"..."
"Xiao Zhan, you mangy cur! What are you standing there posing for?"
"Even if you knelt before me right now, I still wouldn't spare you!"
"Die!"
He waited and waited, but the other side never attacked.
Jialie Bi immediately burst into laughter. The other Jialie Clan members standing behind him also roared with laughter.
"Come on, Ancestor, are you messing with me?"
"At a life-or-death moment like this, you absolutely can't be joking!"
Xiao Zhan stared at the long sword in his hand, his heart turning cold. He glanced around at the uneventful surroundings, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes.
I must have drawn the sword the wrong way.
That's it, it must be!
After reassuring himself, he immediately slid the Taixiao Sword back into its scabbard, then changed his stance and drew it again.
I draw, I draw again, I draw once more!
But he tried several times in a row.
Still, nothing happened.
A dreadful premonition rose in Xiao Zhan's heart.
Could it be that the Ancestor... wanted the Xiao Clan to be destroyed?
"Enough!" Just as despair welled in Xiao Zhan's heart, Jialie Bi's voice suddenly rang out. "Xiao Zhan, you mangy cur, I don't have time to keep playing house with you here."
"Today is the day your Xiao Clan dies!"
"Attack!"
At his command, his icy voice echoed in every direction. In an instant, dozens of Jialie Clan experts leaped forward, roaring as they charged toward Xiao Zhan and the others.
"It's over. It's over."
"Is the Xiao Clan really going to perish at my hands?"
"Ancestor, you've doomed me!"
Xiao Zhan felt bile rise in his throat and cried out in despair within his heart.
As more than a hundred Jialie Clan experts rushed at them, a great battle seemed about to erupt. Xiao Zhan closed his eyes. He could already see the Xiao Clan members lying dead and wounded.
A tear of despair slid down his cheek.
At that critical moment,
a sudden change occurred!
Vmmm—
A piercing sword cry suddenly rang out above the Jialie Clan.
The sword's edge shrieked, splitting the air.
Everyone present, whether from the Xiao Clan or the Jialie Clan, turned their eyes toward the long sword in Xiao Zhan's hand.
The sword, which had been snow-white, suddenly blazed with dazzling light.
The Taixiao Sword gave a tremulous cry and tore itself from Xiao Zhan's grasp. Though no one wielded it, it rose high into the air, its blade brilliant as dazzling sword-light poured forth.
In an instant, heaven and earth darkened.
A fierce sword-light streaked across the sky. Above the azure sea of clouds, a colossal sword mark stretching thousands of meters suddenly appeared, cleaving the firmament and splitting the sea of clouds.
Everyone throughout Wutan City witnessed this shocking sight.
"This, this, this..."
Feeling the terrifying sword intent pressing down from above, Jialie Bi's expression changed. Eyes wide with shock, he cried, "How can this be?!"
Before this sword intent, he, a Seven-Star Great Dou Master, was like a newborn infant, utterly incapable of resisting.
What was more, a bone-deep chill filled his heart. Every pore on his body trembled, as though warning him that death was drawing near.
"Hahaha!" Xiao Zhan burst into hearty laughter. Looking up at the sword above him, he shouted excitedly at Jialie Bi, "Old Jialie, your family's good days are over!"
"Today is the day your Jialie Clan is wiped out!"
"Just wait there and die!"
Xiao Zhan was overjoyed. His earlier fear and trembling had vanished without a trace.
In their place came a deep, all-consuming sense of relief.
With the Ancestor's intervention, the Jialie Clan would surely be reduced to ashes!
It seemed to prove his words true.
The Taixiao Sword, still hovering in the sky, suddenly trembled. Its tip angled toward the Jialie Clan below. In an instant, a torrent of peerless sword qi burst forth, carrying a fierce sword intent as it poured down upon the Jialie Clan.
The Holy Spirit Sword Technique First Form: Sword One!
The sword qi exploded in midair, then divided into tens of thousands of strands. They gathered together, forming a vast river of sword qi.
Every strand of sword qi seemed to be a sharp sword. Like a rising tide, they surged toward the Jialie Clan.
Everything in their path, buildings and people alike, was swallowed up. In moments, the entire Jialie Clan compound seemed to be submerged in an ocean of sword qi.
"No! No! No!"
Amid the ocean of sword qi, Jialie Bi let out a desperate cry.
He looked around and saw countless Jialie Clan members swallowed mercilessly by the ocean of sword qi. They had not even the slightest power to fight back before falling beneath the sword's edge.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Sword blades shrieked in his ears; the wind howled like a wail.
The Jialie Clan members who had still been alive were now corpses.
Whether ordinary members or cultivators such as Dou Zhes and Dou Shis, they were all lambs to the slaughter beneath the ocean of sword qi, reaped mercilessly by its blades.
Even a Great Dou Master like him
could not escape.
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
"Family Head, save me! Family Head, save me!"
Jialie Nu, swallowed by the ocean of sword qi, roared in desperation. As a Great Dou Master, he could cover his body with Dou Qi and form a Dou Qi Armor.
But in this vast ocean of sword qi, his Dou Qi Armor was like paper, easily shredded by the fierce blades. One sharp strand after another pierced his body.
Blood poured from his wounds and soon pooled on the ground.
"Gah—"
A strand of sword qi suddenly pierced his skull, extinguishing his consciousness. When Jialie Bi looked over, he saw only Jialie Nu's body silently crumpling to the ground.
"Jialie Nu!"
Jialie Bi cried out in despair.
Only a dozen or so breaths had passed since the Taixiao Sword began its attack. Of the nearly hundred Jialie Clan experts, only he and the Great Elder were still struggling to hold on.
Everyone else had already become corpses in this vast sea of sword qi. The entire Jialie Clan had been reduced to ruins.
Another dozen or so breaths passed.
The Great Elder on the other side could hold on no longer.
A streak of sword-light severed his head. Beneath the countless strands of sword qi, his body turned to a mist of blood and drifted through the air.
"Great Elder!" Blood vessels spread across Jialie Bi's eyes.
Despairing, he shut his eyes, unable to face the Jialie Clan's ruin.
It was over. All over!
The family he had struggled to pass down for a thousand years was about to perish today!
No!
He couldn't accept it!
Why had this fate befallen the Jialie Clan?
What had he, Jialie Bi, done wrong?
He had only wanted to revitalize his family. What was wrong with that?
Why had things come to this?
Two trails of bloody tears slid from his eyes. His body hunched lower and lower, trembling beneath the ocean of sword qi. He desperately circulated every last bit of Dou Qi within him, trying to resist the sword qi's erosion.
But with the paltry cultivation of a Great Dou Master, how could he withstand the sword qi left behind by Xiao Ze, a Dou Huang expert?
He lasted only a dozen or so breaths longer than the others.
Then hundreds of strands of sword qi tore him to pieces.
And so—the Jialie Clan was utterly wiped out!
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