Chapter 990: Dragon Throne Fierce Might

Chen Lie didn't know what Lu Ye held, but he sensed an extremely dangerous aura from the spherical object.

As he finished speaking, Chen Lie lunged at Lu Ye, his spiritual power surging, and unleashed a punch. Though elderly, as a body cultivator, his strength was formidable. This punch, unleashed with full power, was meant to be irresistible to Lu Ye, a mere True Lake Realm Fifth Level cultivator. As he threw the punch, his other hand reached for the spherical object, intending to seize it.

A blade light slashed through the air. Chen Lie activated his vital energy and spiritual power to defend himself, neither dodging nor evading. Only when the blade descended did Chen Lie realize something was wrong. An overwhelming force struck him, causing his body to stiffen instantly. His protective spiritual power and vital energy shattered, and as pain erupted, he was sent flying backward. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the head of another Chen family elder, who had charged with him, flying high into the air. That was Elder Qi, a True Lake Realm Seventh Level cultivator!

At the True Lake Realm level, a Seventh Level cultivator was certainly not weak. Yet, he couldn't even withstand a single blade strike from Lu Ye. Moreover, that strike had first forced Chen Lie back before felling Elder Qi! A shiver ran down his spine. As a profound sense of danger arose, a series of crackling sounds reached his ears.

When he regained his footing and looked again, he was startled. Before the guest hall entrance, where Lu Ye had stood, a towering crimson figure, three zhang (approx. 10 meters) tall, now stood. The figure had smooth lines and sharp edges, giving it an impression of immense strength and rigidity. Intricate, wild patterns adorned the crimson figure, flowing from its face down its torso and extending to its limbs, forming an extremely fierce totem. Two points of deep crimson light glowed in the towering figure's eye sockets, like a pair of soul-chilling ghost flames, instilling dread in those who saw them. Visible waves of spiritual energy emanated from the crimson figure's feet, expanding outwards with a roar. Accompanying this expansion was an indescribable sense of pressure. In that instant, all spiritual cultivators present were captivated, staring in stunned silence.

At the front of the crowd, Xiang Yinghuan, who had been hiding in the shadows, was utterly dumbfounded. He hadn't seen clearly when Lu Ye was sent flying moments ago. From where he stood, he saw everything vividly: during the fierce battle, Lu Ye suddenly summoned a spherical object the size of a baby's fist. The sphere then disintegrated into countless tiny fragments that adhered to his body. In the blink of an eye, the small figure transformed into a three-zhang tall, monstrous entity.

What was this? Even Xiang Yinghuan, the head of a third-rank family and a True Lake Realm Fourth Level cultivator — someone considered experienced and knowledgeable — was too shocked by this scene to recover. He had never heard of Lu Ye possessing a construct, let alone one like this — it was utterly unprecedented. What chilled him even more was that the construct-clad Lu Ye held a long blade, one zhang and eight chi (approx. 6 meters) in length. Its blade resembled bamboo segments, with a joint every chi (approx. 30 cm). With the long blade in hand, an endless, fierce aura permeated the air, as if an ancient beast had emerged. In that instant, an involuntary chill ran through the hearts of all spiritual cultivators.

"Whoosh..." A soft exhalation sound was heard, and visible streams of air flowed from the sharp-edged construct's head, turning into white mist. The long blade was held horizontally by its side, then lightly swung, as if swatting away insects. A faint blade light flashed, and the figures of many spiritual cultivators instantly stiffened, including even an elder of considerable power.

The next instant, Lu Ye crouched slightly, blade tip lowered, dragging the blade as he moved, passing through the stiffened spiritual cultivators. The swirling wind stirred their rigid bodies. Without exception, everyone's upper body slid down, revealing a clean, even cut on their lower half, and blood spurted skyward. Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The massive, imposing figure of the Dragon's Seat, coupled with the exaggerated design of the Dragon's Spine Blade, ensured that with every flash of blade light, a spiritual cultivator fell. Wherever it passed, blood rained.

"Kill him!" a furious roar came from the front of the crowd. The spiritual cultivators suddenly snapped back to their senses, charging fearlessly at the towering figure. Blade lights surged, and people constantly fell, yet those who followed showed no fear, trampling through the blood and dismembered bodies, desperately rushing forward. From a distance, the scene was both horrific and shocking.

Inside the guest hall, Wanmoling and the other four stared, dumbfounded, at the sudden change. Prior to this, none of them had personally witnessed the might of the Dragon's Seat. They had thought their situation was dire, never expecting Lu Ye to have such a powerful trump card. Lu Ye, clad in the Dragon's Seat, charged out, drawing the attention of eighty percent of the spiritual cultivators, which instantly reduced the pressure on their side. Ju Jia and Xiao Xinghe stood at the guest hall entrance, their combined efforts forming a barrier against the scattered spiritual cultivators attacking them. Feng Yuechan and Lin Yinxiu each employed their own techniques to pick off incoming enemies. Lin Yinxiu's figure appeared and disappeared, but every strike yielded a kill. Together, their combined strength ensured temporary self-preservation.

"Something's wrong!" Wanmoling exclaimed, stealing a glance at Lu Ye. The situation had been off from the start; no one expected the spiritual cultivators to suddenly turn hostile. Now, there was an even greater sense of incongruity. Logically, facing Lu Ye, now clad in the Dragon's Seat, even a powerful cultivator should have felt fear. As the saying goes, morale is like a tiger on the first drum roll, then it dwindles and eventually exhausts. So many of their enemies had already died; anyone still alive should have been timid.

Yet, the spiritual cultivators showed no fear whatsoever. With a single command, even an inconspicuous Spirit Stream Realm cultivator dared to rush madly towards Lu Ye, completely disregarding their lives. Some even climbed onto the towering Dragon's Seat, wildly attacking it, making thudding sounds. Although Lu Ye killed quickly, he couldn't hold back the sheer numbers of spiritual cultivators.

Moments later, the towering figure of the Dragon's Seat was no longer visible, completely submerged by a human tide of spiritual cultivators. Just as Wanmoling and the others worried for Lu Ye's safety, a deep, heavy voice suddenly emanated from within the piled-up mass of bodies.

"Arc Moon!"

As the words fell, a point of blade light burst forth from deep within the human pile. This was followed by countless dense blade lights, resembling crescent moons, slicing outwards. Whizzing sounds filled the air. The human pile collapsed, severed limbs and shredded flesh flew everywhere, and the submerged Dragon's Seat reappeared. The crimson figure was drenched in blood, making its color appear even darker. The head of one of the fallen spiritual cultivators flew towards the guest hall, rolling to Ju Jia's feet, where he stomped on it, crushing it.

Freed, Lu Ye took a step and charged into a specific part of the crowd. The Dragon's Spine Blade swept through, cutting down enemies like waves. No one could withstand a single blow; all who dared approach within ten zhang (approx. 33 meters) of him fell like mere weeds. His speed was so great in the dim night that his figure was indistinguishable, only two points of crimson light, trailing two scarlet streaks, floated where his eyes should be.

In an instant, he arrived behind a middle-aged man. The man roared, conjuring a large hammer. He leaped up, using the force of his descent to smash it fiercely onto Lu Ye's head. This hammer blow was the full manifestation of his power, incredibly formidable. Facing such a hammer, Lu Ye simply raised a hand and caught the descending weapon.

With a thud, the towering Dragon's Seat figure slightly lowered, its knees bending to absorb the impact. Its large hand firmly gripped the hammer's shaft, then yanked hard, pulling the man forward. Its other hand, holding the Dragon's Spine Blade, deftly reversed, and the hilt struck the man's chest with a heavy thud. A cracking sound was heard; it was impossible to tell how many ribs had been broken. The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly weakening.

Lu Ye released the man's hammer, then reached out and gripped his head, lifting him up before him. A cold voice emanated from the Dragon's Seat: "You spiritual cultivators... what are you playing at?" This middle-aged man was indeed the head of the Lingli faction, Xiang Yinghuan. He had been hiding there, giving orders. Lu Ye had long since pinpointed his location. In his perception, this man was the last remaining leader of the entire Lingli faction. Other cultivators from the Lingli faction had either been killed by him or eradicated by Wanmoling, Xiao Xinghe, and the others. Even the surviving spiritual cultivators were less than eighty percent of their original number.

Lu Ye didn't kill him because he found the day's events too strange. It was baffling enough that the Lingli faction had inexplicably attacked them, but then they had launched a full-scale assault with their entire clan after the initial incident. He had initially thought that the Lingli faction was a pawn placed there by the True Lake Realm to eliminate him. "But after a major battle," he mused, "it didn't seem quite like that."

Because the spiritual cultivators had fought with such utter disregard for death, as if no one valued their own life. Even with him clad in the Dragon's Seat, they had only been momentarily startled and shocked at first, but after that, there was no deterrence whatsoever. Even if the Lingli faction contained hidden agents planted by the True Lake Realm, they would only be a portion of them. It was impossible for all spiritual cultivators to be True Lake Realm agents. If that were truly the case, the secret would have long since leaked. So, Lu Ye couldn't understand why the Lingli faction was so audacious. Did they not realize the consequences of attacking a Law Enforcement Hall squad like this?

He didn't kill Xiang Yinghuan because he naturally wanted a live captive to take back to Haotian City for interrogation by the Law Enforcement Hall. Regardless, he needed to understand what had happened today, otherwise, they might face similar attacks again in the future.

"As expected of... the one favored by..." Xiang Yinghuan suddenly spoke.

"What?" Lu Ye asked, but received no reply. Instead, a soft, indistinct sound came from within Xiang Yinghuan's head, and then Xiang Yinghuan's neck snapped, and he lost his breath.

He just died like that! Lu Ye didn't even know how he died! He hadn't sensed any trace of Xiang Yinghuan activating any technique.

Indistinct sounds continued to come from nearby. "Get a live one!" Lu Ye roared, turning to grab a spiritual cultivator not far away. But as soon as he seized the person, they died on the spot.

Corpse after corpse fell. Every single surviving spiritual cultivator collapsed to the ground. Lu Ye was somewhat dumbfounded. Wanmoling and the others, who had survived the ordeal, were equally stunned!