76: Chapter 76: The Overbearing Nature of the Nascent Soul Ancestor

Boom—!

Above Wanbao Pavilion, battle erupted in an instant!

Six Golden Cores from the Six Sects and six Golden Cores from the Jing Country Imperial Family clashed in a chaotic fight!

Sword Qi crisscrossed and Spells roared; the shockwaves of colliding spiritual power surged like raging waves. The Foundation Establishment Cultivators below didn't dare draw near at all, only able to besiege the Six Sects' Disciples from afar.

Blood Fiend Old Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, watching it all with a cold sneer, blood mist roiling around him as he prepared to strike at any moment.

"Finished, we're finished..." Xiao Yuan cowered in his room, watching the tragic battle outside through the window, his face turning green.

The Golden Core battle in the sky—every strike was enough to destroy this entire region. If Wanbao Pavilion hadn't been protected by Formations, it would have been flattened long ago.

But what alarmed him even more was the blood-colored light barrier growing thicker around them—the Great Refining Formation was taking shape!

Once the grand Formation was fully activated, everyone here would die!

Xiao Yuan felt like crying. If he had known earlier, he would have found a place to hide. Now he was in deep trouble!

He tried burrowing underground—no good, the ground had already been sealed off by the Formation.

Charge into the sky? That was seeking death.

Hide here? Once the grand Formation was completed, it would still be death.

"Dead either way..." Xiao Yuan bit his teeth and silently began preparing his Formation Flags.

Fighting for a chance was better than waiting to die!

Just as he was about to rush out and fight with everything he had—

BOOM!!!

An overwhelmingly terrifying pressure descended from the sky like the collapsing heavens!

Everyone present, whether Golden Core or Foundation Establishment, felt their bodies sink as if pressed down by an invisible giant mountain!

Xiao Yuan was pinned down so hard he couldn't even move.

"Th-this is... what?!" His eyes widened, his heart shaken violently.

Nascent Soul!

Definitely Nascent Soul!

In the sky, a golden sword light tore through the air!

As the sword light dispersed, a white-robed figure was revealed—white hair and a white beard, with the air of an immortal sage, yet his eyes contained monstrous rage!

"Jing Country Imperial Family, how dare you!"

His voice was not loud, yet it exploded like thunder, ringing everyone's eardrums with a buzz.

The faces of Prince Zhenshan of Jing and the other five Golden Cores drastically changed!

"Jian Wuming! It's Tianjian Sect Grand Elder Jian Wuming!"

Blood Fiend Old Daoist's expression also changed, and he subconsciously backed away a few steps.

The rescued Junior Sister's eyes lit up instantly upon seeing the newcomer, trembling with excitement!

"Grandpa!"

Throwing all caution to the wind, she shot into the sky and threw herself toward the white-robed old man!

Jian Wuming caught his granddaughter. The anger on his face lessened slightly, a trace of distress flashing in his eyes. "Lass, are you alright?"

Junior Sister burst into tears, pointing at the Jing Country Imperial Family and Blood Fiend Old Daoist below. "Grandpa, they captured me! They wanted to refine me into a Medicinal Pill! If Senior Brother and Senior Sister hadn't saved me, I wouldn't have been able to see you again!"

The killing intent in Jian Wuming's eyes instantly surged!

"Good, very good."

He looked at Prince Zhenshan of Jing and the others, uttering word by word, "To lay a hand on Jian Wuming's granddaughter, you truly have immense audacity."

Prince Zhenshan of Jing turned pale. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

In his heart, astonishment and anger clashed. How on earth had his men kidnapped this little terror? Now they were done for!

Jian Wuming raised his hand—

—and merely gave a gentle wave!

BOOM!!!

A terrifying sword beam swept across!

The Foundation Establishment Cultivators who were setting up the Great Refining Formation didn't even have time to scream before being slashed into blood mist by the sword beam!

With a single blow, at least several hundred people were reduced to ashes!

Immediately after, the sword beam's momentum remained unabated, cleaving directly toward the six Jing Country Golden Cores!

"Ah—!"

Prince Zhenshan of Jing and the others were horrified, desperately resisting. But how could a Golden Core block a strike from a Nascent Soul?

All six coughed up blood and flew backward at the same time, severely injured!

Blood Fiend Old Daoist was not spared either; caught by the edge of the sword beam, the blood mist around his body exploded, and he fell with an agonized cry!

"Beneath Nascent Soul, all are ants..." Xiao Yuan lay on the ground, watching with a surge of excitement.

Is this the strength of a Nascent Soul expert?

Too terrifying!

Jian Wuming looked coldly at the severely injured Golden Cores and raised his hand, preparing to end them completely—

Just at that moment!

"Fellow Daoist, wait!"

A somber voice resounded.

A black figure appeared out of thin air, standing in front of Jian Wuming.

The newcomer wore a black robe, with an aged face and a gloomy, strange aura that was equally unfathomable—a Nascent Soul!

The Jing Country Imperial Family's sole Old Ancestor, Jing Tianxiong!

Jian Wuming narrowed his eyes. "Jing Tianxiong, you wish to block me as well?"

Jing Tianxiong had an unsightly expression, but he still cupped his hands. "Fellow Daoist Jian, this matter was indeed my Jing Country's fault. But things have reached this point; killing more people serves no benefit. Why don't we sit down and discuss compensation?"

He spoke quite lightly, glossing right over the fact that the Jing Country Imperial Family had just been preparing to refine the people of the Six Sects.

Obviously, after this Old Ancestor Jian Wuming appeared, refining the people of the Six Sects today had become impossible!

Xiao Yuan was overjoyed in his heart!

At this moment, Jian Wuming sneered, "Compensation? My granddaughter was almost refined into a Medicinal Pill by you lot, and you talk to me about compensation?"

Jing Tianxiong was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Then what do you want?"

In the sky, two terrifying auras confronted each other, like two grand mountains weighing down so heavily that no one could breathe.

Jian Wuming's white hair fluttered, Sword Qi surging all around him; every single thread of Sword Intent was enough to tear through the Void Realm.

He looked at Jing Tianxiong and sneered, "What do I want?"

He raised his hand, pointing his sword fingers at Jing Tianxiong, speaking word by word:

"I don't want much. I just want to—wipe out your Jing Country Imperial Family!"

Before his voice had even faded, Sword Qi soared into the heavens!

Everyone present sucked in a breath of cold air.

Xiao Yuan lay there watching this, his eyes going wide. "Holy shit... Is this a Sword Cultivator of the Tianjian Sect? That's fucking overbearing!"

Destroying someone's line of inheritance over a disagreement—but given the current situation, can he really destroy them?!

Jing Tianxiong's face turned ash-pale. Looking icy, he stared at Jian Wuming and said coldly, "Jian Wuming, you have the capability to destroy my Jing Country, but are you certain you can kill me?"

Jian Wuming narrowed his eyes.

Jing Tianxiong continued, "Both of us are at the Early Nascent Soul stage. If we truly fight, I might not be your match. But if I want to leave, can you stop me?"

He looked around, gazing at the Six Sects' Disciples below, a sinister gleam flashing in his eyes:

"Once I leave, I will camp outside your Tianjian Sect's mountain gate. Every Disciple that comes out, I'll kill one; if two come out, I'll kill a pair. I'd like to see just how many people you can protect!"

The moment these words were uttered, everyone's expressions changed!

The Tianjian Sect Disciples turned deathly pale, and those Golden Core Elders also showed looks of apprehension.

The threat of a Nascent Soul Cultivator was no joke!

The rage in Jian Wuming's eyes burned even hotter, but he didn't refute it—because he knew Jing Tianxiong was telling the truth.

If a Nascent Soul Cultivator wanted to flee, someone of the same realm would find it hard to stop him. And once the opponent retaliated recklessly, low-tier Disciples would be lambs to the slaughter.

Just then, the Golden Core Elders of the other Five Sects spoke up one after another:

"Senior Jian, calm your anger! This matter requires further deliberation!"

"Yes, indeed! There's no need to fight to mutual destruction!"

"Though the Jing Country Imperial Family was in the wrong, not many of our Six Sects' Disciples actually died..."

"Right, right! Enmities should be resolved, not deepened!"

They didn't dare seek revenge. If they took Jian Wuming's side right now and earned Jing Tianxiong's grudge, their own small lives might be forfeited.

Jian Wuming's face was dark as iron. Sweeping his gaze across them, he said, "Are you saying this matter should just be dropped?"

He felt disappointed inside. This bunch really couldn't see the situation clearly, and every single one of them was selfish to the core.