Facing the siege, Ye Chen remained calm. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the Jinghong Sword in his hand danced again.
The mortal sword intent on the sword seemed to drag all things in the world into an endless cycle of extinction and reincarnation.
"Do you think you can stop me with these means?"
Ye Chen's voice was icy cold, like a judgment from the Nine Nether Hell, resounding throughout the entire ancient clan.
"Nirvana in the world!"
An even more majestic mortal sword intent emanated from the Jinghong Sword.
Wherever the sword passed, the space became chaotic and was torn into hideous holes, revealing endless dark void.
The mortal sword intent swept towards the four saint ancestors with unstoppable force.
The terrifying power contained in it made the faces of the four saint ancestors turn as pale as paper in an instant.
"No!"
The four saint ancestors roared in despair.
Fear flooded their minds like a tide.
They tried their best, madly mobilizing the holy energy in their bodies and displaying various defensive magical powers, trying to resist the terrifying sword intent that could destroy everything.
However, in front of Ye Chen's most powerful sword, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless.
"boom!"
The Red Dust Sword Intent was devastating and instantly broke through their defenses and slashed at the four of them.
The four figures were like kites with broken strings, and were cut and flew more than dozens of feet away, drawing four awkward arcs in the air.
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"
Four mouthfuls of holy blood spurted out simultaneously, and the auras of the four saint ancestors weakened a little.
For a moment, the entire ancient clan was silent as death.
All the disciples looked at the four miserable figures in disbelief, their faces filled with despair.
Their saintly ancestor, the symbol of invincibility...
Actually... lost!
Moreover, even with the combined efforts of four people, he was severely injured by the opponent's sword.
"Die, old man!"
Ye Chen's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, without a trace of emotion.
"The ancient clan should be destroyed!"
He slowly raised the Jinghong Sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at the four saint ancestors who were lying on the ground.
The mortal sword intent flowed on the sword, emitting a heart-pounding breath of death.
The four great ancestors were seriously injured and did not even have the strength to stand up. They could only watch the life-threatening sword hanging high above their heads.
"It's over!"
"The Ancient Clan is finished!"
All the disciples of the ancient clan watched this scene, the blood drained from their faces, leaving only endless despair and fear.
Their saintly ancestor, the leader of the ancient clan, was about to be killed in front of them.
Once the ancestor dies, their ancient clan will be completely destroyed and become the dust of history.
"Holy Lord, save me!"
At this critical moment of life and death, the ancestor of the Peng family used up his last bit of strength and let out a shrill roar towards the depths of the ancient clan.
"Holy Lord!"
The other three ancestors seemed to have grasped the last straw, their faces filled with fear, and they all roared in that direction.
Just as Ye Chen was about to chop down his sword, a terrifying aura of an acquired saint burst out from the depths of the ancient clan.
The atmosphere was ancient and vicissitudes, with a sense of decay and old age.
"Youngster, stop being so arrogant!"
A white-haired figure appeared in front of the four saint ancestors like a ghost.
He was hunched over, with a haggard face and sunken eye sockets, like a dried corpse that had just crawled out of a coffin, and his whole body exuded a dead aura.
Although his qi and blood were withered, the supreme majesty of this acquired saint was like a mountain, suppressing the entire world.
"How dare you, youngster, come to my ancient clan and cause trouble!"
The ancient clan's holy leader suddenly opened his cloudy old eyes, shooting out two terrifying rays of light, staring at Ye Chen.
"You have a way to die!"
The voice was vicissitudes of life, but it contained murderous intent.
Ye Chen raised a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth when facing this acquired saint.
"He's just a dying person who forced himself to break through the realm, damaged his own foundation, and damaged his blood and energy."
"Why should I be afraid?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen activated the Jinghong Sword in his hand. The red dust sword intent flowed on the sword, emitting an aura of annihilation.
"Try to take my sword!"
Ye Chen shouted loudly, his voice shaking the sky.
"Nirvana in the world!"
Another sword was slashed out, and the majestic mortal sword intent tore through the void, rushing madly towards the ancient clan's holy leader.
"you……"
After Ye Chen revealed the truth, a trace of anger flashed across the face of the Holy Lord of the Ancient Clan.
"Humph! Even if my foundation is damaged, I am still a post-natal saint. I cannot be underestimated by a junior like you who has just entered the sainthood!"
He snorted coldly, and tremendous power burst out from his skinny body. He clenched his dry right hand into the air, and a pitch-black crutch appeared in his hand out of thin air.
It was a holy vessel.
"break!"
The Holy Lord of the Ancient Clan roared, and the crutch in his hand, carrying the force of thunder, blasted towards the Red Dust Sword Intent that was coming towards Ye Chen.
A black lightning as thick as a bucket shot out from the crutch.
"boom!"
The sword intent and thunder collided in mid-air.
In an instant, heaven and earth were silent.
The terrifying energy storm raged wildly in all directions with the collision point as its center.
The space within the ancient clan's small world was distorted again under the impact of this force.
“Crack!”
Countless tiny space cracks spread densely across the entire sky like a spider web.
In this terrifying storm, the disciples of the ancient clan were blown all over the place like fallen leaves in a strong wind.
"ah!"
Sharp screams resounded through the sky.
The bodies of many weaker disciples were directly shredded by the storm, turning into blood mist and dissipating in the air.
"puff!"
The Holy Lord of the Ancient Clan was the first to be hit, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.
The hunched body flew backwards like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the ruins, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"The Holy Lord... was defeated?"
The surviving members of the ancient tribe were completely in despair.
The last straw in their hearts, the Holy Lord of the acquired saint... was defeated.
The entire ancient clan fell into deathly silence again, with only endless fear spreading.
“Ahem…”
"You...how come you are so strong?"
In the ruins, the Holy Lord of the Ancient Clan struggled to get up, his face full of wrinkles trembling, his eyes full of disbelief.
"How can a man who is nearing the end of his life know how powerful I am!"
Ye Chen held the Jinghong Sword in his hand and walked towards the Holy Lord of the Ancient Clan step by step. With every step he took, the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and the murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"Now, the Ancient Clan can be completely destroyed."
His voice was icy cold, echoing in the dead silence of the space, like the sentence of death.
"Humph, you little brat, do you think you can win just like that?"
The despair on the withered face of the ancient clan's Holy Lord faded away, and was replaced by a look of crazy determination and fierce eyes.
He knew that if he didn't recover to his peak strength, the entire ancient clan would be completely destroyed by Ye Chen today.
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