The Death of the Primordial Ancestor, Leng Qingqiu Faces the Night King

"!!!"

Such formidable combat prowess left everyone stunned in place.

They all turned in unison toward the direction from which the flying sword had come. There, a woman clad in white uniform slowly emerged from the void, her aura overwhelming, her expression cold and indifferent.

A terrifying pressure swept through the area, making everyone gasp. Just the residual energy of a powerhouse of her level was enough to send chills down their spines!

Minister Leng was truly terrifying!!

Whoosh!

Leng Qingqiu stepped through the formation with an aloof demeanor, landing before Mo Chongxiao and the others.

"Minister Leng!"

Mo Chongxiao immediately bowed in respect, and the disciples followed suit, their hearts filled with newfound reverence.

Leng Qingqiu gave a slight nod, her gaze sweeping across the battlefield. Internally, she noted that the core members of the Primordial Sect had not suffered heavy casualties.

Was it because of the external formation... or perhaps... that man never intended to wipe out the Primordial Sect in the first place?

Thinking back to the past...

The Primordial Sect had not directly besieged the Leng Family, yet... their Primordial Holy Ancestor had vaguely deduced the whereabouts of the Night King back then.

And thus, indirectly led to the Leng Family's downfall.

So, these people could be spared... but...

The Primordial Holy Ancestor had to die!

Her spiritual sense expanded, and suddenly, she detected it—

A familiar presence had long been lurking somewhere within the Primordial Sect.

Retracting her perception, her luminous white eyes swept over Mo Chongxiao and the others. "Leave the rest to our alliance. Evacuate the Primordial Sect immediately via the teleportation formation."

Mo Chongxiao was taken aback. "Minister Leng, why?"

Hadn’t the external threat been resolved?

However, Leng Qingqiu replied indifferently, "The Night King... may intend to harm the Primordial Holy Ancestor."

"!!!"

"What?!"

Mo Chongxiao’s expression changed drastically, but before he could ask anything further—

Leng Qingqiu’s figure vanished on the spot.

The disciples exchanged bewildered glances before turning to Mo Chongxiao. "Sect Leader, what should we do?"

His face flickered through a range of emotions before he finally sighed. "Withdraw to the outside. If the Night King truly intends to act against the Holy Ancestor... there’s nothing we can do."

The world had changed. Even the Night King might have broken through to a new realm.

"Yes!"

......

Deep within the Primordial Holy Land, inside an ancient palace, the Primordial Holy Ancestor sat cross-legged in meditation.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, sharp as blades, as if piercing through layers of space to perceive the crisis outside.

"It seems the great calamity has truly arrived."

His voice was heavy with sorrow as he slowly rose, an immense aura radiating from his body.

"Holy Ancestor, the sect is in peril! We beg for your intervention!"

A disciple rushed into the hall, kneeling in reverence.

"I am aware."

The Primordial Holy Ancestor nodded and was about to step out when—

Boom!!

The messenger disciple was instantly crushed into a mist of blood by a massive black hand emerging from the void.

At the same time, his soul was extracted, clenched within the grip of the dark appendage.

The black hand floated slowly behind a certain figure, as if presenting a trophy.

Then—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dark shadows surged from within the palace.

A chilling, murderous presence filled the air.

The Primordial Holy Ancestor’s expression darkened as he looked ahead.

There, standing before him—

A figure cloaked in darkness had appeared without warning.

Shrouded in thick, ink-like mist that devoured all light, his features remained obscured.

His aura was abyssal—cold, ruthless, and suffocating.

The black robes he wore seemed alive, shifting like liquid shadows, exuding an oppressive chill.

This man was none other than—

"The... Night King?"

The Primordial Holy Ancestor’s voice trembled slightly. "This aura... Have you broken through to the Grandmaster realm?!"

Unbelievable. Throughout history, the Night King had never reached such heights.

And now... the prophecy of his death on the sacred stone wall had blurred and vanished.

So this was why—the Night King had ascended to Grandmaster?!

"Primordial Holy Ancestor."

Gu Yan absorbed the soul, his gaze icy as it locked onto the elder within the palace. "Your time has come."

As the words fell—

Hummm!!

A black dagger materialized before Gu Yan and shot toward the Primordial Holy Ancestor with terrifying speed.

Where it passed, the Power of Night ravaged the surroundings, causing space itself to tremble and fracture.

"A dagger?!"

The Primordial Holy Ancestor’s face paled. The Night King’s sudden assault had caught him off guard.

Yet, as a centuries-old veteran, his combat instincts kicked in.

His hands clasped together, and his qi surged violently!

The Primordial Sect’s ultimate technique—

"Dharma Idol Manifestation!!"

The next moment—

Boom!!

A golden Buddha’s visage materialized behind him, majestic and divine, wielding a sacred staff.

With a mighty swing, a radiant golden light slashed toward the incoming dagger.

However, this time, the Power of Night was far more ferocious than ever before.

The moment the black dagger clashed with the golden light, the dark energy expanded violently—

Tearing through the divine radiance like paper and shooting straight for the Primordial Holy Ancestor!

"What?!"

His face twisted in shock. His Dharma Idol had been shattered so easily?!

The Night King’s strike was far beyond his expectations.

Gritting his teeth, he poured all his remaining qi into defense, but the Power of Night corroded too quickly—

Piercing through his guard in an instant.

Even his recent breakthrough to Grandmaster, aided by celestial phenomena, was useless.

Thud—

The black dagger impaled his chest, and the Power of Night spread like venom, causing his qi to spiral out of control.

His body convulsed violently.

"ARGHHH!!!"

The agony of the Night’s corruption forced even this ancient monster to scream.

Gu Yan watched coldly, not delivering the final blow.

He had sensed another presence.

So... with a slight lift of his hand—

Squelch!

"GAAAH—!"

The dagger plunged deeper, lifting the Primordial Holy Ancestor’s body and propelling him into the sky.

Boom!!

The Holy Land shattered as two figures burst into the heavens.

The Primordial Holy Ancestor writhed in agony, blood raining from his wounds, staining the sky crimson.

Gu Yan clenched his fist, and the massive black hand behind him seized the elder, hoisting him high for all to see.

Countless disciples of the Primordial Sect turned their eyes upward—

And froze in horror.

"Sect Leader! That’s the Holy Ancestor!"

"Sect Leader, that’s the Night King!"

"The Night King is really here?!"

Their voices trembled with disbelief.

The Primordial Sect’s revered Holy Ancestor... had been lifted into the air like prey by the Night King?!

Even Mo Chongxiao, the current Sect Leader, was stunned.

He had known the Holy Ancestor might not be a match for the Night King...

But to be defeated so utterly?

Was the Night King truly invincible?

But... where is Leng Qingqiu? Where is she now?

The next second.

BOOM!!

Gu Yan unleashed his power, and a massive shockwave erupted across the sky, shaking the very heavens.

The Power of Night tore through the world like a force of destruction, and the colossal black hand clenched tightly. The body of the Primordial Holy Ancestor rapidly disintegrated in midair...

BANG!!

In mere moments, he exploded into a bloody mist that painted the sky crimson.

The gruesome fate of the Primordial Holy Ancestor spread throughout the entire Primordial Sect.

Countless disciples watched in horror, their hearts filled with disbelief.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

Someone wailed in anguish, their voice thick with grief and fury.

Yet, Gu Yan's expression remained ice-cold and merciless. He gazed down at the members of the Primordial Sect as dark voids materialized behind him.

One after another, figures clad in eerie black robes and wearing demonic masks stepped out from the abyss.

His chilling voice echoed across the Primordial Sect:

"The era of the Primordial Sect... is over."

With that,

Gu Yan raised his hand slightly—WHOOSH!

A vortex of destructive energy, so immense it seemed capable of erasing space itself, formed in his palm.

It grew larger and larger.

Then, he casually hurled it toward the disciples below.

The black energy vortex expanded until it resembled a small meteor.

Stones were ripped from the ground, and countless disciples felt an irresistible force dragging them toward the abyss.

"Sect Leader!"

"Sect Leader!"

Their faces drained of color, the disciples struggled in vain—the pull of the vortex was too strong. They could only watch helplessly as they were sucked into the darkness.

Mo Chongxiao gave up resisting. With the Holy Ancestor dead, any further struggle was futile.

But at that moment—

BOOM!!

A psychic spear infused with bone-chilling frost shot up from the depths of the Primordial Holy Land, streaking straight toward the black vortex.

"My lord—"

One of Gu Yan's subordinates moved to intervene,

but he subtly raised a hand, stopping them.

His gaze sharpened like a hawk's, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, as if he had been waiting for this very moment.

The next instant—

Under the watchful eyes of all, the psychic spear pierced through the black vortex with lightning speed.

For a heartbeat, the entire world seemed to tremble. Space around the vortex twisted violently, as if buckling under immense pressure.

BOOM!!

The vortex erupted in a blinding flash, like countless miniature suns detonating at once.

A devastating shockwave radiated outward, engulfing the battlefield in an instant.

Everyone was stunned by the overwhelming force, their breath stolen by the sheer intensity.

What... just happened?!

The crowd snapped their gazes upward.

There,

a lone figure stood before the Night King, gripping an unremarkable sword in hand.

Her expression was frosty as she pointed the blade at him.

Her voice was cold, deliberate:

"Stand down, Night King."

Leng Qingqiu stared at the man before her—there was no mistaking it. This was Gu Yan.

The enemies of the Leng Family had all perished.

Her vengeance... was complete.

Yet,

her heart shuddered when she saw the man before her clutch a dagger, his body radiating an eerie aura of the Power of Night.

He looked down upon all living beings, his tone equally indifferent:

"Hmph. Leng Qingqiu."

"Have you come... to die?"

In the next moment—

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Warriors from the Martial Alliance, having converged from other battlefields, arrived at the Primordial Sect.

They brandished their swords, soaring into the sky to face the Night King.

Among them was Long Tianyuan, who glared furiously at the Night King:

"Night King!! Today, we will end you!"

If they missed this chance, they might never get another opportunity to kill him!

BOOM!

The sect leader of the Primordial Sect unleashed his aura and roared:

"All disciples of the Primordial Sect—heed my command!"

"Join the Alliance in slaying the Night King!"

"YES!"

SWOOSH!

Another wave of warriors ascended.

In an instant, the Night Organization seemed vastly outnumbered.

Watching this unfold,

Gu Yan glanced up at the sky, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His voice, layered with multiple tones, resonated through the battlefield:

"You have... one hour."

"If you fail to kill me within that time... every single one of you will die."

As his words faded,

a scene of pure horror unfolded.

From every direction,

an endless tide of shadowy figures emerged—countless in number. Unlike before,

these shadow beings were far more powerful, each possessing strength comparable to a grandmaster!

And their numbers... matched the warriors perfectly!

"ROAR!!"

A bestial shadow creature let out a deafening howl.

And with that—

the battle began!!

BOOM!

Gu Yan's figure ascended higher into the sky.

"Night King! This old man will—"

Long Tianyuan moved to pursue,

but Leng Qingqiu cut him off coldly:

"I already said—the Night King is mine."

WHOOSH!

She shot after him, her speed... matching the Night King's effortlessly!

Long Tianyuan relented but still shouted:

"Minister Leng!! The Night King's fatal weakness is his dagger!"

"Destroy it, and his power will vanish!"

His eyes burned with fervor. This was their best chance—their closest opportunity to kill the Night King!

With Leng Qingqiu's strength as a Post-Saint, she could surely end him for good!