Fang Yun had actually deployed a supreme treasure outright.
This meant that unless the strongest Saint Ancestor avatars paid an enormous price, they could forget about killing Fang Yun.
Seeing this, the ancestral avatars shook their heads gently, inwardly counting themselves lucky. Fortunately, they had not done anything foolish. Since Fang Yun dared to cultivate, he naturally had preparations in place.
They knew those damaged Ancestral Treasures did not belong to the Night Ancestor's avatar, and inwardly cursed Fang Yun as nothing short of a Multi-Treasure Great Sage! Never mind ordinary Great Sages-even among the Saint Ancestors of the Kunlun Ancient Realm, no more than three could produce seven damaged Ancestral Treasures at once, and those would be their clans' possessions.
Yet an even stranger scene unfolded. The Tiger Clan Great Sage had already suffered Sagefall, and his power should have been blocked, but it suddenly changed shape, becoming a gentle speck of light brimming with life. Ignoring every defense, it burrowed between Fang Yun's brows!
The instant she saw the speck enter Fang Yun's brow, the Night Ancestor trembled, nearly collapsing to the ground. Her eyes actually reddened.
She had never imagined that she would still fail to protect Fang Yun.
Suffering an outside attack at such a moment meant that even if Fang Yun survived, his Sacred Way would collapse. He would fall directly from Sainthood, with no possibility of ever achieving Saint Enfeoffment again.
Flames of fury burned in the heart of the Night Ancestor's avatar. At that moment, she had only one thought: to perish together with the ancestral avatars.
The Water Race sages nearly burst their lungs with rage at the sight. Had they not retained a shred of reason, they would have immediately fought the Kunlun ancestors to the death.
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