Ordinary People: Starting with the Chen Clan

This distance allows cultivators from other sects to leave with some peace of mind, and even if they make a move, they won't be completely trapped by the formation and become lambs to the slaughter.

At the same time, blocking such a large area also leaves the target with not enough room to maneuver.

To prevent them from taking the opportunity to escape through the exit, thus eliminating their chance to strike.

The three of them didn't have to wait long, only about half an hour.

Looking at the four figures moving unhurriedly in the distance, Chen Houwu and the other two exchanged glances, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Finally, Chen Houwu stepped forward to the edge of the great formation and said in a deep voice, "The other two fellow Daoists from Spirit Beast Mountain and Giant Sword Sect, this matter has nothing to do with you. You may leave as you wish, and we will not stop you."

"Heh, you think you can scare us with a broken formation?"

Do you think too highly of yourselves, or do you underestimate us?

"We'd like to see what you three are really capable of. And the fact that the three of you can get together means you must have quite a few spiritual herbs. Perfect, I've been worried about not having enough!"

Among the four, a barefoot, burly man dressed in brightly colored clothes looked at the three members of the Chen family with a slight smirk.

His eyes held a hidden, intense heat, like a starving wolf eyeing a piece of juicy meat.

After hearing this, Chen Houwu didn't say another word, but simply pointed.

Something behind him suddenly blew by, causing his clothes to flutter forward.

The barefoot giant seemed to disregard the three members of the Chen family, but in reality, he had been paying close attention to their every move.

The moment Chen Houwu raised his hand, he immediately stepped back, placing a tortoise-shell shield in front of him.

"Crack... Bang!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, but the burly man felt no heavy impact.

Just as he was wondering, he looked to the side and saw a white-clad figure being lifted into the air by a burly figure with one hand.

He grabbed the arm, which was thicker than his leg, with both hands, trying to pry it open. His legs also instinctively tried to kick the other's body, but he couldn't even reach the other's chest.

"Snap!"

Before the three people around him could come to his rescue, his head was already at a 90-degree angle to his neck.

The three stared blankly at those lifeless eyes, a chill instantly spreading from their feet to their scalps.

The burly man, who had already retreated several feet, did not hesitate at all. He immediately took out a talisman from his storage bag and slapped it against himself.

A whirlwind swept past, and it vanished from its spot.

The three members of the Chen family didn't even linger on the big man for a second, and they didn't even pay attention to the other giant sword sect cultivator.

Instead, they headed towards the last remaining member of the Liu family.

He watched as the goddess he worshipped every day fell before him, yet he felt not a trace of anger.

The only thought in his mind was how to escape from the clutches of the three men.

He threw talismans at the three of them in handfuls, as if they didn't need spirit stones.

If it weren't for his limited spiritual sense, he would have wanted to throw all the talismans out at once.

The flames and wind blades formed from these talismans did not give him much of a sense of security.

And that was indeed the case; the three of them didn't even pause for a moment, and their response to the talisman was simple and direct.

The six talismans, as soon as they flew out, immediately transformed into firebirds about ten feet in size, charging directly into the sea of ​​wind blades and fire without dodging or avoiding.

After a loud, hollow sound, the Liu family man's eyes were filled with flames.

With a final sigh, he thought: "I never imagined I, Liu Yuanqi, would receive six Firebird Talismans for my funeral. I suppose I died a worthy death."

The other two, seeing the towering flames from afar, were still slightly sweaty despite being hundreds of feet away.

"Gulp, gulp..."

The two swallowed hard, muttering to themselves: What deep-seated hatred or grudge could drive someone to go to such lengths to keep them here?

At the same time, he quickened his pace, fearing that the three men wouldn't have had enough of killing and would turn on them.

Especially the man from the Giant Sword Sect, without the blessing of the Flying Talisman, was dozens of feet behind the barefoot giant from Spirit Beast Mountain when it came to flying on his sword.

It made him feel completely insecure!

What he feared most came to pass. Without even looking behind him, the invisible sense of confinement prevented him from having any thought of resistance.

All he could do was pour more spiritual energy into the greatsword on his back, turning it into a sword shield to protect the most important part of his back.

*Pfft!*

A soft sound came from behind him. He looked down at his chest and saw that his entire chest had been pierced by a giant hand.

With a thud, the man from the Giant Sword Sect was thrown to the ground like a tattered sack, and the storage bag at his waist had disappeared without a trace.

"Hou Zhe, stop chasing. Don't waste time. We've already completed the task assigned by the patriarch, so let's not create any more trouble. Our greatest victory is simply getting out of here safely!"

Chen Houwu grabbed Chen Houzhe, who was turning to give chase, and then beckoned to the puppet in the distance before heading towards the formation.

Chen Houzhe glanced at the barefoot man who had already disappeared from sight, knowing that it was too late to chase after him.

He could only snort, turn around and go back to help Chen Houwu put away the formation.

Looking at the formation beneath his feet, he felt somewhat frustrated; all his hard work in setting it up had been for nothing.

A moment later, Chen Houwu glanced at the ground that had returned to normal, his expression unchanged. He nodded to the two people beside him and then headed towards the dark exit.

The three of them stepped inside without any particular order. It was the same feeling they had before. They shook their heads habitually and quickly recovered.

They were met with the gaze of a group of people, whose eyes held scrutiny, amusement, or staring, and many other inscrutable expressions.

Amidst a sea of ​​gazes, Chen Houwu sensed a peaceful and satisfied look, which instantly eased his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he led the other two to Ancestor Ni Chang, opened his storage bag, and took out spiritual herbs one by one.

"Seven 300-year-old Blood Jade Fruits, five Purple Monkey Flowers, and two 500-year-old Jade Marrow Fungus plants..."

Seeing so many medicinal herbs, Ni Chang's face showed a hint of satisfaction.

After taking out all the medicinal herbs, Chen Houwu walked aside and waited quietly. Then, Chen Houzhe and the other person handed over the medicinal herbs one after the other.

Although there were fewer of them than Chen Houwu, they still far exceeded the number of disciples from the seven sects who had come out earlier.

More than an hour later, just as the exit was about to close, the cave entrance suddenly shook, and then a group of people suddenly appeared.

There were more than ten people gathered together, and many of them were disciples from different sects, which was somewhat unexpected.

Even the elders of several sects who had reached the Core Formation stage couldn't help but cast probing glances at them.