, under his control, possessed astonishing combat power.

Although it's an older version of the scroll, his skill level was pushed to the limit.

However, even when faced with such a large-scale attack, the upper-class man remained powerful, though the distortion and erosion of his body were spreading more and more severely.

The man in the upper room clearly realized something was wrong.

Looking at the Wang family's dogs, they had already been mostly eliminated.

Subconsciously wanting to report the situation to the heavens, they discovered that the world and space here had been completely sealed off, and messages could not be transmitted at all.

"Is it because of that sacred tree?"

The man on the upper level frowned and immediately began to approach the Jianmu tree, attempting to cut down the golden scroll divine tree.

However, despite several powerful attacks, the divine tree remained completely still. A vibrant life force continuously surged from within the tree, and with his strength, he could naturally sense that something was amiss with the life force emanating from behind the divine tree.

It most likely came from the so-called Azure Tree King in the Green Desert.

boom!
Just as he was going crazy, a sharp pain came from the soles of his feet, and the divine power template in his body seemed to deflate, instantly becoming restless and chaotic.

"what?!"

The man on the upper floor was horrified, gripped by a fear he had never experienced before.

Clearly, he himself was unaware that such a fatal weakness existed in his divine power template.

Fortunately, he had other divine power templates supporting him, so he didn't collapse directly because of this.

"What do you mean? You Achilles, are you planning to launch a full-scale attack on the Heavenly Bridge?" Wu Xian chuckled mockingly. "The Jianmu tree is something you can cut down? Do you even deserve to?"

Grandpa and grandson from the Wang family exchanged excited glances. "It really is a weakness!"

On the battlefield above, seeing the aura of the upper-level man suddenly weaken, Yang Zhizheng and Cui Wenxuan were both surprised and delighted.

They immediately intensified their efforts and began a crackdown.

The man on the upper floor, his expression shifting between light and dark, vaguely spotted a group of unusual people in his gaze.

On the battlefield not far away, several rabid dogs from the Wang family were being humiliated by a group of strange spirit tamers.

These spirit masters, though not using scrolls, exuded the powerful aura of scrolls, with various illusory energy images resembling scroll spirits appearing around them.

“That’s…?!”

The man on the upper floor became increasingly alarmed as he looked, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"Wait a minute," the man on the upper floor blurted out, "What's going on with those people? How did they do that?"

Unfortunately, Cui Wenxuan and Yang Zhizheng ignored him completely, focusing all their efforts on eliminating him, their prey.

"Damn it!" The man on the upper floor roared in anger, but his eyes remained fixed on the group of tattooed warriors. "If you hand those people over to me, I can spare your lives, and we can call it even!"

Even elevating you to the upper echelons of society wouldn't be a problem!

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhizheng and the others were visibly taken aback.

I initially thought it was a delaying tactic, but the fanatical look in the eyes of the man on the upper floor suggested he wasn't joking.

“You may not realize how important those people’s situation is to the heavens,” the man in the upper class said excitedly, “but it doesn’t matter, you will understand once you rise to the upper class.”

Believe me, this earth-shattering discovery will be enough to change the fate of all of you!

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Yang Zhizheng sneered, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.

Back then, their ancestor died because he naively believed the empty promises made by those in power.

Seeing that no one would listen, the man on the upper floor was frantic. "A bunch of ungrateful bastards!"

At this moment, he was blinded by this earth-shattering achievement, and all he could see were those tattooed warriors.

"Giving you such a chance to defy fate would be a waste. Since that's the case, then I'll enjoy it all to myself!"

The man on the upper floor inexplicably began to go berserk, ignoring the twisting and corroding marks on his body.

Under the fierce onslaught, Yang Zhizheng and his men were briefly suppressed.

Fortunately, the twisting and erosion on the upper-class man's body also began to deteriorate rapidly, and his entire body was soon covered with fine black lines.

Below the chaotic battle, Wu Xian also prepared to seize the opportunity to intervene.

A miniature laurel tree appeared behind him, providing him with a continuous source of spiritual power. At the same time, the seven great star lords of the White Tiger Seven Mansions slowly emerged.

Buzz~!

Backed by the immense spiritual power of the laurel branch, an ancient starry sky was instantly opened up in the sky above Yaoyang City.

Everyone present was awestruck by the aura of the starry sky.

Just then, a whooshing sound rang out over Yaoyang City. As the sound exploded, the head of the man on the upper level also burst open like a watermelon, and the scene fell silent instantly.

"Uh, does the White Tiger Holy Spirit have some special effect on the upper class?"

Wu Xian was stunned, after all, he had only just opened up the starry sky, and the White Tiger Holy Spirit hadn't even shown a single hair yet.

Looking behind the upper-class man whose head had been blown open, a foot imbued with terrifying spiritual power slowly retracted, revealing a muscular man with white hair and a weathered face.

(End of this chapter)