Jiang Wuhui Falls to a Disadvantage, the Ninth Ancestor Joins the Battle

"Hehe, then die! Die alongside your son! And let the entire Jiang Family be buried with the two of you!!"

Wang Wuji, head of the Wang Family of the Northern Region, let out an icy roar and attacked Jiang Wuhui directly.

His assault was razor-sharp, its might heaven-shaking. The moment he struck, it was a killing move—he clearly intended to finish Jiang Wuhui in one blow.

There were two reasons his killing intent ran so deep.

The first was his son, Wang Teng.

His son Wang Teng possessed the potential of a Great Emperor. He was the hope of the entire Wang Family's rise, the one into whom both he and the entire Wang Family had poured all their painstaking efforts.

And now, Wang Teng had died within Everlasting Heaven.

How could that not enrage him?

As for the second reason, if Jiang Wuhui died and the Jiang Family was destroyed, then the Wang Family could replace the Jiang Family and become the strongest force in the Northern Region.

"Wang Wuji, you dare make a move against me?"

Jiang Wuhui snorted coldly and struck out as well, slashing with his sword.

Boom!!!

In an instant, heaven and earth roared, space trembled violently, and the aftermath of that terrifying power spread madly outward.

With a single sword strike, Wang Wuji was sent flying. Both his arms exploded, blood gushing like a fountain, and his entire aura instantly withered.

"Everyone, Jiang Wuhui refuses to give up until he reaches the Yellow River. He insists on shielding his son—such blatant favoritism is intolerable! I ask you all to join me in killing Jiang Wuhui and avenging the geniuses of our respective factions!!"

Having been forced back, Wang Wuji's expression changed sharply.

He had not expected Jiang Wuhui, after living in seclusion for so many years, to still possess such horrifying combat strength.

Knowing he was no match alone, he began inciting the experts of the major factions to join him in executing Jiang Wuhui!

"Jiang Wuhui, you suppressed us in our youth. Can you still suppress so many of us today?!"

"Strike together and suppress Jiang Wuhui!!"

Responses rang out one after another as figures stepped forward to stand beside Wang Wuji, their faces full of fury as they prepared to strike together and kill Jiang Wuhui.

Every one of them was an expert whose name shook the Eastern Wilderness, the Northern Region, and even the Western Desert. Even the weakest had reached the Saint King realm.

Among them, those with the greatest killing intent were undoubtedly Wang Wuji, the Dragon King of the Ancestral Dragon's Nest, and the monks of the Western Desert.

Their hatred for the Jiang Family had already reached the point where they could not live under the same sky.

Today, either they would die, or the Jiang Family would perish!

"Kill!!!"

Following a thunderous roar, the gathered experts attacked at once, suppressing Jiang Wuhui from all sides.

For a time, all manner of powerful auras erupted, ancient runes intertwined, and dazzling divine abilities and precious arts were unleashed.

From afar, the entire world looked incomparably magnificent beneath their radiance.

"Father, you needn't do this..."

Jiang Xuan was beginning to panic as well.

He wanted to tell Jiang Wuhui that there was no need for this.

They only needed to stall for a little longer until the Heavenly Evolution Divine Lord arrived.

Then everything could be resolved.

But judging from the situation now, it was clearly already too late.

Boom!!!

Wild, terrifying power exploded between heaven and earth, spreading madly in an instant, overturning heaven and earth!

Buzz—

Buzz—

Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to evaporate in an instant. Sword light and saber gleams streaked across the vast sky, threatening to shatter this world of the Northern Region!

Bang!!!

The bodies of some cultivators burst into drifting clouds of blood amid the clash.

Under the focus of countless gazes, it took a long while for the aftermath to completely dissipate.

The result of the battle was revealed.

Jiang Wuhui's figure staggered backward. His face was pale, his hair disheveled, and more than half his aura had weakened.

Among the experts of the major factions, less than half had coughed up blood, while the rest had been forced back. Yet their conditions were far better than Jiang Wuhui's.

Facing the joint siege of so many experts, even Jiang Wuhui, hailed as the number one killing force of the Northern Region, had fallen to a disadvantage.

"Jiang Wuhui, today I will take your life!!"

With a cold shout, the remaining experts attacked again, utterly unwilling to leave Jiang Wuhui even the slightest chance to catch his breath.

"Father, be careful!" Jiang Xuan cried out instinctively.

"God King, be careful!"

Leng Lingshuang cried out as well.

Jiang Wuhui was Jiang Xuan's father, which meant he was her future father-in-law.

If Jiang Wuhui died, Jiang Xuan would surely be heartbroken.

She did not wish to see such a scene.

Yet, despite once being a female Great Emperor of the Immortal Realm, she was powerless at this moment and felt utterly helpless.

"Patriarch, we have come to aid you!"

In that instant, all the Jiang Family's experts rushed forward, ready to live and die alongside Jiang Wuhui.

"Everyone, you... why must you do this?"

Jiang Wuhui looked at the Jiang Family cultivators around him. His eyes reddened slightly as he gave a bitter smile.

"Patriarch, we said that we would fight with you until death, all so that Little Xuan could survive. Of course we will not abandon you at a time like this!"

The Jiang Family cultivators shouted in unison.

"Ah..."

Jiang Wuhui let out a long sigh, but his gaze became resolute once more. "Then let us die in battle together!"

"Wuhui, stand down."

At that moment, a calm voice rang out between heaven and earth.

Jiang Ruochen, the Jiang Family's Ninth Ancestor, slowly stepped forward and blocked Jiang Wuhui behind him. Alone, he faced the experts of the major factions as the aura of a Supreme burst forth from his body, sweeping across the six directions and eight desolations.

"Ninth Ancestor, your current condition..."

Jiang Wuhui looked at the figure ahead of him, who was putting on a brave front, and spoke reluctantly.

"Stand down!!"

At that moment, Jiang Ruochen's furious shout shook Jiang Wuhui and the others to the core. They could only retreat silently and fall into silence.