It was not shattered by brute force, but fundamentally denied, stripped of the very foundation of its existence!
“What… what kind of power is this?”
The sect master’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. He felt his connection to the formation being forcibly severed. The absolute gap in the level of power made his soul itself tremble!
In merely three breaths, the Myriad Laws Sect protective formation, capable of withstanding the frenzied assault of a fifth-grade Heavenly Immortal, vanished silently like foam under sunlight, leaving not the slightest trace!
The backlash from the formation’s destruction caused every disciple who had been sustaining it to spit blood in unison. Their auras instantly withered!
Deprived of the formation’s shelter, they were now directly exposed to the unrestrained, murderous dragon majesty of hundreds of true dragons!
“ROAR!”
Old Black seized the moment and let loose a heaven-shaking bellow, charging down first!
Its colossal dragon body crashed like a falling mountain, smashing straight into the magnificent mountain-gate arch of Myriad Laws Sect!
BOOM!
Jade and stone shattered, dust and smoke surged skyward!
The gate that symbolised ten thousand years of Myriad Laws Sect glory was reduced to powder beneath Old Black’s savage impact!
“Kill!”
Chen Ping’s icy voice rang out like final judgement.
The dragon army surged into motion! Like a breached dam, like a precise and terrifying war machine, they instantly engulfed the mountain gate of Myriad Laws Sect!
Fire dragons spewed flames that ignited pavilions and towers. Thunder dragons summoned lightning that splintered cultivation chambers. Wind dragons whipped up storms that tore apart disciple formations attempting resistance. Ice dragons exhaled freezing qi that turned vast areas into sealed realms of death…
Myriad Laws Sect disciples fought desperately. Brilliant spell lights flashed, talismans and treasures filled the sky, yet before the dragons’ absolute strength, defence, and innate divine abilities, it all seemed so pale and powerless.
The enormous gap in individual power, combined with the overwhelming crush of battle will, turned the fight from the very start into a one-sided massacre.
Chen Ping did not join the chaos below. His gaze pierced through every obstacle and locked directly onto the great hall deep within Myriad Laws Sect, where the white-jade ancestral statue was enshrined.
He took one step forward. His figure flickered like a phantom, ignoring every attack and obstruction along the way. Space itself seemed to lose meaning before him. In the next instant, he stood inside that solemn, majestic hall.
Within the hall, dozens of white-haired elders with powerful auras had formed a profound array, guarding the statue.
The statue stood roughly thirty feet tall, its surface warm and lustrous, its features blurred yet radiating a dao charm that seemed to enlighten all under heaven. Pure and vast faith soul force flowed around it.
“Demonic heretic! You will not defile our ancestor!”
The leading purple-robed elder, eyes splitting with fury, sacrificed an eight-trigrams treasure mirror. Mirror light blazed and shot toward Chen Ping.
Chen Ping did not even glance at it. He simply flicked his sleeve.
BANG!
The seemingly extraordinary eight-trigrams mirror, along with the purple-robed elder, exploded into scattered motes of light as though struck by an invisible titan hammer, body and soul both extinguished!
The remaining elders paled in horror. Before they could react further, Chen Ping extended his hand and grasped toward the white-jade statue across the void.
“Seize!”
An invisible suction enveloped the statue.
The statue shuddered violently. The clear radiance on its surface flickered wildly in resistance. Contained within was a trace of origin soul force left by the founding ancestor of Myriad Laws Sect, combined with ten thousand years of accumulated faith. It had already gained spirituality!
“A mere lingering regret dares to resist me?”
Coldness flashed in Chen Ping’s eyes. The Great Luo Golden Canon in his sea of consciousness stirred faintly. A strand of supreme law aura spread forth.
Like a subject before its emperor, the statue’s will to resist instantly collapsed!
A pillar of condensed, utterly pure milky-white soul force was forcibly extracted from between the statue’s brows. Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, it poured into the Ten-Thousand Transformations Blood Soul Bead that had appeared in Chen Ping’s palm!
“No!”
The surviving elders in the hall let out despairing cries, watching helplessly as the symbol of their sect, the very source of their lineage, lost its spirituality before their eyes and turned dull and lustreless.
