Chapter 1364: The Might of a Divine Instrument

"The weak are food for the strong! That's the law of nature! Weaklings must die! A weakling can never be the Rothschild's distinguished guest!"

The family head looked at Chen Xiaobei in utter displeasure.

The demigod, Calderon laughed.

Elder Jiu simply kept quiet.

Focker was devastated.

***

At Mount Gufeng.

A person clad in white stood at the peak of the mountain.

Here, one could have a clear view on all that was happening in Bei Xuan Faction.

"Can Xiaobei survive this?" The person, glowing radiantly in white, was Liu Xuanxin.

"Xuanxin, you have to be prepared. This battle might be the end of Chen Xiaobei." Liu Xiyuan joined his granddaughter, his face solemn and his tone miserable.

"Why is this happening?" The whites of Liu Xuanxin's eyes reddened. "If I had known that this day would come, I would have already removed my scarf and get acquainted with him. If I miss this chance, I will carry this guilt with me until the day I die."

***

At Bei Xuan Faction's former location.

A hundred heavily armed knights were charging forward, moving with large, heavy strides that shook the ground beneath them.

They were known for their excellent defense, and were brilliant at skirmishes. Naturally, they took the lead, taking on the frontlines to block Chen Xiaobei's first wave of attack.

Following closely behind were the one hundred Blood Descendants, all in their true forms.

The Blood Descendants were skilled at both offense and defense. Their attacking skills, defending skills, and agility were equally good, making them the perfect ambushers seeking for maximum damage.

At their heels were the hundred wizards, concocting and conjuring their spells, in preparation to attack Chen Xiaobei with their magic.

Wizards were weak at defense, and casting spells took a long time, so they were strategically placed last, so that they could use their powerful magic to cast a lethal final blow at Chen Xiaobei!

Although all these three parties had their own leaders, they must have had agreed on an arrangement beforehand. They had deployed a most strategic attack, and every move was very well-coordinated.

Against a formation like that, the the similar amount of Chinese cultivators and combat power would be steamrolled within minutes.

But Chen Xiaobei was cool and composed when he spoke, "Do you know why I have the nerve to challenge you?"

All those who were present were stunned.

Of all six American and Chinese forces, a total of 600 over men, none had any idea why Chen Xiaobei, who was obviously vulnerable against them, had the audacity to face them.

If he did not fear death, then there was surely an ulterior motive behind such bravery.

Of course, whatever it was, none of them believed that Chen Xiaobei had the slightest chance at winning this fight at all.

Even if Chen Xiaobei had come prepared, the most he could do was probably cause some negligible damage. At the end of the day, when all had been said and done, he would still be defeated!

"Brothers! Ignore this piece of shit! Just charge forward! Bust his cultivation! Destroy his limbs! Let's see what he can do then! Charge!!!"

One of the chivalric order let out a battle cry, and the whole cohort was immediately rallied with a raging battle spirit. They all swore that they would never stop before they could kill Chen Xiaobei.

"What a bunch of brave fools! Since you don't fear death, here, have a taste of my Divine Instrument!"

Chen Xiaobei tossed the scroll he was holding into the air.

Immediately, the whole place was bathed in a blood red radiance.

At first, his enemies were taken aback, but they quickly recovered from the initial shock, and began to make a mockery of him.

"Hey kid! Do you think we're so easily fooled? You want us to believe that you have a Divine Instrument? Please, not even an idiot would believe that!" Leo broke into mocking laughter.

"We all know that Spiritual Instruments are already a rarity here on earth; Divine Instruments are practically nonexistent! Why not try using your brains before you try to pass on a lie? What a bad joke!" Prince Tyler threw his head back, laughing away.

"If that is a Divine Instrument, I will eat shit and I will live stream it!" Deeker the Grand Sorcerer sneered.

It was not just them. Even the Chinese could not believe that the scroll was a Divine Instrument either.

Earth lacked a lot of resources. Spiritual Instruments were extremely rare items, and no one on earth had ever seen an actual Divine Instrument before!

Chen Xiaobei ignored the jeers and cynicism. "You guys know nothing about Divine Instruments! Oh, Blood Gods, Slaughter Deities!"

The scroll unfurled, and revealed a painting which was a couple of meters long before the rowdy crowd.

They fell silent.

Gasps echoed throughout the assembly.

Every person present trembled when they laid their eyes on the painting.

There was red sea of fire frolicking above the painting, from which skeletons of warhorses and evil spirits of soldiers in the thousands charged forward. it was as if they had just been released from the gates of the underworld to obliterate all living creatures, wreaking hell and woe wherever they trampled!

An intense feeling of despair and hopelessness invaded the hearts of the people, as if the apocalypse had arrived, and hell had descended upon them.

"Oh, Great Holy Light! Soul Garrison!" The paladin Leo shouted all of a sudden.

Holy Light exploded and covered the people around him, so that their hearts were fortified, and the state of their minds somewhat steadied, greatly reducing their fears of the painting.

"What a scary evil object! Everyone, turn away! Don't look at it and you'll be fine!"

Cold sweat washed Prince Tyler's forehead. Powerful as he was, he too, was unable to shake the terror that the painting had induced.

"Is... This really a Divine Instrument?"

None of the 300 Americans dared move an inch forward. They all stopped in their tracks, paralyzed with fear.

"No, it's not!" The Grand Sorcerer said. "This is an evil occult object that plants fear in the hearts of those who look at it! Just take your eyes off the painting, and keep charging forward! Kill Chen Xiaobei and this evil illusion will disappear!"

"You're right! Let's continue our attack! Wait... Huh? Why are my feet stuck? What the hell is this?" Leo was about to lead his men forward when he realized that he could not move.

He looked down and saw that a lick of red flame had wrapped around his legs. No matter how hard he fought against it, he could not seem to lift his feet off the ground.

"My feet are bound too!"

"Me too!"

"Mine too!"

"The Blood Descendants are above ground but why are our feet bound too? What is happening?"

Alarmed voices filled the air. All 600 people, the Chinese and the Americans, were shackled by a blood red fire, unable to move.

Except for Chen Xiaobei, of course.

Chen Xiaobei was standing under the Blood God's Deity Killing painting that was hovering in the air, shedding its red luminesce on the ground where the red fires burned as far as 300 meters all around.

This area was the slaughter zone of the Blood God's Illusions!

Those whose strength were lesser than the demigods would find themselves moored if they entered the area!

"So? How does it taste?" A smile played on Chen Xiaobei's lips as he surveyed his attackers.

"My god... It's that... That painting is restraining all of us! Spiritual Instruments are not this powerful! This is more like a Divine Instrument! Th... This must be a Divine Instrument!"

The crowd shuddered at this stunning realization.

Chen Xiaobei revealed a sinister smile, and said, "Oh... wait... It's not done yet!"