Chapter 382: Master of the Zhao Family

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Master of the Zhao Family

"Stop!"

The Song Family Grand Elder was furious, wanting to intervene but failing, forced to watch helplessly as his family’s genius perished under Ji Chen’s arrow.

"Buzz!"

With a furious shout, he charged at Ji Chen with the Holy Weapon.

"Swish!"

However, Ji Chen had no intention of contending with him, disappearing from the spot and reappearing in the distant sky.

"Whoosh!"

The Celestial Calamity Bow was drawn again, and within Ji Chen, the Nine Spirit Veins resonated, condensing spiritual power into a string.

The Celestial Calamity Bow had now become a true Holy Weapon, and with Ji Chen’s Nine Spirit Veins and current cultivation, no one below the Great Saint Realm could escape his deadly arrows.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry sounded again.

This time, it was a Zhao Family genius who died.

Ji Chen showed no pity or mercy.

All those he killed were two families’ young generations, cutting off their future foundations.

"Ji Chen, I’ll ensure you die without a grave!"

Zhao Zhijing was furious, watching his clansmen die before him, feeling utterly powerless and extremely frustrated within.

"Buzz!"

As soon as his voice fell, five Great Saints acted simultaneously, wielding their Holy Weapons to kill Ji Chen on the spot.

Sadly, the Grand Array was now activated, and Ji Chen’s figure was elusive within it, evading their fierce attacks, impossible to pin down.

During the evasion, Ji Chen repeatedly fired the Holy Bow, killing more than a dozen, all of Song and Zhao Families’ young elites.

"No!"

Someone cried out in despair before their death, but couldn’t escape being shot into ashes on the spot by Ji Chen’s arrows, leaving no remains.

"Grand Elder, save me!"

There were also direct lineage disciples who wailed, their desire to survive far surpassing their concern for dignity.

"Ji Chen, daring to slaughter my Zhao Family’s youth, such a move guarantees that upon your death, your clansmen and friends will surely join you in burial!" Zhao Zhijing trembled in rage.

"Do you think so?"

Ji Chen’s face was cold, glancing at him.

"Buzz!"

Then, he drew his bow once more, a more terrifying aura forming on the bowstring.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow shot out with rage, splitting in mid-air, transforming into dozens of arrow lights targeting different directions.

"Ah!"

A volley of screams resonated, as talents from both Song and Zhao Families fell dead almost simultaneously.

In Divine River City, many were shocked, witnessing vibrant lives snuffed out before them—a scene causing inner chills for those watching.

"Swish!"

More Song and Zhao cultivators reacted quickly, flying toward the sky, seemingly wanting to escape.

But soon they realized that the space had long been sealed by Ji Chen’s Killing Array, making escape impossible.

"If you do not retreat, I don’t mind letting every young member of Song and Zhao Families perish here."

Ji Chen, holding the Holy Bow, stood alone in the air, his gaze sweeping coldly over Zhao Zhijing and others, like a merciless reaper devoid of any emotion.

He didn’t intend to annihilate them all, as the coming battle would require everyone in Divine River City to resist the Yu Realm.

But if Zhao and Song Families insisted on their path, he wouldn’t hesitate to unleash a massacre.

"Ji Chen, openly opposing my Desolate Realm, killing so many—aren’t you afraid of implicating your clan and friends?" A Song Family cultivator coldly reprimanded.

"Don’t pin such a large hat on me."

Ji Chen replied with a cold smile, "The Emperor’s Halberd is mine, thus belongs to me; if your Song and Zhao Families wish to seize it, why blame me for being ruthless?"

Zhao Zhijing’s face was stern, scolding, "If you’re wise, disband the Grand Array promptly; or else..."

"Or what?"

Ji Chen looked at him while pulling the Holy Bow again, seemingly ready to easily kill any Song and Zhao cultivators within the array.

"You!"

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth, afraid to say more, fearing Ji Chen would act again, resulting in more Zhao Family deaths.

Yet, if they were to retreat now, where would the face of Zhao and Song Families be placed?

"Whoosh!"

However, Ji Chen ignored their thoughts.

After ten breaths, the Holy Bow in Ji Chen’s hand trembled slightly, and another formidable arrow shot forth.

"Not good!"

In a corner of the city, a Zhao Family youth in purple clothes underwent a sudden change of expression.

Named Zhao Chengyun, the Zhao Family’s Young Master, now locked on by Ji Chen’s arrow, terrifying killers came face to face, making him tremble within.

"Impudent!"

At this critical moment, a cold voice suddenly echoed through the sky.

Then, Ji Chen’s arrow light didn’t fall but ruptured into brilliant beams in the void beyond Zhao Chengyun, finally dissipating.

"Buzz!"

Simultaneously, from the Zhao Family direction, an immensely terrifying aura surged forth.

Soon, everyone saw a figure stepping into existence.

A middle-aged man in gray clothes stood with his hands behind, looking down at Ji Chen.

"Zhao Family’s leader, Zhao Yuan!"

Someone exclaimed, recognizing the middle-aged man’s identity.

"Supreme being of the Desolate Realm, finally appearing!"

No one could resist the shock; Zhao Yuan’s terrifying aura made many in the city tremble involuntarily.

This was a top-tier Great Saint, whose strength far exceeded many’s expectations.

"Boom!"

Under the watchful eyes, Zhao Yuan raised his hand slightly and then pressed down gently.

Instantly, the array enveloping this space erupted into destruction.

Zhao Yuan’s gaze was cold and indifferent, falling upon Ji Chen as he spoke, "Slaying innocents, heartless and cruel, your crimes are heinous. Today, I will personally execute you."

He resembled an ancient god of death, his words carrying undeniable authority, pronouncing Ji Chen’s fate in an instant.

As his voice fell, Zhao Yuan’s eyes flashed coldly, directing a finger at Ji Chen.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying pressure emerged, as if ten thousand mountains instantly enveloped Ji Chen, confining him on the spot, unable to move an inch.

Ji Chen’s expression changed sharply, sensing the opponent’s formidable power, strength nearing the Emperor Realm, with just a strand of aura suppressing him at the scene.

The gap between them was extraordinarily vast!ℴ