Volume 1 Chapter 142 Swamp Massacre

  "Golden Summit Silver Snake Grass!"

  Looking around, Ye Chen's gaze froze at a distance of over ten meters. There was a grayish-brown lump of earth there, and in the center of the lump, a small grass with silver scales stood upright, its top still carrying a thread of golden light, emitting fine fluff.

  "This herb is worth 50,000 taels of gold, extremely rare and yet it can be seen here so casually." Ye Chen was somewhat surprised, the value of a single herb reaching 50,000 taels of gold was absolutely astronomical, if refined into a Protective Xuan Dan, it would be worth at least 500,000 taels of gold, even Bao Yuan realm warriors would fight over it.

  Without any hesitation, Ye Chen raised his hand and the Golden Crown Silver Snake Grass automatically emerged from the soil and flew into his hand. However, before he could examine it closely, a clod of earth suddenly lifted up violently, opening two holes on either side, and a cold glow converged into a beam that locked onto him.

  This is not a lump of earth, but a demon beast resembling an alligator.

  Splash!

  The crocodile-like monster burst out of the water, its tens of meters long body carrying a strong corrosive aura as it pounced on Ye Chen, its jaws wide open in mid-air.

  Ye Chen calmly and unhurriedly threw a punch at the alligator monster's mouth.

  Clang!

  Tens of thousands of kilograms of brute force paired with pure true energy, yet it only made the alligator demon beast fly back a few steps, without even leaving a light wound.

  "Die!"

  One punch was in vain, Ye Chen's clothes fluttered, and another punch slammed into the alligator demon beast's abdomen.

  Hmph!

  This punch was not only heavier than a thousand jun, but also contained an invincible edge, instantly piercing the alligator monster, and fresh blood stained the swamp.

  He pulled out a black golden silk pouch from his bosom, dug out the inner dan of the alligator demon beast, and threw it in along with the jade box containing the Golden Crown Silver Snake Grass.

  Tightening the bag around his waist, Ye Chen's figure flashed and he ventured deeper.

  Not far down the road, danger appeared again.

  From the giant trees rooted in the swamp on both sides, dozens of terrifying birds with snake-like shapes but with wings flew out, making a harsh screeching sound, attacking Ye Chen from all directions.

  "Claiming kingship and hegemony!"

  One punch was thrown out, and the umbrella-like black light covered Ye Chen's figure. The terrifying strange bird was like hitting an invisible wall, and they were all bounced off, their mouths bleeding, their wings broken, and they fell into the swamp like rain, slowly sinking down.

  "The Tianmeng Ancient Land is a place where the ancient heritage is passed down, and the environment inside has preserved its ancient form. The demonic beasts are also ancient demonic beasts, one by one, they're incredibly powerful!"

  According to the strength of the demonic aura, Ye Chen can easily distinguish that the alligator demon beast is a fourth-level demon beast, and the terrifying strange bird is a third-level demon beast. However, compared to the demon beasts outside, the ones here are much more powerful, with abnormally strong defenses, and even a simple Dominating Fist can't kill them.

  The swamp was so vast that Ye Chen had been walking for half a time, but he still couldn't see the edge.

  Along the way, there were countless ancient demon beasts that suddenly attacked. Just before, a snail demon beast the size of a small calf had sprayed him with a sticky "liquid". This sticky "liquid" was not only extremely viscous, like super-strong glue, but also carried toxic gas. If Ye Chen hadn't reacted quickly and avoided it while holding his breath at the same time, he would have probably fallen into its trap.

  Finally, this snail monster was beheaded by Ye Chen with one sword, which was also his first time drawing a sword in the swamp, and it can be imagined how powerful the snail monster was.

  One foot stepped on a branch, and the dust of leaves retreated as his body leaned forward. He turned his head to look at the scorched earth dozens of meters away.

  On the flat ground stands a broken stone monument, with blurred inscriptions on it.

  In front of the stone tablet, an iron rod is inserted into the soil, with only about one meter long exposed at the back half.

  "Hmm!"

  Ye Chen's eyes lit up, and a faint aura fluctuation emanated from the iron rod, an effect that ordinary weapons wouldn't have.

  Could it be a treasure?

  Although he liked the treasured sword, it didn't mean that he would ignore other treasured instruments. On the market, a low-grade treasured instrument was worth at least tens of millions of gold coins, and better ones could sell for 200-300 million gold coins. Top-notch low-grade treasured instruments like the Sky Splitting Knife could even sell for 400-500 million gold coins.

  The crane's shadow unfolded, Ye Chen's figure disappeared among the branches, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the broken stone monument.

  Yedu grasped the iron bar and pulled it out with force.

  Bear!

  A scarlet flame shot up into the sky, burning down the large trees beside it.

  This is not an iron rod, but a black iron spear with a mysterious spiral pattern on the body of the gun, two meters long and three, the gun tip is quadrangular, with grooves between the edges, at first glance, it seems to be a spiral flame burning on top of the iron rod, perfectly natural.

  "Low-grade treasure gun, great stuff!"

  Ye Chen could feel the scorching aura flowing within the iron spear, and with just a slight urge of his true energy, this scorching aura would burst out and injure his enemies. However, compared to the Tiger Headed Great Knife in the Storage Ring and Lin Qi's Sky Splitting Knife, it was slightly inferior. The reason why a treasure was considered a treasure was because it came with its own power, like how the Tiger Headed Great Knife contained knife aura, allowing even a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage to unleash great might. As for Lin Qi's Sky Splitting Knife, it was probably similar. This low-grade treasure spear contained the power of flames, making it most suitable for those who cultivated fire-attributed true energy.

  Gripping his iron spear, Ye Chen furrowed his brow.

  What a big iron spear, where should it be placed? Can't always hold it in hand!

  It's really inconvenient without Storage Ring!

  Ye Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly.

  Thousands of miles away, four or five scattered disciples of the sect saw flames flashing in front of them, their eyes flickering one by one, and they swooped past without hesitation.

  "Someone is coming."

  Ye Chen's body, which was about to leave, froze in place. After a dozen or so breaths, five disciples from different countries and sects appeared around him, each eyeing the low-grade treasure gun in his hand with greed that spoke for itself.

  "Kid, put down the gun."

  "I'll cut off one of my arms, but spare your life."

  "Such a treasure, how can you possibly get it? You have brought this upon yourself."

  Five people slowly "forced" their way over, wanting to rush to grab the inferior treasure gun.

  Ye Chen sneered. These five people were all peak warriors in the late stage of the Condensing True Realm. Judging from their auras, three of them were quasi-Prince level, and two were Prince level.

  "Wanting treasure, first leave behind life."

  No murderous aura, no killing aura, Ye Chen's sharp aura is all that remains, an unstoppable cutting edge.

  "Looking for death!"

  The disciple of the sect closest to Ye Chen made a move, raising his hand and slapping out a palm-sized true energy palm that pressed down on him.

  These were no match for him drawing his sword, Ye Chen held an iron spear in his hand and thrust it out.

  Bear!

  A crimson flame pierced through his palm and struck him in the neck.

  Bang!

  The skull flew out, and the fracture was charred black.

  "He has a low-quality treasure gun, let's take action together."

  The other four people were startled, "What's going on?" Li Er shouted.

  "You're courting death!"

  A loud crack of the horse whip, the gun shadow was heavy, like a mountain range overlapping, but it was Ye Chen's iron gun that had made the move "Mountain Range Overlapping" from his Lone Peak Thirteen Swords.

  The sect disciple who came from behind had not yet approached, but his body already had dozens of charred black holes, the fatal one being on his forehead, with half his skull blown off.

  One spear pierced through a sect disciple, Ye Chen didn't even change his breathing, the iron spear swept horizontally, and a scarlet flame burst out, heavily smashing onto another person's left waist.

  With a loud crack, the man's body was severed in two and fell into the marsh.

  "Run quickly, this person is not an ordinary late-stage Condensing Reality martial artist." The two remaining people finally understood that Ye Chen was not someone they could provoke. Normally, a martial artist of the same level who wields a low-grade treasure would be able to withstand at most two opponents, and it's impossible for them to kill three people with just one move. That requires their own combat strength to be equally powerful in order to achieve that.

  But now it's too late to run.

  One person ran slower and was blown up by Ye Dust, another person was already hundreds of meters away, not yet celebrating, but felt a heat in his chest, looked down to see the gun tip like a spiral flame piercing through his chest, pinning him to a large tree.

  The big tree was burning fiercely, with flames rolling in all directions.

  He walked over and pulled out the iron spear. Ye Chen said quietly: "For me, the strength of a gentleman is no longer enough to look at. It can only be blamed on your bad luck."

  Not leaving immediately, Ye Chen suddenly turned around.

  "It's finally here! Friend."

  Whoosh!

  A figure emerged and landed on a rock in the center of the marsh.

  "Not bad, with this inferior treasure gun, I can kill five fellow disciples of the same level in a row. If possible, I don't want to kill you, but you have to cut off one arm. As for the treasure gun, it's my Qiu Heng's spoils of war. What do you say?" The young man was about 21 or 22 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his body emitting a strong aura of evil. A poisonous snake beside him had just poked its head out when he kicked it into two pieces."

  Instantly killed a third-level ancient demon beast, so strong!

  Ye Chen saw that the opponent was not simple, in the Tianmeng Ancient Land, the defense of the third-level ancient demon beast was exceptionally strong, even his tyrannical fist could not kill it instantly. The opponent, however, made it look so easy and effortless, unexpectedly, this person's strength was close to that of a top master from the previous Hidden Dragon Ranking.

  "Is it just you?"

  If it were in the past, Ye Chen wouldn't have been confident of defeating his opponent, but times are different now.

  Young Master Sen smiled, "In the previous Hidden Dragon Ranking, I was seventy-fifth. Unfortunately, the Hidden Dragon Ranking only ranks the top seventy-two. However, if you compare me to ordinary Condensed Realm late-stage peak warriors, you will die miserably. With just a wave of my hand, I can annihilate a large group of them."

  "Think carefully and choose whether you want to live or die."

  Clang!

  The iron spear "plunged" into the ground, Ye Chen drew out Yun Yin Sword, "One sword will kill you."

  "Alas, why are there so many people who want to die? Don't worry, I won't let you die directly. I will tear off your four limbs and 'insert' them into the tree."

  His mouth spoke eerie and terrifying words, Qiu Heng's right foot lightly tapped on the stone block, and with a loud "poof", the stone block exploded. Before he even landed, his fierce leg strength had already severed several large trees near Ye Chen at the waist, the cut surfaces smooth as mirrors, as if they had been carefully polished. In comparison, Shi Po Tian's skills were far inferior, not in the same league as this Qiu Heng, whose power was unimaginably formidable.

  "One sword!"

  Ye Chen showed no reaction, slightly shaking his head, and casually swung out a sword strike.

  "What's going on? My head can see its own back." Qiu Heng felt his body drifting away, his line of sight able to see his own back, while his target had already sheathed their sword and turned around, that strange feeling making him extremely terrified.