The Lamb to the Slaughter

Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing listened to their master's explanation.

Both couldn't help but feel secretly astonished.

At this moment, they finally understood why their master could be so monstrously strong.

To be able to clash head-on with the Martial Sages of the Ancient Clan using only the strength of an early-stage Martial Venerable.

Liu Weiwei suggested,

"I feel that the Beiming Divine Art is very powerful. It can allow you to rapidly improve your vitality cultivation."

"The reason my master's wife and I have such high cultivation is all thanks to the Beiming Divine Art."

Zhao Bing shook his head and said,

"What I pursue is the ultimate Sword Dao, not just blindly increasing my vitality cultivation."

"I believe movement techniques are the most useful to me."

Chen Feng nodded.

"Indeed!"

"Without further ado, sit down now, and I will impart the technique to you."

"Weiwei, stand guard for us."

Liu Weiwei nodded and immediately leaped up onto the canopy of a large tree.

Keeping a vigilant watch over the surroundings.

...

The Holy Capital.

Gu Yang watched Wei Qianqiu charging straight at them and couldn't help but roar,

"Do you want to fight our Ancient Clan to the bitter end?"

Wei Qianqiu's flat voice drifted over.

"Of course I don't want to fight you to the bitter end; I just want to eradicate you."

With a wave of her right hand, she shouted gracefully,

"Flowers bloom in their time, and fall in their time!"

"Kill!"

The martial phantom of the golden sunflower field instantly shattered, transforming into a sky full of flowing light that shot toward the people of the Ancient Clan.

At the same time.

The embroidery needles on Wei Qianqiu's body were also detaching one by one.

Connected to silk threads, they danced along with the petals.

In just an instant, a flawless naked body was revealed before the eyes of the Ancient Clan members.

However, no one was in the mood to appreciate such a beautiful sight.

The ninety-two Martial Sages of the Ancient Clan let out furious roars!

Various techniques were unleashed simultaneously toward Wei Qianqiu.

"Arrogant! To actually think of fighting a hundred alone!"

"Mr. Bowen said she once easily killed over a dozen Martial Sages in seconds! Everyone, do not be careless!"

"The Ancient Clan cannot afford to suffer massive casualties again."

"Since all pretenses have been dropped today, for the future of the Ancient Clan, even if it means mutual destruction, we must kill her."

...

The attacks of the ninety-two Martial Sages instantly collided head-on with Wei Qianqiu's attack.

In a split second.

A massive storm was whipped up across the entire CBD of the Holy Capital, spreading in all directions.

The glass facade of the Wei family's central tower also shattered and went flying in an instant.

Countless screams echoed endlessly.

Gu Yang looked on in disbelief as over a dozen Martial Sages on his side fell in an instant.

Furthermore, half of the survivors were covered in injuries.

"One against ninety-two, and she still possesses such terrifying offensive power?"

When he turned his head to look at Wei Qianqiu in the air,

He saw that she only had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Clearly, that previous clash with the combined strike of ninety-two Martial Sages had also caused her internal injuries.

Or rather, it was only a minor shock injury.

The combined move of ninety-two people was actually unable to kill her.

Fear sprouted in Gu Yang's heart.

He didn't understand. A half-step Martial God was ultimately not a true Martial God.

Why was the gap between them so massive?

Wei Qianqiu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

She had just used her martial phantom as a feint.

And then used the embroidery needles for a sneak attack.

The tip of every needle was condensed with her domineering vitality power, enhancing their piercing capability.

Because the embroidery needles were extremely fast and too tiny to discern,

She was able to kill and injure dozens of Martial Sages in an instant.

However, the moment her martial phantom was crushed, she also suffered a backlash and sustained some internal injuries.

But to Wei Qianqiu, this minor injury was not enough to affect her foundation.

She was seen spreading her arms and looking up at the sky.

"Born towards the sun!"

The voice was crisp and melodious, yet it resounded throughout the entire Holy Capital.

At this moment.

Almost all the original residents of the Holy Capital realized.

That ancestor of the Wei family was fighting a great battle in the Holy Capital once again.

Because over a decade ago, they had experienced this once before.

Only, it was obvious that this time, the battle was even more intense.

Under the shocked gazes of Gu Yang and the others.

Wei Qianqiu's body rapidly twisted and deformed.

The originally slender and graceful young girl transformed into a giant man over two meters tall in the blink of an eye.

His entire body of bulging muscles formed a stark contrast with the frail young girl from before.

"Is this the highest realm of the Sunflower Manual?"

"How can it be this strong?"

At this time, a violent shout rang out from the crowd of the Ancient Clan:

"Watch out!"

The embroidery needles that had been scattered and stuck everywhere

Suddenly shot back.

However, the threads, as thin as spider webs, now turned into deadly blades.

Anyone who touched them was sliced with bloody gashes.

The Martial Sages with weaker defenses had their flesh directly splattered and limbs severed.

Gu Yang relied on his Nine Suns Divine Art, which had reached the Unity of Heaven and Man.

He forcefully tore apart dozens of silk threads around him.

At this moment, he finally saw it clearly.

Any peak Martial Sage whose martial arts technique had not reached the Unity of Heaven and Man,

As well as those Martial Sages with weaker defenses,

Once hit by Wei Qianqiu's attacks, would almost certainly end up dead or crippled.

At this time, Wei Qianqiu raised his right hand in the air, and the returning silk threads and embroidery needles gradually condensed into a longsword in his hand.

The blade of the sword constantly swayed, resembling both a sword and a whip, much like a spirit snake.

Seeing the extra sword in Wei Qianqiu's hand,

Gu Yang immediately thought of the accompanying sword arts in the Sunflower Manual.

Thus, he immediately shouted loudly,

"His next move is the Seventy-Two Evil-Warding Sword Arts!"

"We must be prepared to perish together with him!"

"We cannot retreat in the slightest; we must do everything possible to heavily injure him!"

"Today's battle decides the rise or fall of the Ancient Clan!"

Wei Qianqiu let out a hearty laugh.

Looking at Gu Yang commanding the crowd, he spoke in a deep, magnetic voice,

"It seems your realm is quite high."

The figure that was originally high in the sky and had just been speaking suddenly vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Gu Yang.

That longsword, like a soft whip, lashed down with lightning speed.

Gu Yang's pupils widened.

Wei Qianqiu's speed was already so fast that he had no time to think.

His body instinctively struck out with the Blazing Pure Sun Palm to block Wei Qianqiu's sword shadows.

However, his martial phantom was instantly sliced open.

His palm also felt a burning pain.

The hand that had thrown the palm strike was already dripping with blood.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gu Yang circulated all his strength and used his other hand to blast out a full-power palm strike.

A palm shadow tens of meters large directly bombarded Wei Qianqiu's protective astral Qi.

Yet Wei Qianqiu borrowed the force, his figure turning into a phantom that continuously flickered.

Screams of agony rang out one after another.

Many people didn't even see clearly what was happening.

They only saw a blur before their eyes.

The next moment, scalding liquid gushed from their throats.

Wei Qianqiu's figure reappeared, stubble gradually growing on his resolute face.

Looking at those Ancient Clan members who were about to perish, he said coldly,

"Strike while you are weak, and take your life!"

"Your weaknesses are simply too obvious!"

Dozens of people who were already heavily injured now unwillingly clutched their necks, slowly collapsing to the ground.

The remaining Martial Sages of the Ancient Clan watched until their eyes nearly split open in rage.

Gu Yang roared,

"We have no way to retreat today!"

"Everyone, fight for your lives to the bitter end!"

The remaining less than seventy Martial Sages all roared and charged at Wei Qianqiu.

Wei Qianqiu, one man and one sword, dodged and counterattacked simultaneously.

He was seen striking down one person with his sword, then raising his hand to flick out an embroidery needle, reaping yet another person's life.

The Ancient Clan's Martial Sages continuously fell, while the attacks of Gu Yang and the others were continuously blasted out.

Almost half of the attacks were dodged by Wei Qianqiu.

The remaining half of the attacks were forcefully absorbed by his protective aura.

They could already tell.

If Wei Qianqiu did not want to fight them, there was absolutely no way they could hold him back.

It was only because Wei Qianqiu was dead set on slaughtering them all that they could barely manage to land a hit on him.

However, whether he was dodging or taking attacks head-on, Wei Qianqiu clearly demonstrated a tactical instinct for self-preservation.

He only tanked the weak and non-lethal strikes.

Wei Qianqiu's overwhelming strength filled Gu Yang and the others with despair.

They had been reduced to lambs waiting for the slaughter.

All they could do was try to take a bite out of him before they died as their final, desperate struggle.