The Jalie Clan--Annihilated! (Seeking Follow-ups, Monthly Votes, Recommendation Votes)

"..."

"Xiao Zhan, you dog! What kind of pose are you striking there?"

"Even if you knelt before me right now, this old man would not let you off!"

"Prepare to die!"

He waited and waited, but the opponent's attack never came.

Jialie Bi immediately let out a mocking laugh, and likewise, the other members of the Jialie Clan standing behind him began to roar with laughter.

It can't be, Ancestor. Are you playing with me?

At a life-or-death moment like this, you absolutely cannot be joking!

Xiao Zhan looked at the longsword in his hand, his heart turning cold. Gazing at the surroundings where nothing had happened, a flicker of panic flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It must be that I drew the sword the wrong way.

Yes, that must be it!

After comforting himself, he immediately sheathed the Taixiao Sword and then changed his stance to draw it again.

I draw, I draw again, I draw once more!

Yet, after trying several times in a row.

Still, nothing happened.

A sense of foreboding rose in the depths of Xiao Zhan's heart.

Could it be that the Ancestor... wants the Xiao Clan to be destroyed?

"Enough!" Just as despair welled up in Xiao Zhan's heart, Jialie Bi's voice suddenly rang out: "Xiao Zhan, you dog, this old man does not have so much time to play house with you here."

"Today is the day your Xiao Clan meets its end!"

"Attack!"

At his command, his cold voice instantly echoed in all directions. In an instant, dozens of powerful figures from the Jialie Clan leaped forward, roaring as they lunged toward the members of the Xiao Clan.

It's over, it's all over.

Is the Xiao Clan going to perish in my hands?

Ancestor, you have ruined me!!

Xiao Zhan felt a sweetness in his throat and screamed in despair within his heart.

With over a hundred experts from the Jialie Clan charging forward and a great battle about to erupt, Xiao Zhan closed his eyes, already envisioning the scene of his clansmen suffering heavy casualties.

A single tear of despair slid down his cheek.

Just at this critical juncture.

A sudden change occurred!

Hum--

A piercing sword hum suddenly echoed over the Jialie Clan.

The blade whistled, tearing through the air.

Everyone present, whether from the Xiao Clan or the Jialie Clan, turned their gaze toward the longsword in Xiao Zhan's hand.

They saw that the originally snow-white blade had suddenly erupted with a blinding light.

The Taixiao Sword let out a trembling chime and instantly broke free from Xiao Zhan's grip. Though no one was controlling it, it hovered high in mid-air, its body radiant as dazzling sword light gushed forth.

In an instant, the world darkened.

A frigid streak of sword light slashed across the horizon. Above the blue sea of clouds, a massive sword scar stretching thousands of meters suddenly appeared, cleaving the firmament and splitting the clouds.

It allowed everyone in the entire Wutan City to witness this shocking scene.

"Th-this, this, this..."

Feeling the terrifying sword intent descending from above, Jialie Bi's expression changed. He stood dumbfounded and exclaimed: "How is this possible?!"

As a seven-star Great Dou Master, he felt like a newborn infant before this sword intent, completely devoid of any power to resist.

Not only that, but his heart turned icy cold, and every pore on his body trembled, as if warning him that death was imminent.

"Hahaha!" At this moment, Xiao Zhan let out a hearty laugh. Looking at the longsword above, he excitedly shouted at Jialie Bi: "Old thief Jialie, the good days of your Jialie Clan have come to an end."

"Today is the day your Jialie Clan is wiped out!"

"Just wait obediently for death!"

Xiao Zhan was overjoyed; his previous trepidation had vanished into thin air.

In its place was a sense of relief that radiated from within.

With the Ancestor making a move, the Jialie Clan would surely be reduced to ashes!

As if to verify his words.

The Taixiao Sword, previously suspended in the sky, suddenly shuddered. Its blade slanted downward toward the Jalie Clan below, and in an instant, a supreme sword aura erupted, carrying a fierce momentum as it poured down upon them.

Holy Spirit Sword Technique, First Form: Sword One!

This sword aura exploded in mid-air, ultimately dividing into thousands of strands that converged to form a vast river of sword energy.

Every wisp of sword aura felt like a sharp longsword, and they surged toward the Jalie Clan like a tidal wave.

Wherever it passed, buildings and people alike were swallowed whole. In mere moments, the entire Jalie Clan estate seemed to be submerged in an ocean of sword energy.

"No! No! No!"

Amidst the sea of sword energy, Jialie Bi let out a desperate cry.

He looked around only to see countless Jalie clansmen being mercilessly swallowed by the ocean of energy; they didn't even have the strength to resist before falling beneath the sword peaks.

Swish, swish, swish—

The whistling of blades and the howling of gale-force winds filled his ears.

The Jalie clansmen who had been alive moments ago were now nothing more than corpses.

Whether they were ordinary clansmen or those with cultivation like Dou Zhe or Dou Shi, they were all like lambs to the slaughter under the sea of sword energy, harvested without mercy.

Even a Great Dou Master like himself.

Could not escape this calamity.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Patriarch, save me! Patriarch, save me!"

Jialie Nu, engulfed by the sea of sword energy, let out a roar of unwillingness. As a Great Dou Master, he could coat his body in Dou Qi to form a suit of armor.

Yet, in this vast ocean of swords, his Dou Qi armor was as fragile as paper, easily shredded by the biting energy as sharp strands of aura pierced his body.

A large amount of blood flowed from his wounds, quickly pooling into a puddle on the ground.

Gack—

A streak of sword energy suddenly pierced his skull, extinguishing his consciousness. When Jialie Bi looked over, he saw only Jialie Nu's corpse falling silently to the ground.

"Jialie Nu!"

Seeing this, Jialie Bi let out a cry of despair.

It had only been a dozen breaths since the Taixiao Sword launched its attack, and of the nearly one hundred experts of the Jalie Clan, only he and the Great Elder remained, struggling to hold on.

Apart from the two of them, the rest of the Jalie clansmen had already turned into corpses within the ocean of sword energy, and the entire Jalie Clan estate had been reduced to ruins.

Another dozen breaths passed.

On the other side, the Great Elder could no longer hold on.

As a flash of sword light severed his head, his body was reduced to a bloody mist by the thousands of sword auras, scattering into the air.

"Great Elder!" Bloodshot veins filled Jialie Bi's eyes.

He closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear the sight of the Jalie Clan's tragic state.

It was over, all over!

The family he had worked so hard to pass down for a thousand years was going to be annihilated today!

No!

He was not reconciled!

Why should all of this befall the Jalie Clan?

What exactly had he, Jialie Bi, done wrong?

He only wanted to revitalize his family; what was wrong with that?

Why had it ended in such a state?

Two lines of bloody tears slid from his eyes. His figure hunched continuously, and his body trembled under the assault of the sword ocean as he desperately circulated all the Dou Qi in his body, trying to resist the erosion of the sword energy.

But with his mere Great Dou Master cultivation, how could he resist the sword energy left behind by Xiao Ze, a Dou Huang powerhouse?

He lasted only a dozen breaths longer than the others.

Before being torn into fragments by hundreds of sword auras.

Thus—the Jalie Clan was completely annihilated!