The sky was filled with layers of thunderclouds, almost pressing down upon the earth. Lightning snakes flickered across the sky, and another strike followed.
Luo Zhen’s murderous face was clearly visible to everyone.
"He’s the one?" Luo Zhen sneered, "He’s the future Human Emperor, the future ruler of this mortal realm."
Chu Yan, feeling dazed, became even more confused upon hearing this.
Chu Ye shielded Chu Yan and shouted, "What Human Emperor? This is my brother! You must have mistaken him for someone else!"
Luo Zhen raised an eyebrow. Clearly, these commoners knew nothing about the Human Emperor. After all, human lives were short, and many things were buried in the river of time—ignorance was common.
"The divine wrath is coming, how could I be mistaken?" He stared at Chu Yan. "It’s such a pity. You were chosen by the heavens. Just one step away from obtaining the aura of the Human Emperor, but now you are going to die by my sword."
As he finished speaking, a thunderous roar echoed in the sky, as if the will of the heavens was enraged.
Chu Ye, somewhat more awake, quickly pieced together the events and suddenly opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
No wonder his younger brother had become the Third Prince of Mu Nation through so many twists and turns!
Luo Zhen had already drawn his sword. The thunder grew louder, seemingly charging up.
A single divine wrathful lightning bolt could annihilate the devil cultivators outside the city.
Though devil cultivators feared the righteous path, they feared divine wrath even more.
"Luo Zhen, stop! The power of divine wrath is immense. If you die, it’s one thing, but don’t involve us!" one of the devil cultivators cried out.
"Hmph, a small divine wrath, what can it do to me?" Luo Zhen sneered, utterly fearless.
For himself and his family, he was determined to complete his mission.
"Stop him!" The devil cultivators cried out one after another.
They had finally escaped the Buddhist tower, and they didn’t want to perish here.
At this moment, they all shared the same goal: to stop Luo Zhen and prevent the divine wrath from descending.
"Overestimating yourselves." Luo Zhen slashed out with his sword, wounding the first line of devil cultivators.
The newly set up talisman formation at the city gate was also slightly damaged.
The devil cultivators, seeing this, dared not continue their futile resistance. They swallowed their saliva and quickly made another decision.
"Break the talisman formation, enter the city!"
"Yes! The divine wrath won’t harm innocent mortals. As long as we stay with the innocents, we will be safe!"
At this moment, the devil cultivators acted in unison. Even though the talisman formation would burn their evil souls, they rushed toward it, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.
Chu Hanlin, who had intended to save his two sons, could only hold himself back upon witnessing this scene.
As a general, he had to prioritize the lives of the people.
Leading his soldiers, he raised his blade and guarded the city: "Defend the city gate! We cannot let a single one of them through!"
The soldiers of Mu Nation shouted in unison: "Yes!"
The battle at the city gate was fierce.
At this moment, Luo Zhen had approached the two brothers.
From a high vantage point, he glanced down with a mocking look: "To send the future Human Emperor on his way, this will be a great accomplishment of mine."
Chu Ye was unwilling to wait for death. As Luo Zhen swung his sword, Chu Ye decisively drew a small knife from his waist and blocked Luo Zhen’s strike.
However, Luo Zhen’s sword was infused with spiritual power, far beyond what Chu Ye’s ordinary body could withstand.
The small knife was shattered.
Chu Ye was struck on the shoulder, and blood gushed out.
His armor was stained red.
His meridians were instantly damaged by the sword energy, breaking apart!
"If you lack ability, don’t try to act tough," Luo Zhen sneered, raising his sword again.
Mu Nation’s elite forces were nearly depleted. The two brothers were severely injured, unable to move anymore.
Luo Zhen listened to the thunder above, and though he was not unshaken, he remained determined.
Having stayed at the Golden Core stage for so long, his life expectancy was running out. If he couldn’t break through to Nascent Soul soon, he would succumb to his fate and die.
He didn’t want to die!
This was his only path!
"Chu Yan, don’t blame me. It’s not me, but others who want you dead," Luo Zhen said. "Once you die, don’t come seeking revenge."
Chu Yan struggled to lift his gaze, coldly staring at Luo Zhen.
Despite being an ordinary person with no cultivation or spiritual power, Luo Zhen felt a sense of pressure from him.
It was hard to face, but Chu Yan let out a roar to encourage himself.
With one sword swing!
Silver light flashed!!!
Luo Zhen thought the divine wrathful lightning was about to strike, but as he looked carefully, he saw a long sword flying through the air, blocking his strike!
Luo Zhen was stunned, slightly distracted.
A stronger presence surged from above.
He looked up in astonishment.
The young man was flying on his sword, moving swiftly, accompanied by the thunder and lightning, and throwing a punch wrapped in flames toward Luo Zhen!
Luo Zhen furrowed his brow and immediately raised his sword to block.
He stopped the fiery fist, but Luo Zhen’s sword strike was fierce, his spiritual power overwhelming, clearly intending to finish off the young man.
Yet the young man’s hand clenched, and the long sword that had just flown through the air quickly returned to his grip.
Amid the thunder and lightning, the two engaged in a fierce battle.
Chu Yan recovered slightly.
He focused his eyes and, to his surprise, saw that the young man was none other than his fourth brother.
He had never witnessed such a fierce battle, where any lapse in focus could lead to a fatal injury.
Though Chu Yang fought with all his might, the disparity in their strength was too great. Luo Zhen quickly kicked Chu Yang away.
Thankfully, Chu Yang was no slouch in his training, using his spiritual power to its fullest to avoid being severely injured. His body flew back, but he quickly regained his balance and landed firmly.
Sweat dripped from his forehead as he panted heavily.
Luo Zhen raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by Chu Yang’s physical toughness: "Young man, which sect do you belong to?"
"No sect, no school!" Chu Yang replied.
Luo Zhen was even more surprised. "So you’re a rogue cultivator. To be a Base Building cultivator and last this long against me, you’re quite something. Just right, I lack a disciple. If you kill Chu Yan for me, I’ll take you as my disciple and pass on all my skills."
This was an immense temptation to any cultivator.
Chu Yang sneered coldly: "What are you? Do I need you to teach me?"
Luo Zhen choked. "A mere Base Building cultivator dares to be so rude!"
"You harmed my brother. Why should I be polite with you?" Chu Yang had fully recovered his strength. "Old man, you associate with devil cultivators, your mind is twisted. Today, I’ll chop off your head!"
Luo Zhen’s eyes widened in fury as he looked at Chu Yang, then at Chu Ye and Chu Yan, his anger reaching its peak.
What was going on with the Chu family?
A future Human Emperor, a rapidly advancing cultivator, and one already at the Golden Core stage!
And there was Chu Ye, who was nothing!
No wonder Qingwu and the others couldn’t tolerate the Chu family. Seeing them, he couldn’t help but feel jealous, wishing he could kill them all to remove the obstacle to his path.
Luo Zhen sneered: "Just a Base Building cultivator, and you’re this arrogant. Tonight, I’ll teach you how to crawl as a rogue cultivator."