“Insolence! Insolence! I’ll make you beg for life and death alike!”
The Spirit Demon Ancestor roared, charging forward. The space-time around him and Ye Xuan warped into a massive abyss, the sheer power overwhelming!
Seeing the elder charge, Ye Xuan’s face twisted with ferocity. He stomped his right foot, transforming into a sword light and vanishing.
*Whoosh!*
His sword tore through the dark abyss!
The Spirit Demon Ancestor’s fist collided with the Qingxuan Sword.
*Boom!*
Blood-red sword light shattered, and Ye Xuan was blasted beyond the horizon. The space-time behind him disintegrated, the destructive force annihilating everything.
As the Ancestor prepared to strike again, he was shocked to find his right hand cracked, blood seeping out.
His heart jolted. He stared at Ye Xuan’s Qingxuan Sword, his face grim. “Divine artifact!”
Far off, Ye Xuan held his sword before his brow, his terrifying aura surging like a tidal wave!
*Mad Demon Bloodline!*
Though not fully consumed by madness, the bloodline’s power fueled him endlessly, his killing intent and wrath growing stronger!
The Ancestor glanced at Alan’s corpse—head severed, soul erased by Ye Xuan, no chance of revival.
His face contorted. “I’ll devour you alive!”
He leaped, appearing above Ye Xuan, then flipped and slammed down a palm. The strike warped tens of thousands of li of space-time into a massive black vortex, its power capable of shattering the heavens!
Ye Xuan looked up, a glint of ferocity in his eyes. He released his grip, and the Qingxuan Sword shot skyward as a streak of light.
*Buzz!*
A sword’s hum echoed through the Spirit Demon Realm!
The Qingxuan Sword sliced into the vortex, pausing for a moment—
*Boom!*
Sword light erupted, the vortex shattering. The heavens trembled, cracking like a spiderweb!
The Ancestor’s expression turned savage. He rushed Ye Xuan, his fist aiming to crush his head!
Ye Xuan didn’t yield. Without dodging, he slashed with three swords as one!
*Boom!*
Sword light surged, forcing the Ancestor back a thousand zhang. As he stopped, another sword light struck!
The Ancestor roared, pressing his hands forward. Black light poured out, plunging the heavens into darkness, as if night had fallen!
*Boom!*
The sword light was extinguished by the overwhelming force!
Ye Xuan retreated a thousand zhang!
The Ancestor stared at Ye Xuan, a hint of gravity in his eyes.
*Sword cultivator!*
When had such a supreme sword cultivator emerged in the Great Desolate?
Why had he never heard of him?
Ye Xuan closed his eyes, his Qingxuan Sword trembling. The Ancestor’s pupils shrank. “Slash the Past!”
His body turned ethereal!
Ye Xuan struck!
*Slash the Present!*
Both acted simultaneously!
The Ancestor’s pupils shrank. He spread his right palm, pressing forward, unleashing a terrifying force.
*Limitless Power!*
But this was transformed Limitless Power!
*Boom!*
Ye Xuan’s sword was distorted by the force, but the Qingxuan Sword shattered it, surging toward the Ancestor!
His pupils shrank. He crossed his arms to block.
*Boom!*
He was sent flying thousands of zhang!
As Ye Xuan prepared to strike again, a shadow charged from his right!
Ye Xuan spun, slashing down!
*Whoosh!*
Sword light tore the heavens!
*Boom!*
The shadow was forced back repeatedly!
It was a black-robed Spirit Demon, a middle-aged man, staring at Ye Xuan with grave eyes. “Who are you?!”
He was bewildered.
Where did this sword cultivator come from?
Was the Great Desolate retaliating?
But he knew of no such powerful sword cultivator in the Great Desolate!
“Doesn’t matter who he is!” the Ancestor snarled. “He’s slaughtered our people and killed my daughter. I’ll make him suffer!”
He rose, hands clasped, eyes closing. “Demon Descent!”
*Boom!*
His body trembled, and a massive head appeared behind him, followed by a towering body.
*Demon Descent!*
A supreme divine technique!
A terrifying pressure descended, the heavens trembling!
Countless Spirit Demons retreated, unable to withstand the aura, which could crush the world!
Ye Xuan stood calmly, sword in hand.
The Ancestor pointed furiously. “Ant, die!”
The giant phantom raised its palm, slamming down. The heavens boiled and burned, unable to bear the force!
Before it, Ye Xuan was like a skiff in a storm, insignificant as an ant.
Ye Xuan remained calm. As the palm descended, he flicked his thumb.
*Whoosh!*
The Qingxuan Sword shot out, a blood-red streak slashing into the palm.
*Boom!*
The giant palm tore like tofu, and the phantom shattered!
*Boom!*
The Ancestor was sent flying tens of thousands of zhang!
He stopped, dumbfounded, staring at Ye Xuan. “This… how is this possible…”
His Demon Descent technique, broken so easily?
The middle-aged man said gravely, “It’s that sword!”
The Ancestor stared at the Qingxuan Sword, his face dark, realizing the core issue.
The middle-aged man turned to the man who, with Alan, had brought An Lanxiu to the realm—Mosen.
“What happened?” he demanded.
Mosen hesitated, then recounted the events.
The middle-aged man’s face darkened. “Where’s the woman now?”
Mosen said gravely, “Sacrificed to the Ten Halls Demon King!”
The man’s face grew uglier. He looked at the city, then at Ye Xuan, who stood motionless. Unease rose. “Something’s wrong! Summon all powerhouses here!”
Mosen’s heart sank. He crushed a talisman, and countless Spirit Demon powerhouses rushed toward them.
The man stared at Ye Xuan. “Activate the array! No one approaches Lin City!”
*Lin City!*
The Spirit Demon Clan’s forbidden ground, housing their top powerhouses from the Great Desolate war, now recovering from severe injuries.
It couldn’t be disturbed!
In moments, thousands of Spirit Demon powerhouses gathered above Lin City, with dozens of mysterious arrays around it.
An impregnable fortress!
The middle-aged man’s unease grew. “What’s he waiting for?”
The Ancestor snarled, “City Lord Ye Feng, what are you waiting for? Order his death!”
Ye Feng snapped, “Can we kill him?”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but their strength couldn’t match Ye Xuan’s terrifying power!
The Ancestor’s face was cold. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Ye Feng glanced at him, then turned to Ye Xuan. “Sir, you…”
Ye Xuan, motionless until now, turned toward Lin City. Little Tower’s voice rang in his mind, trembling, “Little Master, I’ve found Little An! She’s in grave danger. Hurry!”
*Little An!*
Ye Xuan’s body trembled. He turned into a sword light, charging toward Lin City!
Ye Feng’s face changed. “Stop him!”
Countless Spirit Demons rushed Ye Xuan!
Ye Xuan turned, sweeping his sword.
*Whoosh…*
Dozens of heads soared!
Lin City’s arrays activated, sending dozens of light pillars toward Ye Xuan!
Ye Xuan’s eyes flashed with ferocity. He leaped, slashing down.
*Whoosh!*
The pillars shattered!
Ye Feng blocked Ye Xuan, his face savage. He clenched his fist and charged, aiming for Ye Xuan’s face!
Little Tower’s voice rang again, trembling with fear, “Little Master, hurry… damn it, hurry!”
…
