C562 The Battle Between the Real and the Fake!
C562 The Battle Between the Real and the Fake!
"Swoosh!" The Wang Family disciples retreated one after another and quickly occupied all directions. Each of them occupied a special position and held an iron whip in their hands as they coldly stared at Chen Bei. Their eyes contained a cold killing intent.
"Our young master said that he wants to live. Surrender and follow us back. Beg for mercy from young master. Young master can spare your life." The silver-haired elder said coldly.
"Beg for mercy?" The corner of Chen Bei's mouth curled up into a smile. "It's already my greatest blessing that I didn't kill my way to the Wang family."
"Impudent!" The silver-haired old man's eyes narrowed. Chen Bei's words had stirred his anger!
Every disciple of the Wang Family had a cold look in their eyes. Chen Bei was simply looking down on all of them. He did not care about the Wang family. He was too arrogant!
"Yin Yang Eight Trigram Formation, suppress!" The old man's hands kept changing. No one could see his movements clearly. They could only see faint afterimages.
Chen Bei's pupils shrank. He narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up the silver-haired old man. Only he could tell that the silver-haired old man's hands were forming a hand seal that had been lost for a long time to control the formation!
This seal only existed in ancient times, but in modern times, it had long been lost. The silver-haired old man actually knew this technique!
A wisp of seriousness suddenly appeared on Chen Bei's face as he muttered to himself. "Looks like the Wang family still has some foundation."
When the silver-haired old man saw Chen Bei's expression change greatly, he could not help but feel proud of himself. He snorted coldly and said, "The Wang family inherited our ancestor, Wang Xu, Guigu'zi, who used to be a sect of the Ghost Valley. How can a mere Dragon King like you provoke him?"
"Guigu'zi..." Chen Bei narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming more and more playful.
"The Yin Yang Eight Trigrams created by our ancestors have immeasurable power. They can capture a tiny Dragon King like you. Enough! The silver-haired elder laughed maniacally.
Suddenly, the silver-haired old man's expression changed. He suddenly shouted at Chen Bei. He stretched out his hand and pressed it across the air. "Suppress!"
"Suppress!!" The moment the silver-haired old man spoke, the Wang Family disciples who occupied advantageous terrain from all directions threw out iron whips, which turned into steel dragons and roared at Chen Bei.
Buzz!
The dragon rushed to the top of Chen Bei's head and suddenly dispersed. It turned into eight dragons and crushed towards Chen Bei, covering the sky and covering the earth. In the blink of an eye, it covered Chen Bei's body.
The eight dragons tightly wrapped around Chen Bei's body and made him unable to move.
Not only that, the Wang Family disciples also took out a large metal net and covered Chen Bei.
This was the second insurance they had made to ensure that they could capture the Dragon King alive!
Chen Bei stood in his original position without moving. He merely looked at the silver-haired old man and the Wang Family disciples with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
After the huge metal net enveloped Chen Bei, the Wang Family disciples and the silver-haired old man looked at Chen Bei with a mocking gaze. Only then did they quickly rush towards Chen Bei.
As the silver-haired old man and the Wang Family disciples approached, the corner of Chen Bei's mouth suddenly curved up in a meaningful smile.
"Is that all you have?" Chen Bei said sarcastically, his tone full of disdain.
The silver-haired old man stopped in his tracks, and his expression as he looked at Chen Bei suddenly changed. A bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart!
"Crack crack crack crack..." Chen Bei's entire body was trembling slightly. Crisp sounds were emitted from Chen Bei's body... It was the sound of iron dragons binding Chen Bei's body!
"This is impossible!" The Wang Family disciples widened their eyes. They stared at Chen Bei, and monstrous waves rose in their hearts.
The iron dragons had actually started to crack!
"Is this the technique that Guigu'zi passed down to you? It can't even withstand a single blow..." Chen Bei's calm and indifferent voice came out of the metal web, almost making everyone's scalp tingle!
The iron dragons trembled slightly, and more cracks appeared. Cracking sounds reverberated in the air!
Immediately after, when the iron dragons binding Chen Bei were shattered, a ferocious scarlet light suddenly flashed across Chen Bei's eyes!
Chen Bei suddenly stepped forward!
"Ha!"
Chen Bei's shout was like thunder rolling in the air, causing many Wang Family disciples to cover their ears in pain. Blood oozed out of their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
"Kill!"
Crack! The iron dragon on Chen Bei's body turned into countless pieces and fell to the ground. Within the large metal net, a cold and terrifying dark light flashed past!
The layers of the large metal net were cut off by the dark light, and a figure walked out!
"No!" The silver-haired elder's expression was ugly to behold as he coldly shouted.
"A few false dragons dare to stop my footsteps!" Chen Bei held the Dragon Tooth Dagger in his hand. His entire body was suffused with killing intent as he swept out in all directions!
"Since that's the case, kill without mercy!" Chen Bei swept his gaze across the ferocious expressions of the Wang Family disciples. He suddenly let out a cold snort, and the Dragon Tooth Dagger in his hand suddenly separated from his hand!
The Dragon King appeared and sacrificed the Dragon Tooth with his blood!
Terrifying killing light swept out like the roar of a devil. The entire battlefield was completely filled with slaughter!
It was a dragon... a terrifying roaring True Dragon!
Fresh blood wildly splashed outwards, sweeping through the skies! Wherever the Dragon King's movement technique passed, a wave of destruction and destruction shook!
At this instant, all the disciples of the Wang Clan collapsed...!
Countless disciples and members were instantly slaughtered and killed by more than half of them! This was simply like a devil being released from its cage!
The disciples of the Wang family had completely collapsed! In this battle, they had suffered a great defeat! They had lost so thoroughly, and they had suffered such a humiliating defeat! In the past few hundred years in the Yanjing, the Wang family had never experienced such a miserable and humiliating moment!
But today, it was as if history was being refuted! The Wang Family's disciples... were utterly defeated!
Countless disciples of the Wang family retreated rapidly, continuously retreating as they fled into the distance in a sorry state!
So many Wang Family's disciples... were actually trying to escape!
This was an unprecedented battle of defeat! A hundred year old super giant, the Wang family, after a battle, they actually... scattered and fled!
All the disciples of the Wang family were trembling as they retreated... This was a complete massacre! They were unable to fight back. At this moment... they could only flee!
Countless disciples of the Huang family fled like stray dogs. They did not dare to resist at all!
The entire scene was filled with a bloody massacre. There were only piles of blood and corpses everywhere. It was as if they were verifying the terrifying killing hell that had just happened.
Chen Bei's suit was stained with a trace of blood. The Dragon Tooth Dagger was gently held in his right hand, and a terrifying aura was being released continuously.
His eyes suddenly turned cold as he swept his gaze across the corpses all over the place. His entire body was emitting an endless killing intent.
"Dragon King, you will endure the endless fury of the Wang family!" The silver-haired old man was trembling all over. He looked at the energetic Wang Family disciples who had turned into skeletons in a short moment. He couldn't help but be shocked and angry!
"Wang family?" Chen Bei turned his head and looked at the silver-haired elder with a smile that was not a smile. "Ask your young master to come over and apologize to me. I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, don't blame me for remembering this debt."
Chen Bei turned around. A cold voice that sounded like a voice from hell entered the silver-haired old man's ears. Chen Bei's tone was filled with killing intent. Even the silver-haired old man, who was an expert of Yanjing, could not help but feel his scalp tingle.