Chapter 1924: You All Attack Together

At this moment, the guest experts usually supported by the Meng family finally gathered. There were surprisingly hundreds of them, a densely packed crowd. Both their numbers and cultivation levels were significantly superior to those previously seen at the Prince Consort's residence.

It was astonishing that a household of a Grand Secretariat could be more powerful than a prestigious princely residence, clearly demonstrating the profound foundations of the Meng family.

Seeing these people arrive, Meng Chan's turbulent heart calmed slightly. With a cold expression, she ordered, "Kill him!"

This man actually dared to kill her father!

No matter how handsome he was, he could not be forgiven.

"Yes!" These guest experts supported by the Meng family were clearly more obedient than those from the Prince Consort's residence. Upon hearing the command, they all moved to attack Zu An, who was in the center.

In their view, with so many masters on their side, he would be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

If anyone could land the first killing blow on this young man, the Meng family would certainly reward them generously.

Seeing this scene, the Prince Consort felt a sense of déjà vu. His face turned extremely pale, and he instinctively tugged at his wife's sleeve, whispering, "Chan'er, these people are useless. Let's seize this chance to escape quickly."

Meng Chan flicked her sleeve, shaking him off. She coldly said, "These guest experts of the Meng family are not like those useless ones from the Prince Consort's residence..."

Mid-sentence, her expression froze.

She froze because she saw the hundreds of guest experts who had been charging menacingly towards Zu An suddenly, one by one, kneel on the ground with panicked expressions. Those with lower cultivation levels even involuntarily relieved themselves, with some yellowish, turbid liquid flowing from their trouser legs.

A terrifying aura of pressure spread out. Even though Meng Chan had deliberately kept a great distance, she still felt her heart pounding wildly, her pretty face turning extremely pale. She felt an overwhelming presence from the person in the center, one that extinguished any thought of resistance.

But he hadn't even lifted a hand!

Zu An walked forward step by step. Having just seen so many cultivators attack, he couldn't be bothered to fight them and simply activated the Tachi Sword's Prestige Domain to deal with them.

Just then, Meng Chan suddenly took out a small formation disc from her bosom and directly crushed a device on it.

Many decorative flags originally placed around the Meng family courtyard suddenly lit up, followed by a blue light curtain appearing in the air, like a giant inverted bowl covering the entire courtyard.

Zu An made no move, looking at the blue light curtain. He mused, "A formation? It seems to be wind-elemental..."

Meng Chan let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she always prepared for contingencies; even though the number of guest experts earlier had been reassuring, she had also simultaneously clutched this formation disc.

This was the ultimate killing move Meng Yi had specifically prepared at home for Zu An—the Profound Wind Fiend Array!

They had previously deliberately provoked and goaded Zu An precisely to force him to lose his mind and barge into their home, so they could "close the door and beat the dog" and openly eliminate the Crown Prince's chief minister.

Everything was proceeding according to plan, but they hadn't expected the opponent's strength to be so formidable, and that her father had been instantly killed due to his momentary carelessness.

One could only say that even with an advantage, one must not be careless. Her father had simply been too complacent and carried away.

So this time, she didn't hesitate for a moment, directly manipulating the formation disc to launch an attack.

In every corner within the light barrier, swirling currents of air suddenly appeared, then rapidly grew at a visible rate, transforming into massive tornadoes in the blink of an eye. The elemental energy within these winds was violent and chaotic, clearly filled with destructive power.

Dozens of tornadoes began to rampage across the area, dragging everything in their path into their swirling vortexes.

Because the guest experts had just been surrounding Zu An, they were now all not far from him and were also trapped within this great formation.

As the tornadoes swept past, many guest experts with lower cultivation levels were directly drawn in, and letting out screams of agony, were instantly shredded into minced meat.

The remaining guest experts' faces changed drastically. Every wisp of wind in these tornadoes was like a wind blade. How many wind blades could such massive tornadoes contain?

Once caught inside, it would be like being struck by ten thousand blades almost instantly. Who the hell could withstand that?

One by one, they desperately tried to dodge while shouting to Meng Chan outside, "Princess Consort, stop quickly! We are still inside!"

The Prince Consort also couldn't help but advise her beside her, "Yes, there are still people inside."

Meng Chan's expression was calm, and she coldly said, "It's hard to find a three-legged man in this world, but two-legged cultivators are plentiful. If you don't do it, plenty of others will."

The Meng family had supported these people for so many years, yet over a hundred of them combined couldn't even force Zu An to make a move. What was the use of keeping such useless individuals?

They could simply recruit a new batch later. Given the Meng family's reputation and financial resources, it would be no difficult feat.

At that time, she would personally oversee the recruitment, preferring quality over quantity, as keeping so many ordinary cultivators was useless; it was better to have fewer but more skilled ones.

At this point, the Prince Consort weakly interjected, "What I mean is, your father is still in there..."

Although Meng Yi was dead, his corpse was still there. If it were to be shredded by those tornadoes...

Meng Chan's face changed upon hearing this, and she hastily looked towards the center of the area, only to see Meng Yi's corpse being sucked up by a tornado and then shredded into countless pieces.

The Prince Consort: "..."

This unfilial woman.

Meng Chan: "..."

She took a deep breath. "Father, don't blame me. You're already dead anyway. As long as I can avenge you, I'm sure you'd be willing to pay this small price... right?"

By this time, the guest cultivators within the great formation were almost completely wiped out, yet Zu An stood in the center, completely unmoved.

Many times, when the tornadoes were about to pass him, they seemed to be influenced by something unknown and surprisingly veered away.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Meng Chan's temple, and she hastily manipulated the formation disc.

The scattered tornadoes began to merge and combine, finally forming an exaggerated, sky-obscuring tornado. Within the light barrier, apart from Zu An, there were no longer any living beings.

The massive tornado took on the form of a wind dragon, roaring as it charged towards the green-robed man in the center. A single one of its eyes was larger than a person's entire body.

Seeing this scene, Meng Chan finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was a killing formation passed down through the Meng family for centuries, considered one of their ultimate trump cards. It had never been used for so many years, so the man surnamed Zu would have cause for pride even in hell.

Zu An had been observing this formation. With his mastery of formations from the "Baopu True Scripture," he instantly conceived thirty-six ways to break it.

However, actually breaking it using those methods would be a little time-consuming.

So he simply waved his hand, and a massive sword qi directly struck the wind dragon.

The wind dragon opened its mouth to bite, but the sword qi seemed intangible, directly passing through its dragon head and then effortlessly slicing through its dragon body. The terrifyingly massive wind dragon was thus split into two halves, followed by the violent elemental energy within it gradually dispersing into the heavens and earth.

The sword light, however, did not stop, but continued towards the outermost blue light barrier.

With a deafening boom, the massive light barrier instantly shattered into pieces, transforming into specks of starlight that dissipated into the heavens and earth.

The formation disc in Meng Chan's hand also cracked with a crisp sound and split apart.

Her pretty face also turned a bit pale. Everything had indeed proceeded according to their plan, but there was one thing she had miscalculated: this man's strength far exceeded their estimations.

This man was so young and handsome; how could he be this powerful?

According to the intelligence gathered, three years ago, he was still a good-for-nothing in Brightmoon City, incapable of cultivation!

The Prince Consort, however, had a mournful face. "It's over, it's over! I told you to run just now, but you didn't listen. Now it's too late to run."

He did want to turn and run, letting his wife hold off that terrifying man for a moment, but his legs were so weak he couldn't take a single step.

Meng Chan took a deep breath. "It's not over yet. The Meng family's foundations are stronger than you imagine."

Almost as soon as her words fell, several figures flew from various parts of the Meng residence to this spot. Each of them was around the same age as Meng Yi. The Prince Consort recognized some as either Meng Yi's brothers or other Meng clansmen. All of them had just arrived by floating through the air, clearly indicating they were all Grandmasters.

There were five of them!

These must be the distant uncles Chan'er had mentioned before.

The Prince Consort was both shocked and delighted. He was shocked by how many Grandmaster-level experts the Meng family possessed, knowing that a single Grandmaster could serve as a feudal prince governing a region.

This mere Meng family actually hid so many, clearly indicating their considerable ambition.

What delighted him was that in the current situation, the stronger the Meng family was, the better. His life was finally safe.

Looking at the situation in the center, the oldest of them, a Grandmaster with a purple face, couldn't help but frown. "Chan'er, where is your father? How could he be absent at such a crucial time? Where is he now?"

"Uncle, my father..." Meng Chan opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.

At this point, the Prince Consort answered for her, "He's everywhere."

"What do you mean, 'everywhere'?" The man frowned, his already purple face growing even gloomier, clearly very displeased with the answer.

Intimidated by his aura, the Prince Consort shivered and instinctively hid behind his wife, weakly saying, "For example, the piece you're stepping on right now might be him."

The purple-faced Grandmaster looked down and saw a piece of shredded flesh beneath his feet. He was so startled that he hastily jumped aside. Looking around, he saw bloodstains everywhere in the area. Due to the Profound Wind Fiend Array's rampage, it was almost impossible to find a single intact piece of flesh on the scene.

He finally understood what the Prince Consort had meant and was instantly both shocked and enraged as he looked at Zu An. "That scoundrel's methods are truly cruel!"

Rage points from Meng Jin: 499,499,499...

Zu An glanced at Meng Chan, too lazy to explain. He simply said, "He got what he deserved."

For some reason, after Zu An glanced at her, Meng Chan's heart suddenly pounded violently a few times.

She felt something she had never felt before and didn't understand what was happening.

This man had clearly killed her father, and although she hated him in her heart, why did she also feel a sense of admiration and awe internally?

She couldn't help but compare him to the Prince Consort. Seeing her husband timidly hiding behind her, she sighed faintly in her heart and looked back at the proudly standing green-robed figure in the center. *That* was a true man.

Now, the other Grandmasters also began to angrily denounce Zu An. When had the Meng family ever suffered such a great loss?

Zu An's expression was as calm as an ancient well. "Do the Meng family members only know how to use their tongues? Stop talking nonsense, come at me, all of you."