Fantasy: Empress Wife, Cute Kids Cause Havoc in Jiuzhou

Chapter 344: Chapter 342: Chu Chen: Their Masks Are So Ugly

“Are there any others?”

The cultivators flashed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

“That coffin is strange.”

Someone looked at the Divine Coffin floating in the air, their eyes shimmering with greed.

“Kill the eight coming out of the coffin, leave none behind.”

The leader glanced at the Divine Coffin and said in a deep voice.

“Kill!”

The cultivators shouted in unison and turned to attack the eight Battle Bodies of Chu Chen.

As for the eight Battle Bodies of Chu Xin, they were currently battling the Illusion Beasts, and it seemed to the cultivators that the fight would not end anytime soon.

“You villains, don’t even think about stealing our meat.”

Chu Chen’s baby voice echoed through the void, then he turned into streaks of afterimages and disappeared from the spot.

“Be careful!”

The leader was shocked and swiftly yelled out a warning, but it was already too late.

Snap!

A crisp slap sounded, and a cultivator flew forward, crashing into a large tree and then heavily falling to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Ah! My butt.”

The cultivator got up from the ground, clutching at his butt and letting out a piercing scream.

Having cultivated for so many years and experienced countless battles, he had never been publicly slapped on the butt like today.

The pain on his butt was nothing compared to the psychological humiliation.

“Damn brat, I’m going to kill you.”

The cultivator roared angrily, just about to soar and attack, when he heard another crisp slap sound and subconsciously covered his butt again. But he quickly realized that it wasn’t him who was hit this time.

Looking up, he only saw darkness before being knocked down again.

It was his companion who had been slapped flying, crashing right on top of him.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Before the two could get up, one figure after another beautifully arched through the air, landing precisely on those two cultivators.

Screams echoed throughout the universe and continued for a long while.

“How is this possible!”

The leader was utterly horrified. All the cultivators here were Peak Martial Saints, but they were utterly powerless before these eight bizarre children. Could these kids be Martial Emperors?

Such a young Martial Emperor was unheard of, and he also didn’t feel a trace of Rule Power from this kid.

But if not a Martial Emperor, how could they so easily defeat more than twenty Peak Martial Saints?

“It’s your turn now.”

Purple-haired Chu Chen turned his head to look at the leader and giggled.

The leader was terrified, just about to turn and run, when he felt darkness before his eyes, and a small figure blocked his path.

“Turn around!”

Purple-haired Chu Chen said in his milky voice.

The leader snorted coldly, and took a defensive stance.

Purple-haired Chu Chen lifted his chubby little hand and muttered softly, “Actually, it’s not so bad to hit the front either.”

Hit the front?

The leader instinctively looked down, his pupils dilated, and he subconsciously turned around.

This naughty kid hit so hard, if he got a slap on the front, that would definitely be the end.

“That’s more like it.”

Purple-haired Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction, then slapped the leader’s butt, sending him flying to the highest pile of people, causing another outcry of screams.

“All done!”

Chu Chen’s eight battle bodies all clapped their hands together, very satisfied with their own masterpiece.

“Let me ask, why are they unaffected by the power of the Illusion God?”

Within the Divine Coffin, Long Yufei suddenly spoke.

“Okay, Auntie Long.”

Chu Chen nodded.

Then his seven battle bodies went to help Chu Xin’s battle body slaughter the Illusion Beast herd, while the purple-haired Chu Chen landed on top of the crowd, sat down on his little buttocks, patted the leader beneath him, and asked, “Big baddie, tell me, why are you unaffected by the power of the Illusion God?”

The leader’s eyeballs whirled around, and he said, “That’s because our constitution is special.”

“Special constitution?”

The purple-haired Chu Chen touched his own chubby little chin. Could it be the same kind of constitution as me and my sister?

“Young friend, your strength is unfathomable. We are convinced. May I ask if you could let us go?”

Seeing this, the leader quickly spoke again.

“That won’t do.”

The purple-haired Chu Chen shook his head and muttered, “You are here to compete with us for meat, you big baddies, we can’t let you go.”

Competing for meat?

All the cultivators were stunned upon hearing this. Were these kids here to hunt and eat Illusion Beasts?

That was too cruel.

If they hadn’t had those three divine Blood Demon Masks made by deities, they wouldn’t have dared to set foot in the Illusion God Mountain Range, let alone confront those Illusion Beasts. These kids actually wanted to eat Illusion Beasts, which was simply unimaginable.

“Could those masks on their faces also block the power of the Illusion God?”

The leader thought to himself, then looked up at the dragon-shaped mask on the face of the purple-haired Chu Chen.

“That mask of yours is too ugly. You should take it off.”

The purple-haired Chu Chen looked at the bloody ghost face mask on the leader’s face, frowned slightly, then reached out and forcefully yanked the bloody ghost face mask off the leader’s face.

“No, don’t!”

The leader was greatly frightened and tried to stop him.

“How could you wear such an ugly mask out?”

The purple-haired Chu Chen didn’t care, and after he pulled it off, he threw the bloody ghost face mask on the ground.

“No!”

The leader let out a desperate roar, and then wisps of the power of the Illusion God drifted over and entered his body. His eyes became blurred, and he stopped moving.

“Embarrassed by what I said?”

Seeing that he wasn’t moving or speaking, the purple-haired Chu Chen thought he was overwhelmed by shame. He patted his shoulder, comforting him, “It’s okay. Next time find a prettier mask to wear. Don’t wear these ugly masks out again. It’s too embarrassing.”

Inside the Divine Coffin, watching this scene through a projected image, Long Yufei’s eyes suddenly flashed, and she said, “So it was the effect of the bloody masks. Ai Kaorou, strip off all their masks.”

“Okay, Auntie Long.”

Chu Chen nodded.

Meanwhile, outside the Divine Coffin, the purple-haired Chu Chen had already started taking action.

“No, don’t!”

The cultivators were terrified and struggled violently.

“Stop moving!”

The purple-haired Chu Chen took out a talisman and affixed it to the leader, and suddenly, streams of yellow energy spread to the whole group.

In an instant, it was as if an unmovable mountain was pressing down on their bodies, and no matter how they gathered the power of laws, it was to no avail.

Waving his chubby little hands, the purple-haired Chu Chen removed all the bloody masks from the cultivators’ faces.

“No, give me back my mask!”

The cultivators screamed in horror, but the purple-haired Chu Chen didn’t pay any heed.

When the masks were removed, the power of the Illusion God entered their bodies, and they became silent and fell into the Illusion Realm.

Chu Chen retracted his purple-haired battle body, took out those bloody masks, and handed them to Long Yufei, saying, “Auntie Long, they are all here. So they were able to walk in the Illusion God Mountain Range with these masks, huh? Aside from having an evil power, they look no different from ordinary masks. And really, they are so ugly.”

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