Ambushed Mid-Journey

Three days later.

"Brother Zhentian, I wonder how the preparations for the clan's migration are coming along?"

"Temple Master, most of the people have packed up, and whatever needed to be sold has been sold. We are only leaving the ancestral hall behind, where some elders who do not wish to leave will remain."

Xie An nodded and said, "Let you and I lead the vanguard for this migration."

"The remaining clansmen will be escorted by my subordinates along a different route."

"Temple Master, why is that?"

Yuanen Zhentian asked with some confusion.

"Although this breakthrough was not widely publicized, it still attracted the attention of certain people."

"For our return journey this time, you and I shall scout the path."

"It can be considered a way to avoid some unnecessary casualties."

"I wonder who is planning to attack us?"

"The Holy Spirit Cult, the Evil Soul Masters."

"..."

Xie An and Yuanen Zhentian flew toward the War God Temple headquarters at a leisurely pace.

If someone were to look down from high above at this moment, they would notice that the two of them seemed to be circling around a certain location.

Why haven't they arrived yet?

Could it be that the Underworld Emperor did not relay the intelligence to the Ghost Emperor?

That shouldn't be the case, given the Underworld Emperor Harosa's desire to become a god, coupled with the Ghost Emperor's terrifying execution.

Just as Xie An was letting his thoughts wander, considering whether he should just fly straight back to the War God Temple, a surge of aura suddenly drifted over from the distance.

Even though the owner of that aura believed they had hidden themselves well, under Xie An's advanced spiritual power, they had nowhere to hide.

"They're here," Xie An transmitted to Yuanen Zhentian.

Upon receiving the message, Yuanen Zhentian felt a jolt in his heart and began adjusting his aura, preparing to enter combat mode.

In the distance, a "hehehe" sound mixed with endless resentment suddenly echoed.

"Hehehe, War God Temple Master, you are quite bold."

Seven figures appeared right before Xie An.

Two led the group, with five others acting as subordinates.

Two Limit Douluo, five Title Douluo.

The person in the lead was draped in a tattered black-green robe, a pair of sickly green eyes flickering incessantly.

The other was entirely blood-red, as if he had just been soaked in a pool of blood.

He wore a matching blood-red robe on his back.

"Ghost Emperor, I didn't expect you to still be alive."

"As for you, Blood Demon, your body has aged to this point, yet you still come to perform such assassination missions?"

"However, I feel a bit underestimated here. Why is it just the two of you?"

Xie An directly ignored the five people behind the two.

"Why didn't the Underworld Emperor come?"

Xie An said with a hint of provocation.

The Ghost Emperor looked at the man beside Xie An with some surprise.

"I do not know who you are, sir, but you look quite unfamiliar."

"I advise you not to meddle in the affairs of our Holy Spirit Cult."

The Ghost Emperor was also somewhat speechless; he had spent over a day in advance scouting the locations of other Limit Douluo.

He had confirmed that no one else was following Xie An before ambushing him with the Blood Demon, which was the reason for his delayed arrival.

Originally, the Ghost Emperor's plan was quite sound: the Ghost Emperor would be responsible for facing Xie An head-on, while the Blood Demon would cast curses from a distance to provide crowd control.

The five people behind them were responsible for harassment on the sidelines.

But alas, man proposes, heaven disposes; he had not expected an extra Limit Douluo to appear out of thin air.

"I am Yuanen Zhentian."

Yuanen Zhentian stepped forward, the terrifying might belonging to a Limit Douluo radiating from his body.

Behind him, the phantom of the Titan Giant Ape emerged.

"I am about to join the War God Temple."

The Ghost Emperor had originally wanted to say more, but upon hearing that last sentence, he knew that this battle was unavoidable.

"Blood Demon, you deal with this Limit Douluo, I will handle Xie An."

Ghost Emperor shrieked, his black robes suddenly shattering and transforming into a massive ghost skull.

Beside the ghost skull, nine soul rings rose abruptly: black, black, black, red, red, red, red, and orange.

They radiated a terrifying aura.

The ghost skull's eyes emitted a soul-snatching green light as it charged straight toward Xie An.

"Xie An, don't think that just because you've broken through to the quasi-god level you can do whatever you want. Today, I will show you that there are gaps even among quasi-gods."

"I have been immersed in the quasi-god realm for many years; today, I will teach you what it means to respect your elders."

A sky-covering black curtain surged forth along with the giant skull, and from the skull's head, sounds that induced panic and fear rang out incessantly.

It was like the wailing of vengeful spirits, filling the air with endless dread.

The giant skull flickered violently, and immediately after, six strands as thin as hair, yet radiating an incredibly toxic aura, began to circle Xie An like maggots on rotting bones.

On the other side, Yuanen Zhentian also unleashed his martial soul avatar, a massive Titan Giant Ape manifestation appearing and merging with his body.

With a fierce Titan God Fist, he struck directly at the Dark Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon was in a difficult position; his body had become extremely weak due to the constant consumption of souls and various strange curses.

Facing such a top-tier beast martial soul, whose physical strength was nearly at the human limit, he was effectively countered in every way.

He occasionally unleashed a few Blood Demon Curse Kills, but they could not break through the man's protective aura.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the person before him seemed to have just walked out of a primitive land, as he hadn't even used his battle armor.

Relying on his own high-quality Three-Word Battle Armor and the protection of five Title Douluo, the Blood Demon could barely hold his ground.

On the other side, Xie An looked at the terrifying aura surrounding him, feeling somewhat listless.

"Tell me, old ghost, is this all you've got?"

"If you have any more powerful moves, hurry up and use them, otherwise you won't be able to later."

"Hmph, trapped by my formation and facing death, yet you still dare to spout such nonsense."

"Xie An, oh Xie An, should I praise you for your courage, or are you truly not afraid of death?"

Ghost Emperor said, finding Xie An's words somewhat amusing.

However, Xie An's eyes remained devoid of any panic, showing only calm.

Ghost Emperor suddenly felt a sense of unease.

Could this Xie An truly defy the heavens?

No, that was impossible; in the end, he was just a quasi-god.

Ghost Emperor kept reassuring himself in his heart.

"Enough, I suppose you can't bring out any stronger ultimate moves, so this farce should end."

A power that did not belong to a quasi-god suddenly erupted from Xie An, instantly shattering the six strands of aura.

"No, this is impossible! We are clearly so far from the Golden Ancient Tree, how did you do this?"

Ghost Emperor had once felt the aura of Yun Ming bolstered by the Golden Ancient Tree from afar, and he knew that was not something he could compare to.

But now, in his perception, Xie An's strength was actually rivaling that of Yun Ming under the protection of the Golden Ancient Tree.

"There is no such thing as 'impossible'."

With a sweep of his spear tip, the five Evil Soul Masters in front of the Blood Demon vanished into thin air.

Feeling this aura closing in on him, Ghost Emperor began to tear through space desperately to flee.

On the other side, the Dark Blood Demon watched the Evil Soul Masters before him disappear completely, and without the slightest hesitation, he also turned to run.

Xie An looked at the two, finally pointing his long spear at the Dark Blood Demon.

After all, one should always pick the softest persimmon; it was better to kill one while he could.

Just as the World-Breaking Spear was about to strike the Dark Blood Demon, a bone sword suddenly appeared from the ground below, attempting to block it.

But Xie An's strength was no longer what it once was; he repelled the bone sword, and the spear tip pierced directly into the Blood Demon's body.

The Blood Demon let out a miserable shriek, his body plummeting straight down.

However, Xie An didn't feel much joy; with his powerful spiritual power, he sensed the Blood Demon had used some kind of "golden cicada shedding its shell" technique.

Still, he had certainly inflicted a heavy injury upon him.

A man with a deathly pale face emerged straight out of the soil and flew to stand opposite Xie An.