Annihilation Sword

Thick fog blanketed the night sky.

The Wooden Man's punch created layers upon layers of space in the void.

Many patriarchs were shocked.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

On the Ancient Castle, the Wooden Man was so lifelike, its face even having a hint of rosy cheeks. Seen through the thick fog and the night, it looked just like a real person.

However, its movements were slow and its joints were somewhat stiff, clearly indicating that it was Puppet.

A punch thrown by a Puppet body actually surpasses that of the patriarch?

Unbelievable!

Why is this Wooden Man so powerful?

"Judging from his physique, he possesses the skills of Lu Ban from ancient times, but he lacks any spiritual energy fluctuations; he is merely an empty shell. How could he surpass his ancestor?"

"This punch was extremely powerful and yang, like the sun soaring in the sky, with an incredibly rich Pure Yang Energy, like a Daoist Adept who has attained enlightenment. This is not the power that a Puppet should unleash."

"We've traveled a long and arduous journey to get here; is there really no way to enter the Ancient Castle?"

"The attack unleashed by numerous patriarchs working together was easily neutralized by it; it's terrifying."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, their faces filled with worry. Some of the more timid had even begun to retreat, fearing the Wooden Man would later settle scores with them.

Even the patriarchs were no match for it, how could they possibly withstand it?

Even among the patriarchs, some couldn't help but step back, not to mention the Venerable One.

"If that punch had landed on me, I would have been half-crippled even if I hadn't died. What exactly is this Puppet made of? How can it unleash such terrifying power in an instant?" A patriarch wondered, staring intently at the top of the ancient Ancient Castle, his deep gaze piercing through the thick fog and landing on the Wooden Man, trying to see through it.

The Wooden Man remained, standing motionless atop the Ancient Castle after throwing a punch.

"It's very strange. This punch completely shattered the patriarch's fighting spirit, and it's not making a move. Is it because it can't leave the Ancient Castle?" The Jin Family Ancestor met up with Li Qingshan and stood behind Li Jiusheng and Jin Jiuling to discuss the matter.

Li Qingshan carefully observed the Wooden Man and said in a deep voice, "It's very likely. The Wooden Man was able to unleash that extremely powerful and yang punch, which is very strange. It was definitely not his own power. It should have gathered the energy of the entire Ancient Castle and absorbed the energy of the Pure Yang Energy River."

In fact, Li Qingshan was not the only one who discovered this; many patriarchs did as well.

So although this place has temporarily quieted down, undercurrents are surging.

"Senior Brother, Sect Master Li, what should we do now?" Jin Jiuling asked, frowning.

He was unwilling to leave just like that.

Although the Jin Family occupies the Northern Land, after a thousand years of development, the clan has long been divided into various factions with deep roots. In recent years, the main branch of the Jin Family has been declining. If no solution is found, the collateral branches are very likely to overtake the main branch when the next change of the head of the Jin Family takes place.

Therefore, they are determined to Path-Opening Outer Domain.

"Let's wait and see. We're not in a hurry, but someone else will," Li Jiusheng said. He was not only observing the Wooden Man above the Ancient Castle, but also the patriarchs around him who were making their moves.

Among these patriarchs, the impatient ones had already lost patience.

For example, that Insect Race Grandmaster.

He was in a hurry the whole time, I don't know why?

But ever since he launched the first attack, and now that the Wooden Man has displayed power Beyond the Ancestor Realm, the Insect Race Grandmaster has still unreservedly released his power, staring at the Ancient Castle, eager to make a move.

"Wooden Man, you can guard the Ancient Castle for a while, but you can't guard it forever. This Ancient Castle has been abandoned by that great power in the distance. Why won't you let it go?" Sure enough, after enduring for a moment, the Insect Race Grandmaster roared loudly, his voice deafening, echoing in the night sky like thunder.

Everyone's spirits lifted.

The Wooden Man's punch did not frighten the patriarchs who were besieging them; instead, it made them even more impatient.

The Insect Race Grandmaster was just the beginning; in the surrounding mountains and fields, shrouded in thick fog, several Strong Grandmaster were vaguely beginning to revive.

Boom!

The aura of the patriarch permeated the surroundings, incredibly terrifying, confronting the Ancient Castle.

They're gambling!

The Wooden Man cannot make consecutive moves, unlike those who surpass the ancestral masters and sweep across the field.

That is indeed the case.

After throwing a punch, the Wooden Man remained standing motionless atop the Ancient Castle, truly like a Puppet, devoid of any life force.

It wasn't until the Insect Race Grandmaster spoke, with a loud shout, that the Wooden Man slowly raised his head.

Click click click!

As he looked up, the Lu Ban craftsmanship connecting his neck made a sound.

The Wooden Man turned its head, looked around, and spoke, "There is indeed Pure Yang Energy River within the Ancient Castle, but to obtain it, one must display talent."

These words shocked everyone present.

Whether they were ordinary venerable ones or patriarchal masters, they all frowned.

Show your talent?

What's the meaning?

"You Wooden Man, you still want to... choose disciples?" The Insect Race Grandmaster spoke in a deep voice.

The Wooden Man said, "No, it's not about choosing disciples, but about choosing people—choosing those with whom we have a connection. That's all."

"A destined person? Hah, what a joke, a huge joke! The treasures of this world belong only to those with the strength to possess them." The Insect Race Grandmaster sneered, showing no respect whatsoever to the Wooden Man figure.

Click click...

The Wooden Man raised its hand, a cracking sound coming from its knuckles, and extended a finger, pointing precisely at the Insect Race Grandmaster, saying calmly, "You're too noisy, always questioning. You're not the destined one."

As soon as the words were spoken, a brilliant Heavenly Light emerged from the thick fog in the distance, pouring down from the Wooden Man's fingertips, shimmering and dazzling.

In an instant, the Pure Yang Energy became incredibly dense, transforming into a sword beam.

In a fleeting moment, the longsword hurtled forward, as if tearing through the boundless night.

Pure Yang light replaced the sun, illuminating this land.

This sword strike aimed directly at the Insect Race Grandmaster.

Boom!

"You want me to shut up? Don't even think about it!" The Insect Race Grandmaster was shocked, and then instantly used all his power. His main body unleashed a fierce punch, which was filled with an extremely dense ancestral light and rushed forward, terrifying beyond measure.

In an instant, the ancestral master 'Dao Rhyme clearly emerged, condensing into towering waves that crashed against the sky like a raging torrent, bombarding the sword light.

However, all of this was in vain.

Where night and Heavenly Light intertwined, an extremely rich Pure Yang Energy overflowed, like Extraterrestrial Falling Flame, burning within the dark clouds. It exploded with a thunderous roar, extinguishing the punch from the Insect Race Grandmaster, before a sword descended.

At this moment, the whole world understands.

The night was as bright as day.

Under the sword light, the Insect Race Grandmaster's body cracked inch by inch.

His primordial spirit was completely evaporated, with no possibility of revival whatsoever.

This attack was astonishing.

Many people would suffocate under this sword strike, and even Li Qingshan, who was at the Ancestor Realm and specialized in Sword Dao, felt his eyelids twitch.

Li Jiusheng kept his eyes fixed on the battlefield, his gaze fixed on the sword strike without blinking.

He discovered that this sword technique shared the same origin as the Four Swords he had mastered in the Southern Ridge Deadly Land.

This sword strike Beyond the Ancestor Realm.

This Sword essence an extremely rich Dao and Dharma, mixed with pure Pure Yang Energy.

The Insect Race Grandmaster was annihilated.

A line of text appeared before Li Jiusheng's eyes.

[Observe carefully, activate your Heaven-Defying Comprehension, and comprehend the Annihilation Sword.]