Asura Mad Emperor

Most of these city guards were ordinary cultivators at the Ninth Layer of the Condensed Truth Realm, with a minority reaching the Meridian Opening Realm.

Although individually they were not worth mentioning in a fight, the military formation composed of two teams of soldiers was not to be underestimated.

This military formation was a privilege held only by the Imperial Families of the various Ancient Kingdoms, capable of amassing the strength of ten thousand households, unifying originally dispersed forces to repel enemies.

Just like how individual streams posed no threat individually, but when converging into one, they could create a powerful surge capable of moving mountains and overturning seas.

The higher the average Cultivation Level of the cultivators composing the formation, the greater the power it could exert.

The more cultivators needed to assemble the Great Formation, the stronger its power. Often when two nations went to war, it would involve formations of a hundred thousand men—the true meat grinders of the battlefield. Even a sage would lose a layer of skin if not outright perish in the midst of it.

This was one of the reasons the Imperial Families of the major Ancient Kingdoms held absolute authority over their governed cities.

The military formation composed of two hundred Cultivated Truth Realm cultivators, though not comparable to those ten-thousand-man formations on the border, was enough to trap and kill a cultivator of the Spirit Martial Realm.

"Supress!"

The military formation formed by two hundred cultivators was called the Six Stars Suppressing Divine Formation. The soldiers channeled True Qi through their hands, and a giant hexagram with an overwhelming aura descended from above Qinchuan's head.

An ordinary cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Meridian Opening Realm might be overwhelmed by such constraining force, but Qinchuan, who once could obliterate an army formation of tens of thousands, how could he fear such a trifling method?

Qinchuan said indifferently, "Child's play."

Onlookers watching the tense scene from a distance turned their heads in surprise.

"This kid is way too arrogant!"

"He just got lucky in repelling the city lord, but this two-hundred-man military formation is something even the city lord can't break. He dares to claim he can shatter it with one punch!"

Regardless of what others were discussing, Qinchuan made a fist with one hand. Inside his Sea of Consciousness, it seemed that the Great Emperor Asura had an epiphany, and Invincible True Intent immediately surged around his fist.

"Break!"

This punch, carrying the Intent of Asura, directly collided with the oppressive hexagram bearing down on him.

Because the bystanders could not comprehend the Invincible Intent imbued in Qinchuan's punch, this attack appeared as unremarkable as any regular punch, with no fanciful bravado, no different from any ordinary person's punch.

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"Boom!"

The roar sounded, but the scene that unfolded shocked the crowd once again.

The powerful-looking hexagram, when meeting Qinchuan's ordinary punch, evaporated into mist instantly.

The two hundred cultivators who had formed the Great Formation also fell back, spitting blood from the backlash after the hexagram was dispersed by the immense force. Only a few cultivators in the Fifth Layer of the Condensed Truth Realm managed to steady themselves, staring incredulously at Qinchuan.

"How is this possible?"

"This youngster is nothing more than a cultivator at the peak of the Meridian Opening Ninth Layer Realm. How could he use his physical power to shatter the Six Stars Suppressing Divine Formation that can suppress even the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm?"

Indeed, for an ordinary cultivator at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm Ninth Layer, and even with Qinchuan's Invincible True Intent, breaking the Great Formation with a single punch would not be realistic.

But what they did not know was that Qinchuan possessed innate pupils.

Under the scrutiny of the Innate Pupils, the key point of the formation was seen through at a glance. Though the military formation was strong, attacking its key point meant Qinchuan only needed a tenth of the power to break the formation.

The Innate Pupils could be said to pierce through the very essence of all things; not to mention breaking through the key points of formations, they also had the effect of predicting the secrets of heaven.

The function was somewhat similar to the Star-Picking Disk, but many times more powerful.

Ever since awakening the Innate Pupils, aside from encountering that mysterious force in Tianqing City, nothing could escape the detection of Qinchuan's Innate Pupils.

"City Lord! City Lord, we can't hold on…"

One of the Condensed Truth Realm Fifth Layer cultivators within the formation came to his senses and asked what to do.

But when he turned his head to look, there was no sign of Sun Hu anywhere.

Sun Hu had actually slipped away amidst the chaos of the formation setting.

Seeing the city lord had fled, the crowd was suddenly like a dragon without a head, not daring to stay any longer, they scattered and fled.

Qinchuan watched these people fleeing in panic, not attempting to stop them.

The root cause of this matter lay with the Sun Family, and there was a clear debtor for this injustice. He neither wanted nor deigned to take the lives of these people. In this city, there was only one person who deserved death, and that was the lord of the city.

However, Qinchuan was not in a hurry to find Sun Hu; he had clearly seen Sun Hu running towards the city, so he must still be within the city now.

Watching everyone flee, Chou Wu finally woke up from his dream, staring at Qinchuan in a daze.

His eyes were wide, his mouth agape, he said, "Young master, who are you?"

Qinchuan walked forward, placing his palm on top of Chou Wu's head, and a surge of Divine Sense entered Chou Wu's mind.

Upon receiving this Divine Sense, Chou Wu first showed confusion, then joy, and finally, tears rolled down his eyes as he tremulously asked with a shaking voice, "Is it really you? Have you finally come?"

The Divine Sense that Qinchuan transmitted was the mark he left in the Gongshan Clan years ago.

Through this piece of Divine Sense, Chou Wu could confirm that Qinchuan was the person the Gongshan Family had been waiting for. But after tens of thousands of years of waiting, now that the moment had come, he could hardly believe it.

Qinchuan took out an elixir from his bosom and fed it to Chou Wu, comforting him, "Yes, I have come. From today onwards, the Gongshan Clan will no longer be oppressed. Starting with you, the Gongshan Clan will rise to power again."

At first, Chou Wu didn't know what Qinchuan was feeding him, but soon he felt the elixir dissolving in his mouth, and then the power of the elixir rushed into his body, starting to repair his Dantian and Meridians.

"What!"

Chou Wu was shocked beyond measure. His Dantian and Meridians had been destroyed when he was twelve, and he had never thought they could be repaired.

But then he thought of the huge connection between the person before him and the one his ancestors followed tens of thousands of years prior, and he instantly understood that this was his own opportunity.

He sat down cross-legged on the spot, perceiving and guiding the medicinal power within his body to repair it.

From a distance, people didn't understand what Chou Wu was doing.

"What's that old beggar doing after being crippled for decades?"

"Could it be that he still wants to cultivate?"

"Hmph, cultivate? Don't you know about the Chou Family's situation? His Dantian has been destroyed for decades, how could he still cultivate?"

"Rumors say there's a type of elixir that can repair..."

"Oh, come on, are you talking about an elixir that can repair the Dantian? Even a sage-level alchemist would find it difficult to refine such an elixir, who would waste it on this saint?"

While the people were talking, a strand of True Qi began to emanate from Chou Wu's body.

This leak of a strand was keenly detected by the Divine Sense of a distant cultivator, and someone immediately exclaimed.

"Look, there's True Qi emanating from that old beggar's body..."

"Holy shit, has some fool actually wasted such a peerless elixir on this old beggar?"

Qinchuan had been watching Chou Wu and was somewhat surprised to see that he had managed to repair his Dantian and gather the first strand of True Qi so quickly.

When he recognized Chou Wu's constitution, it all made sense to him.

With a thoughtful expression, Qinchuan said, "No wonder, it turns out he inherited the Immovable King Holy Body from Gongshan Busu!"

While Chou Wu was still meditating to repair his Dantian, Qinchuan stood by to guard for him.

Qinchuan was somewhat resigned, thinking, "Apart from that girl, you're the first other person I've guarded over. Well, well, who made your Gongshan family endure tens of thousands of years of imprisonment because of me?"

As he reflected on this,

the sky above Northern Desolate City suddenly let out a thunderous roar, and the clear sky that was cloudless moments before suddenly turned gloomy.