On the other side, Patriarch Ouyang’s body was pierced by a sharp blade, and his vitality was rapidly fading away.
He slowly lowered his head and looked in disbelief at the sharp blade that pierced his chest, his eyes filled with incomprehensible astonishment.
"Leap...you..."
He raised his head with difficulty and stared at the younger generation of the family whom he had the highest hopes for.
"What are you doing?"
Ouyang Bo, the head of the Ouyang family, pointed at the disciple, his face full of absurdity and disbelief.
The disciples of his own family actually attacked his own ancestor at this most critical moment.
The disciple named Ouyang Feiyue ignored him.
The figure flashed and appeared beside Ye Chen like a ghost, with a playful smile on his face.
"Hahahaha! Surprising or not? Unexpected or not!"
“You didn’t expect that!”
He laughed wildly, his face flashed with brilliance, and his ordinary appearance changed drastically in an instant, returning to Wang Xiaoting's original appearance.
"You...you! You are not a disciple of my clan! Who are you?"
Ouyang Bo pointed at Wang Xiaolick with trembling fingers, furious.
"Hehe, who am I?"
"I'm here to destroy your ancient clan!"
Wang Xiaolick sneered, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.
“No… Impossible!”
Patriarch Ouyang's body could no longer support itself and he fell backward stiffly.
An illusory soul floated out from the top of his head, staring at Wang Xiaoting, his voice full of unwillingness.
"How could an outsider like you sneak into the depths of my ancient clan? How could a saint like me not notice it at all?"
An Immortal Emperor disguised himself and hid beside him, but he, the great sage ancestor, didn't even notice it. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.
"Haha, that's of course thanks to my brother Chen who taught me the disguise technique!"
Wang Xiaolick looked very proud.
"More than ten years ago, I snuck into this shabby place of yours, just waiting for this day!"
The smile on Wang Xiaoting's face suddenly disappeared, his expression became serious, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Today, Brother Chen and I will destroy the ancient clan and avenge my dead brothers!"
"Ye Chen, they killed my parents, help me kill them!"
Ouyang Chuchu, who had recovered from her injuries, stood up straight and looked at the illusory soul of Ouyang Patriarch. There was only a deep murderous intent in her beautiful eyes.
"Chu Chu, don't worry, today, none of them can escape."
Ye Chen stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the remaining blood on Ouyang Chuchu's cheek.
"Humph! Ye Chen, it's not that easy to destroy my ancient clan!"
The ancestor of the Peng family showed a trace of hysterical madness on his face.
"You're about to die, yet you still dare to be stubborn."
Ye Chen snorted disdainfully and slowly raised the Jinghong Sword in his hand.
On the sword body, the mortal sword intent that annihilates all things surges.
"Yes, with my brother Chen here, none of you will survive!"
Wang Xiaoli agreed with a fierce look on his face.
"Humph, then we'll just have to perish together!"
The desperate old face of the Peng family ancestor was completely replaced by madness at this moment.
He roared madly at the disciples of the ancient clan.
"All disciples, listen up!"
"Everyone...will be destroyed!"
As soon as this order was issued, the last glimmer of hope in the eyes of the ancient clan disciples who were in desperate situation was completely extinguished, and their faces were filled with a ruthless look of dying together.
They all used their secret techniques, blood-red flames ignited around their bodies, and sacrificed all their own blood and essence.
In an instant, the spiritual energy of the entire ancient clan's small world was dyed into a strange blood-red color.
The entire ancient clan’s small world is like the Nine Netherworld Purgatory.
"Ye Chen, be careful! This is the ancient clan's forbidden blood sacrifice technique!"
Ouyang Chuchu's pretty face turned pale and she exclaimed in disbelief.
She grabbed Ye Chen's sleeve tightly. She didn't expect that the ancient clan would sacrifice the entire clan in order to deal with Ye Chen.
The forbidden technique of blood sacrifice is to sacrifice the essence and blood of everyone to the strongest in the tribe, forcibly improving their combat power.
The huge amount of blood energy turned into a blood-red torrent visible to the naked eye, filling the entire ancient clan's small world.
The endless blood-colored energy rushed towards the four ancestors madly.
"Ugh!"
The illusory soul of Patriarch Ouyang roared happily under the infusion of blood and energy.
The body re-condenses at this moment.
The other three ancestors also bathed in the sea of blood. Their injuries were healed instantly and their auras rose steadily.
In the blink of an eye, they surpassed the peak state of their lives.
"A blood sacrifice?"
"It really is going to be a disaster for both sides."
Ye Chen's face still had that nonchalant look of disdain as he raised his Jinghong Sword and slashed it down.
"Nirvana in the world!"
A loud shout shook the world.
A majestic mortal sword intent, carrying the supreme power to annihilate all things, swept towards the four great ancestors.
Wherever the sword intent passed, space twisted and deformed, as if it was going to drag the world into endless nothingness.
"Hold on!"
Patriarch Huangfu quickly formed seals with his hands.
In an instant, a huge shield condensed from blood and energy appeared out of thin air in front of them, emitting a heart-pounding evil aura.
"boom!"
The mortal sword intent collided with the blood shield, causing a deafening roar.
The blood shield shook violently, and terrifying energy raged wildly.
"Somewhat capable."
"I'll give you...some strength!"
Ye Chen snorted coldly, raised the Jinghong Sword, and poured the holy energy in his body into the sword.
"Three Red Dust Swords!"
"One sword, cut through the mortal world!"
"Two swords, severing eternity!"
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