Great-Grandson Blocks the Way

Wei Qianqiu was seen walking through the air.

Behind his tall and robust body bloomed a massive sunflower that blotted out the sky and the sun.

For a moment, the entire ruined CBD area was enveloped by the phantom of this golden sunflower.

The sunflower seeds within the disk were like sharp blades.

As the sunflower slowly rotated, they glinted with a sharp, cold light.

All the surviving Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan knew it.

Wei Qianqiu's large-scale area attack was about to descend once again.

When that happened, those who were heavily injured would be eliminated by this strike.

The death of his clansmen was right before his eyes.

Yet Gu Yang was powerless to stop it.

He could only helplessly listen to Wei Qianqiu's declaration of death.

"All things grow, born towards death!"

"Kill!"

Wei Qianqiu turned into a phantom, charging forward with his sword once again.

At the same time, that enormous sunflower slammed down fiercely.

The forty-six Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan let out hysterical roars of rage.

Even though they were about to die, they still fought back with all their might.

The combined full-force attacks of the forty-six Martial Saints directly shattered the martial dao sunflower phantom.

The backlash from the shattering of the martial dao phantom caused a trail of blood to leak from the corner of Wei Qianqiu's mouth.

However, he revealed an arrogant smile. His figure flashed, his sword light moving like shadows.

Taking advantage of the gap created when the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints destroyed his martial dao phantom,

another nine heavily injured Martial Saints died under his sword.

From the original ninety-two Ancient Clan Martial Saints, only thirty-seven remained at this moment.

Even when there were ninety-two of them, they were no match for Wei Qianqiu.

Now with only thirty-seven left, it was even harder to resist him.

Gu Yang pushed his Nine Suns Divine Art to the absolute limit, completely disregarding the consequences. Overdrawing his own potential, he continuously blasted out Blazing Pure Sun Palms.

Giant, fiery red palm shadows constantly struck towards Wei Qianqiu.

However, this could only delay the speed of their deaths.

Wei Qianqiu's speed was simply too fast.

He could evade nearly ninety percent of their attacks.

Yet once Wei Qianqiu found an opportunity to strike,

they found it almost impossible to dodge.

Gu Yang could only watch helplessly as the remaining people continuously fell.

Just then, Wei Qianqiu suddenly stopped his attacks.

He looked up towards the south.

He saw a surge of sky-piercing vitality rapidly approaching.

Then he looked towards the other three directions.

Although no enemies were visible in his line of sight yet,

he could feel it.

Surges of majestic vitality were rapidly closing in.

"Much faster than I anticipated!"

According to Wei Qianqiu's plan,

he intended to wipe out the Martial Saints in the Holy Capital first,

before heading to other cities to defeat the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints one by one.

But right now, that was clearly impossible.

He hadn't expected these people to return so quickly.

Once the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints gathered together again,

he would lose his best opportunity.

He looked down at Gu Yang and the others, who now numbered less than thirty.

He consecutively swallowed his last five Crimson Fruits.

Behind him, a massive sunflower slowly bloomed once again.

"Time really is tight!"

The next moment, as petals fell, people perished. Sword light pierced out consecutively.

One figure after another fell unwillingly.

In the end, only seven were left at their dying breath, not killed on the spot.

But they lay heavily injured in pools of blood, having completely lost their combat ability.

Only the strongest, Gu Yang, remained.

Clutching a bleeding wound on his shoulder, he barely managed to stand.

Wei Qianqiu ignored this last one that slipped through the net.

Instead, he turned and charged towards the southernmost group of Ancient Clan Martial Saints, whose auras were the weakest.

Fourteen Martial Saints were anxiously rushing to the Holy Capital.

They felt the battle from far away.

Around the Holy Capital, there were countless fleeing ordinary people and low-level martial artists.

Looking up again,

they saw a burly, muscular man flying through the sky towards them.

The fourteen of them sensed the newcomer's hostile intent.

They immediately launched an attack.

As a result, Wei Qianqiu neither dodged nor evaded, directly clashing head-on with the attacks of the fourteen Martial Saints.

Instantly, the sounds of colliding martial dao techniques rang out continuously.

The fourteen Martial Saints were horrified.

This was their first time crossing blows with Wei Qianqiu.

None of them recognized that this man, who had transformed into a muscular brute, was Wei Qianqiu.

They simply could not understand how the man had managed to block the full-force strike of fourteen people all at once.

Before they could figure out what was going on,

they saw sword light flashing and blood mist splattering.

Those who had just reacted hurriedly circulated their cultivation techniques again to resist.

But they were pierced through the body by a flurry of embroidery needles.

Then, what greeted them were sword shadows that lashed out like long whips.

Wei Qianqiu used only four moves to instantly kill the fourteen Martial Saints.

Then he immediately changed direction, charging towards the group of Martial Saints to the east.

On the other side.

Jiang City.

Dugu Sword Demon and Wang Zun fled in a sorry state all the way.

Shortly after arriving in Jiang City,

they saw a woman ahead, blocking their path.

Su Yan looked at the two men, who were covered in cuts and bruises.

She spread her hands and said with a very helpless expression:

"Sorry, great-grandfather, this road is closed!"

Dugu Sword Demon stopped his figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He hadn't expected that at the critical moment, his path to survival would be blocked by his granddaughter's daughter.

Wang Zun's face was pale.

His left hand tightly clutched the wound on his right shoulder.

He looked at Su Yan with a somewhat complex expression.

He was originally a good friend of Su Yuanshan.

But when Su Yuanshan was jointly murdered by several major families, he hadn't made it in time to help.

Later, during the battle with Zhang Bowen, he had even killed Su Yuanshan's younger brother, Su Canghai.

Now, Su Yuanshan's daughter had clearly come for revenge.

He said to Dugu Sword Demon beside him:

"You flee!"

"I can still throw one last punch."

Dugu Sword Demon spat out a mouthful of bloody water.

Looking at the Ancient Clan Martial Saints who had already surrounded them, as well as Su Yan blocking the way,

he said with a gloomy face:

"You can't hold them off."

"I definitely can't escape today, but you still have a chance."

"It's just a pity that I couldn't help you master the Taiji Sword."

"As long as the Taiji Sword is complete, you will inevitably become a sword dao powerhouse in the future!"

Dugu Sword Demon felt a deep sense of regret in his heart.

He had been competitive and proud his whole life.

He had treated Wei Qianqiu as his lifelong goal.

Later, he witnessed the genius Wang Zun,

the monster Chen Feng,

and Zhao Bing, who continuously broke through in times of crisis and possessed a sword dao will even stronger than his own.

Only then did Dugu Sword Demon realize that his own sword dao had become somewhat stagnant.

Now, he only wanted to help Wang Zun create the Taiji Sword together.

Unfortunately, there was no chance left.

The ten Ancient Clan Martial Saints, seeing Su Yan help them intercept the two, immediately thanked her.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Su Yan!"

"Our Ancient Clan will surely repay you in the future!"

Su Yan gave a sweet smile.

"Let's kill them first!"

She wasn't sure if the Ancient Clan would even have a future.

But in her eyes, Wang Zun and Dugu Sword Demon already had no future.

Dugu Sword Demon handed his beloved Chunjun Sword to Wang Zun and said:

"I'm leaving my old friend to you!"

"Don't let it get chopped in half by someone like the last sword."

Wang Zun frowned.

"At a time like this, why are you giving me the sword?"

"We should take down as many of them with us as we can!"

Uncharacteristically, Dugu Sword Demon burst into loud laughter.

His body's vitality surged and swelled.

His hair and beard fluttered without any wind.

His robes flapped loudly.

"You all still underestimate me too much!"

"For a mere eleven people, I shouldn't even need a sword."

"It's a pity that my ultimate sword dao can only be unleashed once in a lifetime."

"Watch closely. The upcoming sword strike will be the strongest strike you can currently witness!"