Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1563 - 1554: Secret Technique

"Another one is dead!"

Inside Taifeng City, the crowd was constantly focused on the events in the Triple Heaven.

Six prodigies from the Northern Desolate were besieging Mo Wangchen, all young kings at the third stage of the Ancient God Realm.

However, at this moment, after battling for so long, not only were they unable to kill Mo Wangchen, but two among them had already died at Mo Wangchen’s hands.

"Let me do it!"

With the second person dead, Wu Qiyue was furious, feeling greatly humiliated.

Six people battling Mo Wangchen, despite having similar cultivation levels, they still appeared so strained, and there seemed to be a feeling of being counter-killed. For him, it was simply a disgrace.

With a cold shout, Wu Qiyue spat out a drop of essence blood, and an ancient copper bell appeared in his hand.

He hurled the copper bell, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded, covering the Heavenly Vault, standing in the sky like a mountain with an astonishing might.

"Ancestor Blood, condense!"

He took a deep breath, offering the drop of essence blood into the copper bell. Suddenly, the bell’s power became even more terrifying, smashing downward. This strike surpassed what a third-stage cultivator of the Ancient God Realm could display.

"A secret technique?"

Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes, seemingly perceiving something.

This was a secret technique similar to a forbidden technique, forcibly using essence blood to surpass one’s own strength.

"Boom!"

With a cold snort, Mo Wangchen shot up, not retreating but instead advancing to meet the fiercely descending copper bell.

The Divine King Body moved expansively, as if he turned into a meteorite, holy light continuously emanating around him, unleashing a terrifying holy power that disintegrated the void.

"Boom!"

Another earth-shattering explosion echoed, Mo Wangchen clashed his fist against the copper bell, hurling it out fiercely.

"Bang!"

The copper bell trembled violently, suspended in mid-air by the force of the punch.

"Boom!"

The second punch was unleashed, the fist wind howling, causing the space to wail, slamming again into the copper bell.

"Bang!"

The copper bell, as if struck heavily, shuddered madly, the spot where Mo Wangchen’s fist struck cracking with a massive fissure, and the entire bell was sent flying.

Wu Qiyue’s face changed drastically. This copper bell was his greatest protective magical treasure, capable of withstanding myriad enemies, its hardness comparable to the divine iron above the Nine Heavens. Now he had even offered a drop of essence blood to enhance its defensive power significantly.

Yet even so, under Mo Wangchen’s fists and kicks, the copper bell, which should have been immovable in Wu Qiyue’s eyes, was cracked open with a large fissure and looked about to shatter completely.

"A Divine Body on par with the Undying Sword Body, this is not just talk. If any of you still think Mo Wangchen is a mere rising star, you are mistaken. He already possesses the strength to threaten a Saint Level genius!"

In Taifeng City, many from the Eastern Desolate spoke with excitement. No matter what, in this assessment, Mo Wangchen represented the Eastern Desolate. The stronger the power he showcased, the more it fulfilled their sense of pride.

"Before my Divine King Body, all Saint Items are no different from ordinary weapons. If you want to kill me, unless you can make your Wu Family ancestor rise from the grave, a mere drop of Ancestor Blood is underestimating me, Mo Wangchen."

With a cold snort, Mo Wangchen strode into the void, his body like a mountain, each step causing space to tremble.

"Boom!"

With a fist glowing golden, he struck fiercely again at the copper bell.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Under this strike, the bell couldn’t withstand, and the massive crack rapidly spread all over, finally shattering in an instant.

"Pff!"

The copper bell had absorbed a drop of Wu Qiyue’s essence blood, and now being shattered fiercely by Mo Wangchen, Wu Qiyue naturally suffered, instantly coughing blood, his face pale.

"Swish!"

Without hesitation, he retreated rapidly, intending to leave immediately.

No other choice.

He had already used his most powerful card, but still couldn’t handle Mo Wangchen, instead being severely injured. If he didn’t escape, it would be no different from waiting for death.

"Quick!"

Not just Wu Qiyue, but also the other three survivors, after exchanging glances, all started to withdraw.

By now, they had clearly realized that Mo Wangchen’s power was far beyond what their combined forces could subdue.

"Since you’re here, how can you leave without leaving your lives?"

Watching the four retreating figures, Mo Wangchen did not pursue but coldly declared, as if pronouncing the fate of Wu Qiyue and the others.

"Buzz..."

In his hand, the long-unused Divine King Heavenly Subduing Bow appeared. He grasped the bowstring, drawing it slowly, yet a vast divine power was gathering, causing the momentum of heaven and earth to surge like a tide, even distorting the space.

"Shhh..."

As the Divine Bow was drawn to a full moon, four breathtaking arrows shot out, carrying boundless momentum as if able to collapse a small world, targeting the fleeing Wu Qiyue and the other three.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In a blink, the dull explosion resounded.

The speed of the arrows was to the extreme, seemingly reaching Wu Qiyue and others the instant they were released, killing them on the spot, exploding into blood mist, body and spirit destroyed!

"Buzz..."

In Taifeng City, the space trembled slightly. By the time people reacted, the four figures had been ejected from the Triple Heaven, revealed to be Wu Qiyue and the others. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"If you want to kill me, just bring it on. Your Tianlan Saint Heir’s so-called Reverse Life Bloodline can’t intimidate me."

In the Triple Heaven, Mo Wangchen declared loudly, his voice thunderous, echoing in all directions, challenging the Tianlan Saint Heir.

By now, there was nothing left to say between them. Mo Wangchen knew the Tianlan Saint Heir wouldn’t easily give up, but how could he?

Being bullied like this, if he could remain calm, it wouldn’t be in line with Mo Wangchen’s character.

Compared to facing the Tianlan Saint Heir in the higher heavens, Mo Wangchen was more eager to settle scores within the Triple Heaven.

For here, he was at his peak, confident enough to suppress anyone.

Moving up, even entering the fourth heaven had exceeded his current cultivation. Though his strength could be forcibly elevated to the fourth stage of the Ancient God Realm, it wasn’t his true power.