The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

One hundred meters underground in Jiangcheng, at the Tian Shu Branch Command Center.

"drop!"

The alarm suddenly changed tone, and the red light turned purplish-black in an instant.

Lin Xue pressed her hands firmly on the keyboard, the veins on the back of her hands bulging.

The energy level on the screen is skyrocketing at an illogical rate.

One hundred thousand.

Two hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand!

"Bang!"

The cooling fan of a data analyzer exploded.

Chen Feng strode to the control panel, his eyes fixed on the coordinates representing the Shen family manor.

The five S-class light spots have been completely merged.

A purplish-black halo enveloped the entire western suburbs.

"Team Leader Chen!"

"The energy level has exceeded the critical threshold!"

Chen Feng grabbed the communicator and yelled into the microphone.

"Director Zhou! What the hell is this thing?! How much longer until the garrison commander arrives?!"

On the other end of the communicator, Zhou Ce's breathing was heavy.

"Nine Infant Meridian Severing Formation".

"Three minutes from now, the Crimson Sky will enter Jiangcheng's airspace. Chen Feng, hold the outer perimeter at all costs! We absolutely cannot allow the Yin energy to spread into the city!"

Above the clouds in the night sky.

The Chixiao tore through the airflow and plunged at full speed.

Inside the cabin, the alarm lights were flashing wildly.

Xiao Zong pressed himself against the porthole, his eyes wide open.

Through the thick bulletproof glass, he saw the scenery of the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.

A huge, dark red, hemispherical barrier lay upside down on the ground.

Inside the barrier, blood and qi surged, and yin energy soared to the sky.

The surrounding air was distorted and deformed.

Lei Shan put down the Gatling gun in his hand, strode to the porthole, and glanced out.

The 2.2-meter-tall man gasped.

Ye Hongyu stood up, the hem of her cheongsam swaying with her movements.

He walked to the center of the cabin, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes narrowing.

The tarot cards in Mo Yuan's hand were scattered all over the ground.

Shen Cang walked to the main screen.

The energy reading on the screen has exceeded the limit.

"S+"

Shen Cang spoke, his voice echoing in the cabin.

Xiao Zong turned his head, his face ashen.

"Boss, these lunatics sacrificed five hundred living people, forcibly raising the formation to a whole new level!"

"Five S-rank fusions, plus the Severing Meridian Array—this is beyond our capabilities!"

Shen Cang stared at the screen.

"Prepare for airdrop."

Shen Cang issued the order.

Lei Shan grabbed the Gatling gun, hung the two ammunition belts around his neck, and strode toward the hatch.

Ye Hongyu clasped her hands together, her fingernails gleaming with a blinding red light.

Mo Yuan picked up a Death God card from the ground, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

Xiao Zong took a deep breath, and the space around him began to fluctuate violently.

"Three minutes."

Shen Cang looked down at the blood-red hell below.

"I hope Lu Chen can hold on."

Outside the gate of Shen Family Manor.

The blood array was fully formed.

The dark red array on the ground emitted a dazzling light.

The third brother sat cross-legged at the center of the formation, blood flowing from his seven orifices, yet he was laughing madly.

"Lu Chen! Prepare to die!"

The Grand Elder stood in the center of the formation, his withered body rapidly swelling under the nourishment of the blood-red light.

His sallow skin turned jet black and shiny, and his muscles bulged out, tearing through his tattered black robe.

Black claws, half a foot long, grew from the ten fingers.

His aura broke through the S-level barrier at this moment.

Lu Chen stood in front of the iron gate.

His one eye swept across the surroundings.

Half of the forty-nine disciples of the Punishment Hall have already fallen.

The remaining twenty-odd people were all wounded, their Taoist robes stained red with blood.

But no one backed down.

The Seven Star Sword Formation was already in ruins.

"kill."

The elder uttered a single word.

His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

too fast.

Lu Chen had no time to react and could only instinctively raise his sword to block.

"when!"

A deafening impact rang out.

The elder's claws slammed into the sword.

He was sent flying backwards, crashing heavily into the wrought iron gate of the Shen family manor.

"puff!"

Lu Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, which slid down the door panel, causing him to kneel on one knee.

The longsword was stuck in the ground, supporting his body.

Three deep, bone-revealing cuts were left on his left shoulder, and the corpse poison spread rapidly.

"The First Seat!"

Several disciples roared and charged at the Grand Elder with their swords.

"Ants."

The Grand Elder didn't even glance at them, and waved his hand behind his back.

A thick, dark wind swept by.

The three disciples were thrown into the air, coughing up blood mid-air, and their fate after landing was unknown.

The Second Elder, Fourth Elder, and Fifth Elder also received the blessing of the formation, their injuries were healed, and their aura surged.

They charged into the remaining sword formation and began a one-sided massacre.

The sword light dimmed.

Screams continued to ring out.

Lu Chen gritted his teeth.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly and forced himself to stand up.

The one-eyed man stared intently at the Grand Elder.

"Hall of Punishments, fight to the death!"

Lu Chen roared and, ignoring the injury to his left shoulder, charged forward again.

The elder sneered and stepped forward.

The two were locked in combat.

But the situation has completely tilted.

Every time Lu Chen swung his sword, it was easily blocked by the Grand Elder.

The elder's sharp claws continued to leave wounds on Lu Chen's body.

Blood stained the white shirt.

Next to the Porsche Panamera.

Tong Dahai huddled in the gap between the right rear wheel and the bottom of the car.

With his hands tightly clutching his head, the corpse of a disciple of the Hall of Punishments crashed onto the front of the car, blood flowing down the hood.

He watched the pool of blood continue to expand, smelling the pungent stench of blood.

Their psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He cried.

Tears and snot mixed together, covering my face.

"Mom...I want to go home..."

Tong Dahai buried his head in his knees, speaking in a very low voice, afraid of attracting the attention of the monsters outside.

"I'm never going to be an internet celebrity again... I'm quitting streaming..."

"Jiangcheng is terrifying... What kind of hell on earth is this...?"

All he wants now is to go home.

What traffic, what tips, what Shen family?

It's all bullshit.

All he wanted was to live.

Outside the manor, the battle had reached its last gasp.

Lu Chen was kicked away by the Grand Elder again, rolling on the ground more than a dozen times.

His one eye was covered in blood.

Even the hand holding the sword was trembling uncontrollably.

Of the forty-nine disciples, fewer than ten are still standing.

The elder walked step by step toward Lu Chen, his black claws scraping the ground with a screeching sound.

"The backbone of the Zheng Yi sect is indeed tough."

The Grand Elder looked down at Lu Chen.

"But even the strongest bones cannot withstand absolute power."

Lu Chen spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Mr. Chen... will... grind you to dust."

The elder threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"Chen Shidu? He's thousands of miles away. By the time he arrives, the Shen family will have already become our food!"

Shen Family Manor, second-floor balcony.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Shen Nianqing stood in front of the railing, watching the tragic scene outside the gate.

Shen Xingzhou clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

Chen Xiaoyu and Lin Keke hugged each other, trembling with fear.

Faced with this massacre by an unnatural force, they could do nothing.

They could only watch helplessly as Lu Chen and his disciples fell one by one in an effort to protect them.

Beside the round rattan table.

Su Qingluan sat quietly in the chair.

She raised her hand and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

"elder sister."

Shen Nianqing turned her head and looked at her.

I'm going out for a bit.