Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1004: Chapter 405: Among the Seven-colored Danxia, I Alone Am Ever Victorious!_2

A moment later, he lowered his head and withdrew his gaze.

This battle, the focus wasn’t resources, business, or the private grievances of the Zheng Family.

It was the reputation of the Flame Alliance!

The longer it dragged on, the less satisfied the Flame Alliance became.

Moreover, for him personally, the hatred of the Rolling Dragon Ridge Zheng Family had nothing to do with him.

What he cared about was returning to his sect and breaking through to the Golden Core Period.

Therefore, this matter must be handled with utmost finesse!

A Thunderbolt Strike to shatter and exterminate was the proper approach!

Taking a deep breath, he raised his right hand high.

”All Foundation Establishment True Cultivators, follow me in making a move, strike forcefully and break their array!”

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Lingfei and Xiang Zhonghe revealed satisfied expressions, the sooner the matter was resolved, the sooner they could extricate themselves and return, which would be for the best.

Xiahou Kun’s face stiffened, aware that after the obliteration of the Luo Tian Creed, he would not be able to benefit much, and thus he couldn’t feel happy.

Song Fengzi and his two companions exchanged glances and nodded silently in understanding.

For them, this battle didn’t matter whether they achieved a swift victory or a slow conquest.

The former would allow them to attain the Core Formation Secret Art sooner, while the latter could grant them more cultivation resources, but it would entail more risks.

Therefore, however Zheng Xian decided, they were indifferent.

In just a short time, eight Great Cultivators had been pulled into a single force by Zheng Xian’s firm approach.

And the thirty-odd Ordinary Foundation Building Cultivators?

Their opinions and demands were no longer significant.

Soon, thirty-eight Foundation Establishment True Cultivators lined up, beginning to gather Spirit Power, wielding their Magical Weapons and Treasures.

Under the watchful eyes of countless Tianlan Rogue Cultivators.

The Spirit Qi Fluctuation here once again became chaotic.

Wave upon wave of powerful attacks readied to be unleashed.

Seeing that everyone’s attacks were nearly ready, Zheng Xian barked a command.

”Attack!”

The next moment, one attack after another bombarded the Heaven-reaching, Earth-piercing, Seven-colored Light Curtain in a coordinated assault.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Earthshaking noises erupted once again.

Powerful soundwaves rolled backwards.

Some of the lower realm Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators even spat blood from their mouths and noses, forced to continually retreat.

Such was the power of this round of attacks.

Under the intensity of these attacks, the great array began to tremble violently.

Inside Danxia Peak, which formed the structure of the array, the mountain itself shook, and large boulders detached and thundered downward.

Shortly after!

When the dust and smoke cleared, gaping holes had appeared within the Light Curtain.

Looking at those holes, Zheng Xian’s eyes brightened.

”The array is broken!”

”Everyone, begin the assault!”

He waved his hand grandly, giving the order to attack.

The very Cultivators who had just made a concerted effort to attack were now regathering their breath.

But the Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators under their command, upon signals from their elders and masters, charged toward Danxia Peak in unison.

In an instant, over a thousand Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators surged toward Danxia Peak like a flood.

Conversely, on top of Danxia Peak, shouts and battle cries also broke out.

Thousands of Cultivators, armed with magical instruments and talismans, stood guard over the mountain, determined not to let the enemy break through.

Among them were many low-rank existences at the early and middle stages of Qi Refinement.

Zheng Xian, with his excellent vision, saw the entire scene clearly.

”It seems the Luo Tian Creed is prepared for a desperate fight, even deploying low-rank sect disciples unsuited for battle!”

As he spoke, Zheng Kejian came closer.

”Uncle, should we Foundation Establishment Cultivators also make a move?”

Zheng Xian furrowed his brow.

His gaze swept over the eager Foundation Establishment Cultivators and he transmitted a quiet message.

”Hold on, Luo Tian Sect’s Foundation Establishment True Cultivators are not to be underestimated. The protruding nail gets hammered down first. If you don’t want the Rolling Dragon Ridge Zheng Family to decline, it’s best to control the urgency to avenge your father.”

Zheng Kejian was taken aback, then nodded repeatedly.

Although his uncle was not close with them, at this moment, he still considered the Zheng Family’s well-being.

Just then, from among the crowd, someone could no longer hold back and stepped forward.

”Fellows, I’ll go ahead!”

After he took action, other Foundation Building Cultivators could not resist any longer.

”For too long, the Luo Tian Creed has oppressed Xuchen Mountain; Dan Chenzi once vowed to flatten my mountain - now the tables have turned, and it’s my turn to level Danxia Peak!”

Wei Bufan laughed wildly and controlled his sword to rush into the broken Seven-colored Light Curtain.

Seeing him move swiftly, Shen Gongyi who shared similar misfortunes, quickly followed.

”Together, together! The day Wang Yuan humiliated me, today shall be avenged. Ol Yu, if not now, when?”

”Friend Shen, no need to rush; I’m on my way,” came a voice.

While they were calling for help, multiple Foundation Establishment True Cultivators flew towards Danxia Peak on their Flying Swords.

Within moments, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment True Cultivators had entered the hundred-yard vicinity of Danxia Peak.

The remaining cultivators were not unwilling to act; they were simply suppressed by transmissions from the eight late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

”Let them go first to test the waters of the Luo Tian Creed,” they communicated.

”No hurry, no hurry! Let’s wait and see how things go,” another advised.

”Stay calm and patient, we’ll charge in after a while. The good stuff won’t get away,” another suggested.

That was easy to say.

But as they watched the dozen or so cultivators rushing into Danxia Peak, Xiahou Kun and others still felt an urge they could barely restrain.

It’s true that the Luo Tian Creed was strong.

But when it came down to it, there was only Chu Kui as the well-known late-stage Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator on their side.

If they allowed that rabble to snatch away the valuable resources, their effort would be all for naught.

Xiahou Kun glanced at Zheng Xian and Song Fengzi, his face revealing his impatience first.

”Attack!” he barked, waving his hand grandly.

Following his gesture, five Foundation Establishment True Cultivators from the Xiahou Family also flew towards Danxia Peak.

But before they got close, they heard Xiahou Kun’s shrill cry behind them.

”Return!” he screamed.

”Huh?” The five Xiahou Family Foundation Establishment Cultivators were taken aback.

Shortly after, their faces turned to sheer terror as they beheld the spectacle unfolding through the gaps in the array.

Atop the light curtain!

A Seven-colored Cultivator wearing a tall crown appeared from within the light curtain.

Holding a long sword and advancing step by step toward a Foundation Building Second Layer Cultivator.

He wasn’t moving fast,

but the speed of the cultivator fleeing was even slower!

As the Seven-colored Cultivator swung his sword, the cultivator looked on with eyes filled with terror and was beheaded without any resistance.

As the severed head rolled to the ground, the Seven-colored Cultivator gave a slight smile, his form dissipating back into the array.

If that had been all, it might have been bearable.

But the next moment!

The light curtain trembled, and the Seven-colored Cultivator appeared again!

Still holding a long sword, still advancing step by step.

This time, his opponent was, remarkably, a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator named Wei Bufan!

Once upon a time, when he was only at the Third Level of Foundation Establishment, he had to greet his enemy with a smile and even apologize under the oppressive presence of Luo Chen.

Now, after more than a decade, having advanced to the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment,

he had hoped to avenge his past humiliations and make a name for himself.

But at this moment, with the specter of death looming above his head and fear gripping his heart,

”What kind of sorcery is this...” he managed to gasp.

Swish! The flash of the sword, another head fell to the ground.

The smile of the Seven-colored Cultivator barely stirred as the rainbow light that enveloped him faded away.

He returned to the array once more.

When he appeared again, it was right in front of a black-robed elder.

”Don’t kill me!” Shen Gongyi’s face shifted dramatically as he hurriedly tried to retreat.

However, a mysterious force that suppressed him decreased his flying speed drastically, to almost nothing.

As the Seven-colored Cultivator swung his sword, another head fell to the ground.

This scene repeated itself, over and over.

In just a short moment, seven lives had been claimed.

The group of Foundation Establishment Cultivators, completely terrified, no longer cared about being the first to take Danxia Peak and retreated in panic.

They retreated swiftly!

But the Seven-colored Cultivator appeared even faster!

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Three flashes of light from the array, and the Seven-colored Cultivator made three appearances, each one signifying the fall of a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator without a chance to resist.

The four Foundation Establishment True Cultivators who managed to escape fled as if they had seen a ghost, desperately escaping.

Only after they got close to their fellows did they stop, supporting each other with limp bodies and gasping for breath.

The survivors, now with terror on their faces,

were watched by the eight Great Cultivators led by Zheng Xian, all with solemn expressions.

Everyone’s gaze was on the Seven-colored Light Curtain that shrouded Danxia Peak.

A face slowly emerged on it, a hundred yards wide, and its majestic presence looked down upon the earth as if a deity were gazing upon mortals.

”Within the Seven-colored Danxia, only I, Min Longyu, remain undefeated!”

”Gentlemen, please come and enlighten me!” he called out.