Fantasy: My Wife is the Empress, and Our Cute Kids Wreak Havoc in the Nine Provinces – Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Chu Chen: Their Masks Are So Ugly

“There are other people?”

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the cultivators.

“That coffin is strange.”

Someone looked at the God Coffin floating in the air, greed flickering in their eyes.

“Kill the eight people who came out of the coffin first, leave no one alive.”

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

“Kill!”

The cultivators shouted in unison and turned to attack Chu Chen’s eight Battle Bodies.

As for Chu Xin’s eight Battle Bodies, they were currently fighting with those Illusion Beasts. In their opinion, the battle would not end anytime soon.

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

Chu Chen’s childish voice resounded through the void, and then he turned into a series of afterimages and disappeared from the spot.

“Be careful!”

The leader was startled and hurriedly shouted a warning, but it was too late.

Smack!

A crisp slap sounded, and a cultivator was sent flying forward, crashing into a large tree before falling heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Ah! My butt.”

The cultivator scrambled up from the ground, clutching his butt and screaming miserably.

After cultivating for so many years and experiencing countless battles, he had never been slapped on the butt in public like this.

The intense pain in his butt was far less than the psychological humiliation.

“Damn brat, I’m going to kill you.”

The cultivator roared angrily and was about to fly up to attack when he heard another crisp slap. He instinctively covered his butt again. But he quickly realized that he wasn’t the one who had been hit this time.

Looking up, his vision went black, and he was knocked to the ground again.

It turned out that his companion had been slapped flying and landed right on top of him.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Before the two could get up from the ground, one figure after another drew beautiful arcs in the air, landing precisely on the two cultivators.

Miserable screams echoed through the sky, lasting for a long time.

“How is this possible!”

The leader was horrified. All the cultivators on this trip were Peak Martial Saints, yet they were completely helpless against these eight strange brats. Could it be that these brats were Martial Emperors?

Such young Martial Emperors were simply unheard of, and he didn’t sense even a trace of Rule power from these brats.

But if they weren’t Martial Emperors, how could they so easily defeat more than twenty Peak Martial Saints?

“It’s your turn.”

Purple-Haired Chu Chen turned to look at the leader and grinned.

The leader was startled and was about to turn and flee when his vision went black, and a small figure blocked his way.

“Turn around!”

Purple-Haired Chu Chen said in a childish voice.

The leader snorted coldly and assumed a defensive stance.

Purple-Haired Chu Chen raised his chubby little hand and muttered softly, “Actually, hitting the front isn’t impossible either.”

Hitting the front?

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

This brat hit so hard, if he got slapped in the front, he would definitely be crippled.

“That’s more like it.”

Purple-Haired Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction, then slapped the leader’s butt, sending him flying and landing on top of the pile of people, eliciting another round of screams.

“Done!”

Chu Chen’s eight Battle Bodies clapped their hands together, very satisfied with their masterpiece.

“Ask them why they are not affected by the Illusion God Power.”

Inside the God Coffin, Long Yufei suddenly spoke.

“Okay, Auntie Long.”

◈◈◈

Chu Chen nodded.

Then, seven of his Battle Bodies went to help Chu Xin’s Battle Bodies kill the Illusion Beast group, while Purple-Haired Chu Chen landed on top of the pile of people, sat down on the leader’s butt, patted it, and asked, “Big Bad Villain, tell me, why are you not affected by the Illusion God Power?”

The leader’s eyes darted around, and he said, “That’s because we have special physiques.”

“Special physiques?”

Purple-Haired Chu Chen stroked his chubby little chin. Could it be the same physique as me and my sister?

“Little Friend’s strength is unfathomable, we admit defeat. Can Little Friend let us go?”

Seeing this, the leader hurriedly spoke again.

“No way.”

Purple-Haired Chu Chen shook his head and muttered, “You came to steal our meat, you are Big Bad Villains, I can’t let you go.”

Steal meat?

The cultivators were stunned when they heard this. These brats came here to hunt Illusion Beasts for food?

This is too brutal.

If they didn’t have the Blood Demon Masks refined by those three gods who descended from the upper realm, they wouldn’t even dare to set foot in the Illusion God Mountain Range, let alone deal with those Illusion Beasts. These brats actually want to eat Illusion Beasts, it’s simply unbelievable.

“Could it be that the masks on their faces can also isolate the Illusion God Power?”

The leader thought to himself, then looked up at the dragon-shaped mask on Purple-Haired Chu Chen’s face.

“Your mask is too ugly, you should take it off.”

Purple-Haired Chu Chen looked at the blood-colored ghost face mask on the leader’s face, his little brows furrowed, and then he reached out and forcefully pulled the blood-colored ghost face mask off the leader’s face.

“No, don’t!”

The leader was terrified and tried to stop him.

“How dare you wear such an ugly mask?”

Purple-Haired Chu Chen didn’t care, and after pulling it off, he threw the blood-colored ghost face mask on the ground.

“No!”

The leader let out a desperate roar, and then wisps of Illusion God Power drifted over and surged into his body. His eyes became dazed, and he stopped moving.

“Are you embarrassed because I said it was ugly?”

Seeing that the man had stopped moving and wasn’t speaking, Purple-Haired Chu Chen thought he was ashamed and patted his shoulder, comforting him, “It’s okay, find a better-looking mask next time, don’t wear these ugly masks anymore, it’s too embarrassing.”

Inside the God Coffin, Long Yufei, who saw this scene through the projected image, her eyes flashed, and she said, “So it’s the effect of that blood-colored mask, Ai Kaorou, take off all their masks.”

“Okay, Auntie Long.”

Chu Chen nodded.

And outside the God Coffin, Purple-Haired Chu Chen had already started to take action.

“No, don’t!”

The cultivators were terrified and struggled violently.

“Don’t move!”

Purple-Haired Chu Chen took out a talisman and stuck it on the leader. Immediately, wisps of yellow energy spread throughout the entire pile of people.

Suddenly, it felt like an unshakable mountain was pressing down on them, and no matter how they gathered their Rule power, it was useless.

Purple-Haired Chu Chen waved his chubby little hands and took off all the blood-colored masks from the cultivators’ faces.

“No, give me back the mask.”

The cultivators shouted in horror, but Purple-Haired Chu Chen ignored them.

When the masks were removed, the Illusion God Power surged into their bodies, and they stopped moving, all falling into illusions.

Chu Chen put away his Purple-Haired Battle Body, took out the blood-colored masks, and handed them to Long Yufei, saying, “Auntie Long, they’re all here. Did they rely on these masks to walk in the Illusion God Mountain Range? Apart from a sinister power on them, they don’t look much different from ordinary masks. And, they’re really ugly.”