Zhang Zu'an, Falls!

Zhang Zujun smiled bitterly as he looked at the Third Stage- tier defensive magic Law Artifact in Jie Yang's hand.

After burning his Foundation Establishment True Essence and consuming the Blood Burning Pill.

He was doomed. He had originally planned to use this Third-grade Mid-tier Spirit Talisman to kill Jie Yang and the other two.

Then they return to their Lineage, like fallen leaves returning to their roots.

But now it seems there's no chance of going back.

"Hahaha.

I have lived for 207 years.

Now!

It is an honor to be able to protect the younger generation of the clan and ensure their safe return to the Lineage!

As he spoke, Zhang Zujun channeled his spiritual power into the Spirit Talisman.

In an instant, flames shot out from around the Spirit Talisman, and Zhang Zu'an's spiritual power was directly depleted by 40%.

His eyes sharpened as he flung the Spirit Talisman at Jie Yang and the other two.

"Madman!"

The three were filled with shock and anger, watching the Flame Spear hurtling towards them, and dared not harbor any illusions.

Third Stage low-grade Defensive Spirit Tool instantly erected an energy shield.

He affixed Second-tier Top-grade defensive Spirit Talisman to his body.

A protective light enveloped the three of them.

Boom!

The explosion resounded through the sky, and terrifying flames shot into the air, instantly engulfing the area in flames!

Zhang Zu'an did not hesitate at all.

His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhang Xuntong and the others.

The longsword in his hand transformed into hundreds of blades, and in the blink of an eye, more than thirty Ninglu Sect cultivators became headless corpses.

After doing all this, Zhang Zu'an removed the restrictions from the Storage Ring in his hand.

Give it to Zhang Xuntong.

He whispered, "Xuantong, the Yaoyang Sword Leaf Grass is in this Storage Ring."

You are the strongest; you must bring this Storage Ring back to the Lineage.

This concerns the grand plan for the rise of our race!

Sword Body Genius is a rare find even among Nascent Soul or Spirit Transformation forces.

There is absolutely no problem with what Zhang Zu'an said.

Then Zhang Zu'an's gaze fell on Zhang Xuanhu, Zhang Hongyuan, and other clansmen.

It can be said without question:

"The future of our Lineage depends on you!"

Upon hearing Zhang Zu'an's words, everyone immediately realized what was going on!

His eyes instantly turned red.

Zhang Xuntong grabbed Zhang Zujun's arm.

A slight tremor in his voice. "Fourth Elder!"

Let's go together while they're still resisting the Spirit Talisman!

You cannot die.

Our clan possesses heavenly materials and earthly treasures that can surely save you!

Let's go together!

However, Zhang Zu'an shook his head.

He pushed Zhang Xuntong away.

He said sternly, "Xuantong, you've become attached to appearances."

In this struggle for fortuitous opportunity, it's a fight to the death.

This is the destiny of us cultivators!

Besides, someone will always have to stop the three of them!

Get them out of here right now!

If I cannot safely bring the Storage Ring back to the Lineage, I will die with regrets!

Get out of here!

As he spoke, a burst of spiritual energy erupted from his body, blasting fourteen people, including Zhang Xuntong, away.

He then gripped his longsword tightly, turned, and walked into the raging flames.

His hair was slowly turning white, but his imposing presence showed no signs of diminishing.

A wild laugh echoed through the flames:

"Hahaha!

This is the ending I wanted!

To die a miserable death in one's own clan is far worse than to die a valiant battle!

The moment the sound rang out, a fierce battle erupted amidst the flames.

The sound of metal clashing was incessant.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuntong wiped away his tears.

His gaze was incredibly determined.

A hoarse voice rang out:

"Walk!

Hui people!

The Storage Ring must be brought back to the clan.

Even if it costs me my life!

Of all these people, he is the strongest, and it is his duty to shoulder this heavy responsibility!

The others exchanged glances and replied in unison:

"Yes!"

Immediately, the group of fourteen concealed their auras and headed straight for Xuanxiao Mountain!

Amidst the flames, they sensed the departure of Zhang Xuntong and the others.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

I sensed the last vestiges of life within my body slipping away like quicksand.

A resolute glint appeared in his eyes.

Jie Yang looked at Zhang Zu'an, who was covered in blood, with complete bewilderment:

Zhang Zu'an!

Once the person leaves, the tea grows cold!

After you die, no one will remember you!

Is it really worth it?!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zujun replied with a smile:

"Value!

Of course it's worth it!

There are some things you won't understand and never will!

Let's... hit the road together!

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zu'an unleashed his last bit of power, unleashing a myriad of sword shadows that trapped Jie Yang and the other two with himself.

Then, his body began to expand continuously!

Cracked skin!

"Self-destruct! This madman wants to self-destruct!"

No! I don't want to die!

Zhang Zu'an! I was wrong!

I'm leaving!

I swear I will never cause trouble for the Zhang Family again!

Hong Xiu and Ze Ning, standing to the side, also looked terrified!

They regretted it.

They were clearly just there to make up the numbers; they had no intention of actually contributing.

That's why I took action.

It was because Zhang Zujun's group was small and had just broken through the encirclement.

They certainly don't have much combat power.

What seemed like a windfall turned out to be a deadly trap!

This Zhang Zu'an is absolutely insane!

It'll explode at the slightest touch!

Zhang Zu'an seemed not to hear, and continued to gather energy into his dantian.

His gaze finally fell upon Xuanxiao Mountain, and he murmured:

"May I be reborn as a member of the Zhang Family in my next life!"

Zhang Clan... Yongchang!

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out. Terrifying shockwaves spread outwards in layers.

The area within a ten-mile radius was razed to the ground.

A crater tens of meters deep appeared in the ground!

As expected, Jie Yang and his two companions were also blasted into dust by the terrifying explosion.

A gentle breeze is blowing.

Carrying the Spiritual Qi dispersed by Zhang Zu'an, it transformed into countless tiny sparks of light that drifted towards Xuanxiao Mountain, where the Zhang Family was located.

I sensed the aura of an explosion in the distance.

Zhang Zujun felt an overwhelming sense of grief and indignation!

"Zu'an!"

Damn it!

One day, my Zhang Family will Ninglu Sect to the ground!

"Hmph! How arrogant!"

Destroy my Ninglu Sect! The Zhang Family doesn't have that kind of power!

Today, you too will perish here!

"Die!" Before the words had even finished, a colossal wave surged up behind True Person Water Condensation and crashed down on Zhang Zujun!

Zhang Zujun transformed into a Fire Flood Dragon, unleashing terrifying flames.

The giant waves were dispersed.

Zhang Zujun was not blinded by anger.

Everything must be done with the overall situation in mind.

What he needs to do now is to hold off these three Golden Core cultivators in front of him.

Once the tribespeople return the Yaoyang Sword Leaf Grass to their tribe, they can withdraw.

As for revenge...

Once all the Golden Core cultivators in the clan have returned, they will surely wipe out the Ninglu Sect in blood!