Chapter 1687 - Night Raid by the Six-Armed Idol!

Wang Chong suddenly raised his head and ordered, “Pass on my order! Extinguish the lanterns at the Hai Period (9-11pm). Everyone can go to bed a little earlier!”

“Yes! Your Highness!” A voice quickly came from outside the hall, and a guard rushed away to deliver the order.

After the guard left, Wang Chong lowered his head and continued to review the documents. After finishing the last one, Wang Chong placed his brush on the rack, stood up, and walked out of the hall.

In the gusting night wind, Wang Chong looked around at the King of Foreign Lands Residence. It was calm and peaceful, with guards placed around the area to vigilantly protect it.

Looking up, Wang Chong immediately saw the looming and resplendent Imperial Palace of the Great Tang to the northeast.

Amongst all the nobles and officials of the Great Tang, Wang Chong was the only who had his residence in such close proximity to the Imperial Palace, a sign of the Sage Emperor’s favor.

In the middle of his contemplative mood, he suddenly heard hasty footsteps.

“Your Highness, the kitchen sent a message. They made some new palm cakes and some wolfberry and silver-eared fungus soup, and would like Your Highness to sample them,” a servant of the estate known as Little Li called out from the distance. Wang Chong had brought this servant with him from the Wang Family Residence.

“Understood. Place it on my desk!” Wang Chong indifferently said without turning his head.

“Yes, Your Highness!” the servant softly said as he came forward with a tray.

But just as he lowered his head and replied, boom! An immense pull erupted and drew the servant along like a ragdoll, his neck falling right into Wang Chong’s grasp.

“Your Highness, wh-what are you doing?”

Little Li was shocked and alarmed, and he frantically seized Wang Chong’s arm and began to struggle.

“Heh, you lot are just as stubborn as ever! I already warned you once in Zhangchou Jianqiong’s estate, but you’re still trying to play your tricks in front of me,” Wang Chong coldly said, turning his head and tearing away Little Li’s ‘face’. With a ripping sound, another, more savage and dangerous, face appeared.

“Your Highness truly has sharp eyes. No matter what we do or how many other people we deceived, we never seem to be able to trick you!” A voice rang out in Wang Chong’s ear, but it came not from the ‘Little Li’ in Wang Chong’s grip, but from behind him.

A ghostly figure appeared on the wall of the residence, and then a second, a third, a fourth… They just kept coming, continuing to appear on the walls.

Their cold and eerie eyes were all staring at Wang Chong in the center.

The night was quiet. Wang Chong was the Great Tang’s King of Foreign Lands, and his estate was heavily guarded. Logically speaking, the appearance of so many men in black should have alarmed the guards, but the vast estate was quiet. The guards continued to stand sentinel, but they were motionless and showed no reaction.

Thump!

Someone pushed a guard, who toppled to the ground like a wooden post, and then, like a chain of dominoes, more and more guards began to fall.

What followed was absolute silence. In the vast estate, Wang Chong seemed to be the only living person.

“Your Highness, you truly shouldn’t have made an enemy of us!”

The ‘Little Li’ in Wang Chong’s hand stopped struggling and looked up at Wang Chong with an eerie and fearless gaze.

Fwoosh!

Suddenly, black flames poured out of the man’s open mouth, and in the flames was a black pellet that shot straight toward Wang Chong’s face. Even before the pellet got close, Wang Chong could smell a foul odor. There was clearly a terrible poison within.

“Seeking death!”

Wang Chong’s expression chilled. Though surprised, he did not show it.

Wang Chong shook his wrist, immediately throwing ‘Little Li’ into the air and blasting him into a wall a hundred-some feet away. The black pellet was also knocked aside.

Hissss!

The ground began to seethe with black smoke the moment the pellet hit the ground, and everything began to wither and rot. Even a thriving pear tree nearby instantly withered away, shedding all its petals.

Crack! The pear tree collapsed to the ground as if it had been dead for more than a decade.

The poison in that pellet was as toxic as could be!

“Go!”

“Kill him!”

As Wang Chong sent ‘Little Li’ flying, harsh cries resounded from every corner of the residence.

Thwishthwishthwish!

One black figure after another charged out from the shadows, the walls, the tree branches, the gazebos, and the fake mountains, as did those disguised as Wang Chong’s servants and maids.

While still a hundred-some feet away, they began to barrage him with attacks, engulfing the world with the Fires of Ju Bi, Mara, and Lu Wu. Amidst the flames, all kinds of strangely-shaped weapons gleamed with cold light.

One could tell how sharp they were simply by listening to them slice through the air.

Beyond these strange edged weapons, countless black pellets were shooting at Wang Chong. A vast array of attacks covered every possible angle.

Many more men in black had appeared than last time. The men in black had learned their lesson and had clearly brought many more men to handle Wang Chong’s strength. Alas, they had still miscalculated.

“Is this the attack all of you have prepared for so long for?” Wang Chong coldly sneered, completely unmoved.

Bang!

When this storm of attacks was still several dozen feet from Wang Chong, there was a metallic clang, and then a golden shroud erupted from Wang Chong’s body, enclosing him like a steel fortress and instantly blocking all the flames, blades, pellets, and vicious poisons.

These terrifying attacks that would have made countless martial artists tremble in fear were all blocked by the golden barrier as if they were just children’s toys, soft and weak.

“How could this be?!”

The men in black fell silent as they stared speechlessly at the dazzling golden barrier covered in flowing characters.

As members of the most mysterious organization in the world, regarding themselves as gods, they had learned techniques and arts far beyond mortal ken. So many of them working together were enough to pulverize even the world’s most formidable expert into dust.

But this golden shroud had neutralized all of their attacks.

“Hmph, you truly don’t know your own strength!”

Wang Chong swept his gaze across his surroundings, taking in all the men in black.

The greatest difference in the fifteenth level of the Trayastrimsa Heaven compared to the others before it was the ability to use the ‘Origin Barrier’, an extremely powerful ability that utilized the secrets of the Origin to create a barrier a hundred times tougher than steel around the user. It was practically invincible and could block almost every kind of attack.

As long as his foes were beneath the Subtle realm, then even if they had the advantage in numbers, they couldn’t even dream about breaking the barrier.

This was Wang Chong’s greatest harvest from the fifteenth level. In the past, it would have been much more difficult for him to singlehandedly deal with so many people.

“It’s my turn now!”

Wang Chong’s indifferent voice resounded in the ears of the men in black.

With the Origin Immortal Art, Yang resided in Yin and Yin resided in Yang. It was skilled in both attack and defense, and it wasn’t the Origin Immortal Art’s style for the Origin Barrier to be solely a passive defensive tool.

Bang!

With a thought from Wang Chong, the Origin Barrier transformed into a golden hurricane that erupted with a powerful repulsive energy.

“Ah!”

Countless fearful eyes could only watch in shock as the flames, weapons, black pellets, and all their other attacks came howling right back at them.

They screamed as they were tossed around like ragdolls and slammed into various parts of the estate.

Shock!

The men in black all felt an unprecedented shock. None of them could have imagined that Wang Chong had reached this level of strength. He seemed simply undefeatable.

“Nothing but a pack of clowns!”

Wang Chong stood in the center of the residence, his eyes domineering and his body appearing large and imposing.

The Subtle realm was a dividing line, and between those above and those beneath was a chasm as great as the gap between the heavens and the earth. In the past, these men in black might have posed some threat, but pure numbers were no longer enough.

Buzz!

But just then, Wang Chong felt an intense danger that made his heart thump and his head turn upward.

A massive palm blotted out the stars as it hurtled toward Wang Chong’s head at lightning speed.

This palm came so suddenly and fiercely that by the time Wang Chong had looked up, it was already about to strike his head.