The Ancestor Is Approaching

"Stop! Isn't this going too far, treating a young man like this?" Zhao Changhe roared, raising his hand to unleash a bolt of blue lightning in an attempt to save Xu Potian, only for another Huang Family supreme expert to block it.

"Heaven Brother!" Xiao Chen roared in fury. The Huang Family's attack was far too vicious. Once that palm landed, even if Xu Potian did not die, he would be severely injured.

"Chen-di, farewell in the next life. Don't be sad over my death! What a pity—after today, the Blade and Sword Brothers will be no more." Xu Potian gave a bitter smile!

Even now, no one had stepped in to save him. That meant he had been wrong—the Blade Emperor was nowhere nearby.

This time, he was doomed beyond doubt.

"A mere ant dares act arrogantly before a supreme expert? Learn some sense in your next life!" The Huang Family supreme expert sneered, lowering his palm at an extremely slow pace, yet Xu Potian had no way to evade it.

"How presumptuous! You dare lay a hand on my disciple?" At that moment, a streak of black blade radiance descended. An old man in black robes with a wooden saber on his back appeared, sending the Huang Family supreme expert reeling with a single palm strike.

Terrifying blade qi tore through the golden light, shaking the Huang Family supreme expert back several steps.

The old man with the wooden saber was tall and broad, silver hair cascading over his shoulders. His gaze was sharp as a blade, and a terrifying blade qi constantly emanated from his body, layer upon layer like black waves.

The moment he appeared, the sabers at many people's waists began to tremble and ring, seeming both excited and terrified.

It was as though subjects