Professor Li was full of confidence in Ying Chen.
However, Min Ziqing, who had never studied history properly, had no understanding of the so-called Battle of Baiyue.
Not to mention that he didn't even know that Ying Chen had been asleep for a thousand years.
He looked terrified, and though he tried to stand tall like the tough protagonists in movies, facing countless enemies.
Unfortunately, his strength did not allow it.
In the end, he still trembled and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Run...!"
However, his suggestion received no response from anyone.
Neither Ying Chen nor Professor Li stood still.
"What are you doing? Are you really planning to wait for death?"
"Don't be foolish! With so many people, they could drown us with just one spit each! If not now, when will we run?"
"Damn it, I'm convinced! Fine, fine, if you don't run, you don't run! Anyway, I don't have many days left to live. Let's all die together then! It's like I'm some kind of coward!"
"The only pity is that if we die like this, Nannan will have no one to save her."
Min Ziqing chattered on, and finally returned to his original spot, with a look of defiance, ready to face the approaching army of the Shennong Sect.
However, the story's direction was completely different from what he had expected.
The Shennong Sect army, which in his opinion was so large that "one spit each would be enough to drown them," did not even reach within a hundred meters of them!
Ying Chen simply waved his hand.
All the disciples of the Shennong Sect froze instantly, as if time had stopped for them.
Expressions filled with killing intent appeared on everyone's faces.
Despite their immense killing intent towards Ying Chen and the other two, they could not translate this killing intent into action, nor could they get any closer to Ying Chen and the other two!
"What's going on?"
Min Ziqing was dumbfounded.
The group of people seeking medicine was also dumbfounded.
Only Cang Juezi's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracting.
He recognized the technique Ying Chen was using!
It was not time stopping; it was a legendary technique, and in reality, no one in this world could manipulate time!
However, Ying Chen's technique was not simple!
It was called the "Mind Trap"!
It used powerful mental pressure to suppress the minds of all enemies, causing their minds to be unable to function and their thoughts to be temporarily frozen. Their limbs lacked commands from the brain, so they naturally stopped in place!
Cang Juezi had never seen this technique before, only hearing that some Western sorcerers were skilled in this art. As for China, there seemed to be no sects that used this method.
He never expected to see it in Ying Chen!
"Could it be... that this guy's sect is from overseas? Is he actually a vanguard sent by foreign invaders to infiltrate China's mystic realm?"
Cang Juezi thought to himself.
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
Otherwise, why would Ying Chen shatter the Shennong Sect's Mingxue Bell, detain Aunt Tang, and want to loot all the spiritual medicines of the Shennong Sect as soon as they met?
The so-called search for the little girl was just an excuse for Ying Chen!
This would also perfectly explain why a master of techniques like Ying Chen knew the Min family of Jianghai.
It was obvious that the Min family of Jianghai had become traitors, defecting to the foreigners!
It had to be said that it was a shame Cang Juezi didn't become a screenwriter.
He had perfectly constructed a self-consistent logic, elevating Ying Chen from a demon to an overseas invader.
Demons were merely an internal affair of China's mystic realms;
but overseas invaders were a matter of shared destiny for all Chinese people, a responsibility for every citizen!
"Open!"
Cang Juezi bit his tongue, using the power of his heart's blood, and was the first to break free from Ying Chen's mental suppression.
Then, he took out a talisman from his embrace and quickly threw it.
With a flash of golden-red light, the talisman, like a canopy covering the sky, emanated patterns that enveloped every disciple of the Shennong Sect.
And as those Shennong Sect disciples were covered by the talisman, they instantly regained clarity.
"Elders and disciples, I have already learned this person's true identity!"
"This person is an alien invader from the overseas mystic realms! What he just used is a magic that Western sorcerers are skilled at – the Mind Trap!"
"Today, we are not only acting on behalf of heaven and exterminating demons, but we are also resisting enemy invaders and defending our homeland!"
"All disciples, listen to my command! Form the Ten Directions Formation and eliminate the alien bandits!"
Boom!
The Shennong Sect disciples, whose morale had just been suppressed by Ying Chen, suddenly became high-spirited again.
Each of them seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, their eyes red, staring fixedly at Ying Chen.
The spiritual momentum of each person surged.
Previously, everyone's aura was like a torch, but now it had become a beacon fire, dense and burning, soaring into the sky!
"Kill!"
In the blink of an eye, the Shennong Sect disciples had completed the formation of the Ten Directions Array.
With a shout, all the disciples simultaneously unleashed a technique towards Ying Chen.
The techniques intertwined, converging together.
Finally, they formed a magnificent giant sword that split the sky.
It descended with supreme power and roared towards Ying Chen.
"Hmm?" Ying Chen frowned slightly upon seeing this giant sword.
"This is actually the Condensing Void Sword Art from the Seventy-Two Articles of the Local Province. It's quite ridiculous that it requires the cooperation of hundreds of people to perform. This used to be one of the essential courses for introductory disciples. If one couldn't perform it within a year, they would be deemed unqualified!"
Ying Chen muttered to himself, finding it absurd.
However, this also confirmed one thing: the methods from the Seventy-Two Articles of the Local Province had not been completely lost. They had merely been passed down over time under different names and in different forms.
"Impure aura, condensed but not solid, lacking divine intent, difficult to achieve greatness! This Condensing Void Sword Art is unqualified!"
Ying Chen judged coldly, as if he were assessing an introductory disciple.
Then, in the next second, he made his fingers into a blade and slashed fiercely at the giant spectral sword in the sky!
Tear!
A tearing sound was heard, and the spectral giant sword, which should have been indestructible, instantly shattered into pieces!
Above the sky, only a huge rift spanning a thousand miles remained, as if Pangu had been resurrected and split the sky with an axe!
Thump!
Thump!
The disciples of the Shennong Sect who were in formation collapsed to the ground in unison, their eyes wide with disbelief.
The Ten Directions Formation was their Shennong Sect's ultimate formation!
It had only been used once in many years, killing a seventh-tier expert who had trespassed into the sect with a single sword strike!
Unexpectedly, this time, not only did they fail to kill the enemy, but their attack was easily resolved by the enemy with a flick of his fingers!
"Is he human or god?"
"If even the Ten Directions Formation cannot subdue him, what else can?"
"It's over, it's completely over... The Shennong Sect's four-hundred-year foundation will be destroyed!"
A wave of lament filled the air, and despair was written in the eyes of every Shennong Sect disciple.
Even several elders were shocked and palpitated.
Ying Chen's cultivation was far beyond their expectations. Now, only the thought of "escape" remained in their hearts, with no courage to fight!
"Could he really be a celestial-rank sorcerer?" Cang Juezi's face turned ashen, and he muttered to himself.
Even he felt a sense of despair and powerlessness!
Just as the Shennong Sect was filled with lamentations from top to bottom, a resounding voice echoed.
"Fellow Daoists of the Shennong Sect, do not panic."
"The Martial Maniac Feng Zixiu has arrived!"
Upon hearing this voice, the Shennong Sect, which had fallen into despair, looked up in unison, a glimmer of hope in their eyes!