Published: February 26, 2025
“Whoosh!”
Fang Zixi soared into the sky holding the Divine Sword after retracting the Divine Vessel, and landed on the city tower, bringing with it a surge of blood that pierced through the skulls of ninety people.
The ninety people, with dazed expressions, had their souls extinguished on the spot.
“Run for your life!”
“Quick, flee for your lives and inform our emperor and the sovereign of the Eastern Continent Divine Sect about the attack from the Immortal Ancient Divine Race!”
Amidst the panicked and chaotic cries, millions of divine soldiers and generals surged out of the Western Town Divine City, scattering in all directions to escape.
“Die!”
Fang Zixi lightly parted her crimson lips, and her eyes glittered with a cold light. A vast expanse of Dao Ancestor Power surged forth like a boundless and formless tide, engulfing the enemies in the void with a mere breath.
Millions of enemies felt a terrifying binding force, as if mountains were pressing down upon them.
“No...”
“Ah!!”
The chilling screams were ceaseless, as the enemies trapped within the Dao Ancestor Power exploded into pieces.
In just a few breaths, the Western Town Divine City fell silent, blood and fragments of corpses scattered through the void, making the entire city appear as though it had been washed in blood...
“Whoosh!”
At this moment, in the vast Sea of Clouds in the eastern horizon, a purple beam of light suddenly appeared behind Yuwen Heng, as his right leg, like a whip, swept toward Yuwen Heng’s neck, collapsing the void in its wake.
“I’ll fight you to the end!” Yuwen Heng flipped his right hand, summoning a broad sword, and as the ancestral power of Wind and Thunder surged from his body, he leaned forward. Turning slightly, he slashed the broad sword through the void towards Tan Yun’s right leg.
Tan Yun swiftly withdrew his right leg, then suddenly bent it and brutally kicked Yuwen Heng’s right shoulder.
“Bang—Crack!”
The dull sound of impact was accompanied by a clear sound of bones fracturing, as Yuwen Heng’s right shoulder shattered, and his entire right arm holding the broad sword flew off his body.
“Ah... my arm!” Yuwen Heng let out a pig-like wail, his body flipping in mid-air, sent flying by a kick.
“Primordial Divine Step!”
Before Yuwen Heng could stabilize himself in mid-air, Tan Yun’s figure flickered and caught up with him.
“Come, sword!”
Tan Yun extended his right hand, drawing the broad sword that Yuwen Heng had dropped into his grasp. With a rise and fall of the sword, accompanied by a surge of blood, he severed Yuwen Heng’s left arm.
“No...” Yuwen Heng's screams abruptly stopped, as Tan Yun stepped forward in mid-air, his left hand gripping Yuwen Heng’s neck.
After discarding the broad sword, Tan Yun yanked the green pendant from Yuwen Heng’s neck.
“Primordial Divine Eye.”
A strange red light flickered in Tan Yun’s starry eyes, instantly rendering Yuwen Heng with a dazed expression.
“Tell me, forty million years ago, did you participate in the slaughter of my Immortal Ancient Divine Race?” Tan Yun coldly asked.
“Yes.” Yuwen Heng replied woodenly.
Tan Yun, filled with anger, questioned, “Do you know who participated in the siege of my Immortal Ancient Divine Race forty million years ago?”
Yuwen Heng replied, “There were the Eastern Continent Divine Sect, the Wenting Sect, the Cloud Saint Divine Pavilion…”
Yuwen Heng listed twelve powers in succession.
“Are there others?” Tan Yun inquired.
“Yes, but I’m not clear about the specific powers.” Yuwen Heng answered.
“Fu Chashu knows best, right?”
“Incorrect.”
“Then who knows best?”
“It’s my cousin.”
Tan Yun’s eyebrows furrowed as he pressed for more, “Who is your cousin?”
“My cousin is the current Eastern Continent Great Emperor.” Yuwen Heng stated.
“Good, very good,” Tan Yun laughed in anger, “What realm is the Eastern Continent Great Emperor in now?”
“Five hundred thousand years ago, when I saw him, he was still at the great perfection of the dao ancestor realm.” Yuwen Heng replied.