Swallowing the Stars: Becoming a God Starting with a Hundred Generations of Talent

Chapter 114 Instant Rain Sword Technique, First Form: Silken Rain [Second Update]

Su Chen (Luo Yun) returned to the courtyard arranged for him by the Xiao family, when a piercing alarm suddenly rang out throughout the entire Yun Chuan City.

"Waaaaaah—waaaaah—"

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The sound was sharp and urgent, like a razor blade, instantly shattering the tranquility of the city.

This is the highest level of enemy defense alarm!

Almost simultaneously, two incredibly powerful auras surged into the sky from the depths of the Xiao family mansion, followed by an aged yet powerful voice that resounded throughout every corner of Yunchuan City.

"Black Mountain Territory is attacking! All martial artists of Earth-level or higher, immediately take to the city walls to defend against the enemy!"

That voice belonged to the old patriarch of the Xiao family.

In the courtyard, Xue'er, who had just been overjoyed that her master had regained his strength, suddenly turned deathly pale.

"Master—" She looked at Su Chen beside her, her eyes filled with panic.

"Let's go, up to the city wall." Su Chen's expression was calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the city wall.

Xue'er bit her lip tightly and quickly followed.

When they arrived at the city wall, a considerable number of martial artists had already gathered there.

The old patriarch of the Xiao family and the eldest elder stood solemnly at the forefront of the city wall.

Beside them stood three equally powerful Cloud-level experts, who were leaders of other forces in Yunchuan City.

There are five Cloud-level experts in total, which is the top combat force of Yunchuan City.

As a core elder of the Xiao family, Su Chen naturally rose to a high-level position.

Xue'er, a disciple at the Earth level beside him, stood a little further back with the other young martial artists, nervously watching the outside of the city.

Outside the city, in the distant sky, fifteen figures stood suspended in mid-air.

The aura emanating from each of them was as deep and overwhelming as the ocean, making it almost impossible for the people on the city wall to breathe.

Fifteen!

A total of fifteen Cloud-level powerhouses!

Behind them was a vast, dark army of martial artists, their banners fluttering and their killing intent palpable.

The symbols on the flag were those of Black Wind Stronghold, Iron Bone Sect, and Red Scorpion Tribe.

The comparison of the two sides' combat strength is obvious at a glance.

The defending side, Yun Chuan City, consists of five Cloud Realm level experts.

The attackers, from Black Mountain Territory, consisted of fifteen Cloud-level powerhouses.

A threefold difference!

This was a complete and utterly crushing defeat.

The atmosphere on the city wall instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Fear and despair were written on everyone's faces.

"My God—fifteen Cloud-level experts! All three major forces of Black Mountain Territory have come!"

"How could this be? How dare they start a war directly?"

"It's over—Yun Chuan City is finished! How could five adults possibly withstand fifteen experts of the same level!"

Fearful whispers spread through the crowd like a plague.

Many young martial artists' bodies had even begun to tremble uncontrollably.

Even the Cloud Realm experts standing at the forefront had extremely ugly expressions.

They felt a chill run through them as they sensed the fifteen unbridled and powerful auras emanating from outside the city.

The eldest elder of the Xiao family, clad in silver armor, stared intently at the black-robed man outside the city and roared, "Black Wind Stronghold Chief! How dare you!"

They dared to gather three major forces and brazenly invade my Pinghu territory!

Such a despicable act of sneak attack—aren't you afraid the lord will punish you and wipe you out completely?

His voice, imbued with a power reaching the heavens, boomed and echoed, attempting to intimidate the other party with the title of lord.

However, the black-robed man outside the city, who was also the leader of the Black Wind Stronghold, only let out a disdainful sneer.

"Lord? By the time he gets the news, Yun Chuan City will already belong to the Black Mountain Clan." The burly man from the Iron Bone Sect beside him sneered in a loud voice, "Besides, this was originally lost territory of our Black Mountain Clan. We're just taking back what's rightfully ours!"

These words shattered the last shred of hope among the people on the city wall.

The old patriarch of the Xiao family took a step forward, his aged face filled with determination.

He took a deep breath, and his powerful voice resounded throughout the city: "Fellow practitioners of Yunchuan City!"

Behind us lies our home, our wives, children, and elderly parents!

With a powerful enemy pressing in, there is no way to retreat! Today, our only option is to rely on the city and fight them to the death! Perhaps then we can find a glimmer of hope!

"Fight to the death!"

"Defend our homeland!"

Inspired by the old patriarch's imposing presence, many members of the Xiao family and some passionate martial artists joined in the shouting, but most others wore expressions of fear and their voices trembled.

Looking at the desperate yet forcedly composed faces on the city wall, the Black Wind Chieftain laughed, his laughter filled with amusement and a cat-and-mouse-like mockery.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Sky-level or higher expert on the city wall.

"Fight desperately? Ha, why bother?"

"The old bastards of the Xiao family want to drag you all down with them, and you're willing?"

The Black Wind Chieftain's gaze swept over the three Cloud-level experts who were not from the Xiao family, as well as the Sky-level experts behind them, and he said slowly, "Our goal today is very clear: the Xiao family of Yunchuan. We, the three major forces, want this piece of fat meat."

"As for you," he said, pointing to the non-Xiao family warriors, "we have no intention of being your enemies. As long as you lay down your weapons and open the city gates now, we can guarantee that we will not harm you in the slightest."

After Yun Chuan City changes hands, you can continue doing what you were doing before; life will go on as usual.

These words instantly created an eerie atmosphere on the city wall.

The eyes of the three Cloud-level experts from other forces began to flicker intensely.

The Black Wind Chieftain took it all in, his smile widening as he spoke in a piercing tone.

"You're all smart people, think this through. Is it worth risking your lives for a Xiao family that's destined for destruction?"

"If you die, your beautiful wives and concubines will become other people's playthings."

What will become of the children you've raised with such care? Will they be reduced to slaves, or left to be slaughtered at will?

"All your life's work, your status, your wealth, will vanish into thin air, benefiting others!"

boom!

These words shook the hearts of many.

In particular, the line "wives and concubines have become playthings for others, and children have become slaves" made many people's breathing become heavy instantly, and the last bit of fighting spirit in their eyes began to fade rapidly.

Upon hearing this, a deathly silence fell over the city wall.

The atmosphere of shared hatred against a common enemy vanished instantly.

Apart from the core members of the Xiao family, whose eyes were still bloodshot and glaring angrily at the outside world, the warriors from other forces no longer dared to meet the Xiao family's gaze.

They instinctively took a half step back, exchanging glances, their hesitation and wavering no longer concealed.

A desperate battle?

For the sake of the Xiao family?

Why should I?!

This thought began to surface in the minds of many people.

The three Cloud-level experts' expressions changed constantly, clearly indicating that they were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

At this moment, the situation has shifted from external crushing to internal disintegration.

At this time.

Just as the city walls were on the verge of collapse due to the wavering morale of the people, the situation became dire.

Su Chen moved.

Clang!

A soft sword cry clearly reached everyone's ears.

The voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a strange magic, instantly silencing all the noise and discussion.

I don't know why.

Suddenly, the world seemed to darken.

Whether it was the guards on the city wall or the massive army outside the city, everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to that one figure.

They looked at Su Chen.

Watching him slowly draw the longsword from its sheath.

The movements were slow and clear.

Outside the city, the pupils of the fifteen arrogant Cloud-level experts suddenly contracted.

A chilling, bone-chilling killing intent enveloped their hearts without warning.

They don't understand.

Why did the act of drawing a sword make them feel so uneasy, as if they were being watched by an ancient ferocious beast?

This is impossible!

The moment the thought arose in their minds.

Su Chen's figure disappeared.

Hundred-line flow!

brush!

A white streak of light, almost invisible to the naked eye, flashed and disappeared in the void.

next moment.

Fifteen figures of Su Chen appeared out of thin air.

Each figure stood in mid-air in front of a Cloud Realm expert, no more than three feet away.

"not good!"

The fifteen Cloud-level experts were terrified, their inner power erupting wildly as they tried to raise their weapons to defend themselves.

but.

They were horrified to discover that their bodies and their weapons had become incredibly heavy.

The surrounding space seemed to have turned into a sticky swamp.

Even the simplest of movements became incredibly difficult.

"Hurry up!"

They were roaring madly in their hearts.

But it didn't work.

The laws of space and the fundamental laws of water slowed their movements a thousand times, ten thousand times.

In their eyes, the sword that was handed over was also very slow.

But they just couldn't avoid it, nor could they stop it.

The first move of the Instant Rain Sword: Silk Rain.

Fifteen figures made the same move.

prick.

The trajectory of the sword tip was like a falling raindrop, gentle and silent.

puff.

A soft sound.

A tiny red dot appeared simultaneously between the brows of the fifteen Cloud-level experts.

Their eyes were filled with endless fear and disbelief.

He never understood until he died.

Why?

Fifteen Cloud-level experts were instantly killed by a single sword strike.