Boom! Boom-boom!
The explosions shook everything nearby. And to think, the coffin lid was made of some unknown wood, yet it was incredibly resistant to being smashed. Xu Chenfeng dodged two pieces, but there was no way to evade the last one. He could only block it with his ghost sword. The clang was so deafening that the impact nearly knocked the sword from his hands.
"Quick! You two, go stop that old bastard!" Xu Chenfeng had barely blocked the coffin lid when he flew into a rage. Seeing that the two Seven-Star-realm cultivators beside him still had not reacted, he immediately ordered them forward.
Terrified by the Ancestor's might, the two Seven-Star-realm ghost cultivators did not dare clash with him head-on. They could only probe him with spells from a distance, perhaps already considering how they would escape if they could not win.
In truth, there was a reason the Ancestor did not attack personally. Based on my current cultivation, I could roughly deduce his realm from the Household's concealed aura. He was only around the Eight Trigrams realm now. He was holding back because he was recovering his strength. After all, using his immense immortal power to break back into the Nine Yang realm would take time. That was why using the Three Divine Silver Corpse was so advantageous: it could replenish the power of his magical treasure while sparing him the need to fight personally. Why not do it?
Otherwise, with the Ancestor's explosive temper, he would probably have rolled up his sleeves and attacked the moment he saw Xu Chenfeng. There was no way he would slowly deal with him using silver corpses.
Once the coffin lid opened, three black shadows shot out like missiles. In an instant, they reached the two Seven-Star-realm cultivators. The two