"No!"
Lin Daoxuan and the others were immobilized where they stood, their eyes bulging with rage and despair surging in their gazes. Hoarse "huh-huh" roars tore from their throats, yet they could not utter a complete sound.
They knew all too well that once the Destiny Heavenly Pool was drained dry, the Heavenly Sword Sect would be completely finished.
Just then.
An aged figure suddenly burst out from the secluded cultivation grounds behind the mountain, shooting forth like an arrow loosed from a bow and blocking the path of the flying Destiny Gourd.
The man had graying hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a hunched body. He wore a gray Daoist robe washed pale from use. He was none other than the Heavenly Sword Sect's sole remaining Divine King Realm cultivator!
Lin Daoxuan's ancestor—Lin Jinghong!
He had almost exhausted his lifespan, his meridians withered, and had long since reached the brink of sitting down to die.
At this moment, to protect the sect's destiny, he forcibly burned his final life essence and erupted with the power of a Divine King at his peak!
"Brat, how dare you!" Lin Jinghong roared. His voice was hoarse yet resolute. He formed hand seals with both hands, and Divine King power surged madly around him, transforming into a massive golden sword image. Carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth, it hacked viciously toward the Destiny Gourd.
This sword contained all the cultivation he had accumulated throughout his life and his final spark of life. It was the strongest strike he could unleash!
However, the Destiny Gourd was a treasure of the Heavenly Court, containing might far beyond the Divine Emperor Realm.
Faced with this desperate blow, the cloud and dragon patterns on the gourd's surface suddenly blazed brightly, releasing a terrifying