The arrogant voice of the otherworldly ancestral god Leng Xingyi resounded throughout the cursed realm, instilling anger in countless cultivators who had sought refuge there.

But they also knew very well.

That otherworldly ancestral god, Leng Xingyi, was very powerful. He once wiped out several half-ancestors with a single finger and crushed many ancient traditions. The number of beings who died at his hands was at least ten million, if not a hundred million!

Even with the flames of hatred burning within, its power is insufficient, far inferior to Leng Xingyi's, leaving it only able to hide like a rat.

Everyone was filled with resentment, resentment, and despair.

On Zu Jun's warship, Cao Ya, Xiao Chen, and Ke Ke all heard Leng Xingyi's chilling words, and the three of them immediately sneered.

"The ancestral god of another world is indeed as arrogant and conceited as ever," Xiao Chen murmured, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Eeya... Let's go kill him!" The snow-white little beast stood upright with a seven-colored jade bowl on its head, its little face tense.

"The three supreme ancestral gods of the other world have ordered the complete end of this civilization's history..." Cao Ya muttered to himself, as if he could see the scene of mountains and rivers shattered and the world stained with blood.

"We must speed things up!" Xiao Chen said solemnly.

In his mind, the other world must have ordered the erasure of their civilization's history because of their actions.

Although many lives had already been lost, and vast areas of land were desolate and deserted, there were still at least two or three billion survivors in the Nine Provinces and the Four Directions World.

They only took away at most a third of it.

In an instant, Xiao Chen felt a heavy burden on his shoulders!

Cao Ya extended his divine sense and suddenly sensed a cluster of sword lights, which condensed together and slashed towards the alien ancestral god Leng Xingyi.

It was an incomparably dazzling sword light, condensing the will of hundreds of swordsmen, even moving the ancestral god.

However, merely being moved does not constitute a threat.

"The Dugu family, all of whom are known as sword demons, are pitifully weak in my eyes!"

Leng Xingyi sneered, his enormous palm covering the heavens and earth, slamming down from the sky and enveloping hundreds of gray-clad men within it.

No matter how many swordsmen from the Dugu family wielded their great iron swords, their sword energy surging like a vast ocean, under the primordial divine laws of the Ancestral God, not a single sword energy could break through.

"This is the Nine Swords of Dugu? Ha, what a flashy thing, not practical at all!"

Leng Xingyi sneered, pressing down with his large hand, and said:

"No wonder your ancestor, after embracing the false and creating the real, complemented that evil king, vainly attempting to break through to the Ancestral God realm, ultimately failing and ending up dead and vanished."

"How dare a tiny ant soar into the sky?"

"Destined to be destroyed by the strong wind!"

Leng Xingyi revealed a secret, coldly striking at the sword spirit of the hundreds of members of the Dugu family.

"The sword spirit will never perish, its intent will be eternal!"

However, the hundreds of people roared in grief, their sword intent and sword energy converging, and one after another, sword lights that almost reached the level of ancestral gods were unleashed, stunning the mortal world.

"Ants are just ants. You dare to raise your swords against an ancestral god if you cannot even become one? This is courting your own destruction!" Leng Xingyi said arrogantly, "Today, in the name of the otherworldly god ancestor 'Leng Xingyi,' I will grant you death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Xingyi pointed a finger, summoning the power of the gods to bombard the hundreds of people.

At that very moment—

"What kind of bastard is this Otherworldly God Ancestor?!"

As the sound rang out, a bolt of lightning shot out, along with sword energy and black divine fire, all striking Leng Xingyi.

"Kill!" Another hazy array diagram sealed off all directions.

Whoosh!

There was also a seven-colored divine light that enveloped the world of curses, and even ancestral gods would find it difficult to break free.

"So it was you!"

Upon seeing the magical power that had appeared many times in this intelligence report, Leng Xingyi immediately sneered.

"My realm dispatched special envoys to search for you, but unexpectedly, you escaped. Now that you have encountered me, you are doomed!" Leng Xingyi roared to the sky, his divine voice reverberating, and a special fluctuation spread beyond the Curse Realm, echoing throughout the Nine Provinces and the other three worlds.

Clearly, Leng Xingyi was informing the experts of the other world, summoning them to attack the Cursed Realm.

Because Cao Ya and his group had previously focused their operations primarily on the other four realms, the strong forces of the other realms were also on guarding those four realms, thus neglecting the Curse Realm, which only had one Ancestral God, Leng Xingyi.

Cao Ya knew something was wrong and shouted:

"Kill him!"

The voice echoed, accompanied by the roar of thunder.

Black divine fire descended, accompanied by the Five Elements Immortal Light and countless sword energies, sweeping across Leng Xingyi.

"White Bone War Ancestor? I'm really curious, why aren't you an Ancestral God yet!" Leng Xingyi chanted a divine incantation, and heavenly fire raged, burning down the sky.

Just then, Xiao Chen merged with the array diagram, his battle sword swirling around him, and he even piloted the Ancestral Lord's warship, charging straight through.

Moreover, Keke stretched out her little paws and slapped the seven-colored jade bowl.

This magical artifact was actually crafted by Keke Xuanzu using various rare and precious materials, and its quality has already surpassed that of ancestral divine weapons.

Bang!!!

The Ancestral Lord's warship was incredibly powerful, directly shattering Leng Xingyi's Ancestral God Body. His physical body was destroyed, leaving only his divine soul floating in the sky, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and fear.

“This ship…” Leng Xingyi looked at Zu Jun’s warship with fear on his face.

Nobody wants to experience that feeling of their divine body instantly exploding!

Whoosh!!

Seizing the opportunity, Cao Ya pierced Leng Xingyi's soul with a single sword strike, killing him instantly.

"Ah..." Leng Xingyi roared, his unwilling divine voice shaking the cursed realm, but in the end it was all in vain, and he perished under the combined power of the three.

Over the past few months, the three of them have become increasingly familiar with each other's teamwork.

The battle quickly came to a decisive end. The otherworldly ancestral god Leng Xingyi was brutally killed, his soul and spirit annihilated, and his screams still echoed in the sky.

This scene undoubtedly shook the entire Curse Realm.

Countless survivors, recalling some rumors, were immediately moved and rushed towards the location where the ancestral warship stood.

"Thank you." The hundreds of members of the Dugu family boarded the ship and clasped their hands in gratitude.

"Isn't Dugu Jianmo here?" Xiao Chen asked, not finding any of his acquaintances in the crowd.

"Which Dugu Sword Demon are you asking about?" an old man asked.

Xiao Chen patted his head.

He forgot that many members of the Dugu family were known as "Sword Demons".

Cao Ya looked around and sensed the sword intent emanating from hundreds of people. It was pure, born for killing, but limited by their cultivation level, it could not threaten the Ancestral God.

"We can't delay any longer! There are several powerful auras coming from outside the Cursed Realm!" Cao Ya sensed the presence of experts from another world, frowned, and said in a deep voice.

Subsequently, Xiao Chen piloted the Ancestral Lord's warship and took in many survivors from the Curse Realm. Many of them were acquaintances of Xiao Chen, such as Wu Ming and his son Wu Xiaoshi, as well as former young masters such as Xue Wu, Zhao Chongyang, Cang Hai, Chu Xingkuang, Yao Yao, and even the two young daughters of the Yellow Emperor, Linglong and Tutu!

As they were about to leave the Curse Realm, they encountered the youngest Dugu Sword Demon, who was an acquaintance of Xiao Chen.

"Walk!"

After bringing Dugu Jianmo aboard the ship, and sensing the arrival of an expert from another world, Xiao Chen immediately steered the Ancestral Lord's warship back to the Netherworld.