Qin Chuan had been watching closely, his heart filled with unease, but after observing for a while, he relaxed, as the opponent's attacks and abilities were insufficient to break the formation.
The opponent's Seven Star Formation-Breaking Technique was powerful, but the imperial city's grand formation, after being repaired, was also incredibly formidable; the opponent's Seven Star Formation-Breaking Technique couldn't break it.
There was no hope.
Although Qin Chuan knew this grand formation was powerful, he had underestimated it. Now he finally understood its strength, at least in its defensive capabilities.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and the formation remained completely still. During this time, Qin Chuan calmly had his several treasure beasts continue their attacks, so of the hundred-plus opponents, less than half remained.
These people, though not bad, were nothing in the middle-aged man's eyes; death was insignificant.
His current goal was to break the formation and kill that young man. He was very clear about his purpose, knowing why he had come.
He had only one goal: to destroy the Heavenly Kingdom at all costs.
This was his mission and duty. He had come with a guarantee to complete the mission; failure would certainly be punished, as he had offended many people, and countless others wanted to see him humiliated.
Now he was anxious, his brows furrowed. If he couldn't break the formation, all the men he brought would die. How could he go back and explain himself? These men might not seem like much, but they could still be used against him if someone caused trouble.
So he was very worried; he feared he wouldn't lose his life, but he would certainly suffer a great loss.
The more anxious he became, the more flustered he became. He watched as the people trying to break the formation broke out in a cold sweat, but the formation remained as stable as a mountain, without the slightest fluctuation.
Qin Chuan looked at the middle-aged man with a cold smile, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, seemingly mocking him.
The man stared at Qin Chuan, his eyes blazing with fury, wishing he could kill him outright, but he could only watch and wait for the outcome. In truth, he already had a bad feeling.
"No need to break the formation. You have the ability to break formations with such meager skills? Don't embarrass yourselves," Qin Chuan said to the people trying to break the formation.
Those men were all covered in cold sweat.
At this moment, Qin Chuan took out his mysterious heavy bow, followed by the Returning Dragon Soul-Capturing Arrow. He then drew the bow, nocked the arrow, and shot it at one of the people still breaking through the formation.
*Whoosh!*
The arrow streaked across the sky like a shooting star, dazzling even in broad daylight, captivating everyone's attention.
Then, everyone watched in disbelief as the arrow pierced through a person.
*Thud!*
The crisp sound and the astonished person's expression became eternal; they stood motionless, like a statue, time seemingly frozen, the person forever frozen in place.
Then Qin Chuan drew the bow again and released another arrow.
Again, dazzling and brilliant, the person tried to dodge, but to his astonishment, although he dodged, he was still dead. The arrow seemed to possess a spirit, returning to kill him.
After killing two in a row, the remaining enemy panicked and dared not continue trying to break the formation. They were puzzled as to why the enemy's arrows could easily pass through and return to them, even though they couldn't break the formation themselves…
When the middle-aged man came,
he thought this was a lucrative opportunity because he knew that the Heavenly Kingdom had two of the most beautiful women. He came here with that in mind, hoping to openly do something. Besides, his strength here was unparalleled; he feared no one, could act with impunity, and was the master, able to control everything.
But he realized he was wrong. He was powerful, but like a dog trying to bite a hedgehog, the dog was far stronger than the hedgehog, yet still helpless against it.
He felt he could easily crush his opponent, but he couldn't catch them. It was incredibly frustrating. He
could only watch helplessly.
The middle-aged man tried attacking the formation twice, but it didn't budge an inch, remaining completely unmoved. This infuriated him, and he turned his attention to the people nearby.
These were the people he had planned to kill earlier, but had failed.
Seeing these people, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly swung his knife at one of them.
*Thud!*
Without any resistance, he killed one person instantly, then grinned cruelly at Qin Chuan: "Boy, come down here, or I'll kill all these people. I'll give you a quarter of an hour to consider. After that, I'll start killing. After this place, I'll kill elsewhere. I want to see if you dare to come down and fight."
Qin Chuan hadn't expected his opponent to take such an extreme path, catching him off guard. He couldn't just stand by and watch those people be slaughtered.
"Qin Chuan can't go down," the Imperial Tutor said, shaking his head.
"Qin Chuan, I'll go down with you!" the Empress said.
Qin Chuan shook his head: "Don't worry, I'll just play with him. I'm no match for him, but he might not be able to kill me."
"I'm worried about you."
Qin Chuan told them to wait for his news. He adjusted his state, then rose up on his vine and came down to face the middle-aged man, less than ten meters away. "
Take this!"
The middle-aged man seemed very anxious, attacking immediately, as if afraid Qin Chuan would turn back.
The middle-aged man's arms and hands were a grayish-white, unsightly color, his fingers dull and lifeless like lime, yet exuding a dangerous aura.
The Fossil Palm!
This palm technique was ingenious, like turning stone into gold, but it had a low barrier to entry and was easy to learn. Its only drawback was its relatively weak power.
Furthermore, Qin Chuan himself possessed the Dao of Turning Stone into Gold, giving him strong resistance to this technique, almost negating the opponent's Fossil Palm. The power of the Fossil Palm lay in its ability
to turn the target into stone.
Even if it failed, it could still slow down the target, making this ability very powerful and valuable.
Qin Chuan smiled, wielding the Forging God Sword Hammer, using the standing technique of Turning Stone into Gold, its power many times stronger than the opponent's Fossil Palm.
Upon exchanging blows, Qin Chuan laughed.
This palm technique was strong, but compared to his own, it was inferior to others. As the fight progressed, the middle-aged man realized something, his expression changing. He remembered Qin Chuan's words: to kill him.
He hadn't believed it before, treating it as a joke, but now he felt a chill run down his spine, a strange feeling that he might really die here.