127: Chapter 86 Revenge!

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth and once again unleashed Sword Dao Thunder Sound.

Nine sword lights differentiated and transformed into nine bolts of thunder, slashing toward the wind blades.

The sword lights collided with the wind blades, exploding into a blinding light.

Three sword lights shattered; the wind blades were weakened by more than half, but their remaining momentum was undiminished as they headed straight for Chen Xuan's chest.

He dodged sideways, but the wind blade grazed his left arm, tearing open his sleeve as blood immediately gushed out.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's second wind blade arrived.

Chen Xuan no longer had the strength to dodge.

His mana was completely exhausted, the Meridians in his body ached faintly, and the Purple Mansion in his Dantian was dim and devoid of light.

Liu Lili rushed over, blocking in front of him.

The Bright Moon Sword Qi condensed into a shield of light, blocking the wind blade.

The light shield shattered, Liu Lili let out a muffled groan, and the blood at the corner of her mouth grew thicker.

But she did not retreat.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle opened its beak for the third time.

This time, a cyan light shone from the depths of its throat, brighter and denser than the previous two times.

It was condensing its final strength, intending to completely wipe both of them out in one strike.

Chen Xuan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He had no trump cards left.

His talisman treasures had been exhausted during the Northern Expedition, and his last bit of Sword Qi had been depleted in the chaotic battle in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.

His mana was bottoming out, his minor Divine Ability Laughter of the Vast Sea had limited lethality against a Golden Core Yao Beast, and although Sword Dao Thunder Sound was sharp, it could not break through the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's feather defense.

The Mountain Lifting Divine Ability required a massive amount of earth-attribute Spiritual Qi, but there was only rock and gale here.

His Shuiyue Mountain minor Divine Ability had not yet reached Major Achievement; it was more than enough to deal with Foundation Establishment, but a joke against Golden Core.

For the first time, he felt powerless.

It was also the first time he so clearly realized that there was a chasm between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core.

Just at this moment, a long cry came from the horizon.

The cry was like a Dragon's roar, resounding through the clouds.

Several streaks of light flew in from the edge of the sky, moving extremely fast, reaching the cliff top in the blink of an eye.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a thin face, his Foundation Establishment Late Stage aura as thick as a mountain.

Chen Xuan recognized him.

Wang Ling.

The eldest son of his second life, an Inner Sect Elder of the Fusheng Sect, at the Peak of Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

Chen Xuan also recognized the Cultivators behind him.

Wang Quan, Wang Qingfeng, Chen Xuanji.

And several other Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Wang family's collateral branches.

They were all his descendants.

In his second life, he founded the Qingyuan Chamber of Commerce, with hundreds of children and thousands of grandchildren.

Among those descendants, those with outstanding Aptitude were sent by him to the Fusheng Sect to cultivate.

Decades had passed, and they had all grown up; the weakest among them was at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment.

Wang Ling landed beside Chen Xuan and bowed.

"Immortal Master Yun, the Qingyuan Chamber of Commerce received news that you had ventured deep into the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, so we have come specifically to assist."

"This Great Yao is a blood enemy to us, and now its strength has decayed to less than one percent!"

"Heaven is helping us!"

His tone was calm, but his gaze lingered on Chen Xuan's face for an extra moment.

Wang Quan landed on the right side of the cliff top, his long sword already unsheathed, the mana of his Foundation Establishment Middle Stage circulating on the blade.

He did not speak, only glanced at the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle, then looked at Chen Xuan, and nodded slightly.

Wang Qingfeng landed on the left, her Foundation Establishment Middle Stage aura steady and harmonious; her gaze lingered on Chen Xuan for a long time, and her brows knitted slightly.

Chen Xuanji landed at the very back.

She was the youngest, yet her Foundation Establishment Middle Stage aura was the sharpest, and her face bore a thirty percent resemblance to Chen Xuan in his second life.

She looked at Chen Xuan, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she only bowed.

Chen Xuan nodded in response, not saying much.

Now was not the time for reminiscing.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle saw the reinforcements of the Human Race, and a trace of wariness flashed in its eyes.

But it did not retreat.

This was its nest, its territory.

It had lived here for hundreds of years, growing from a small Qi Refining Yao to a Golden Core Great Yao.

It would not retreat.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle spread its wings and let out a long cry toward the sky.

The cry was like thunder, echoing in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.

It was summoning its kin.

But it forgot that the Iron-Backed Flood Dragon was already dead, and the Nine-Tailed Fox was nowhere to be found.

There were no Golden Core Great Yao left in the north who could come to save it.

Wang Ling drew his sword, his Foundation Establishment Late Stage aura erupting with full force.

"Form the array."

The several Wang family Foundation Establishment Cultivators moved simultaneously.

They dispersed, occupying different positions, their Magical Artifacts lighting up at the same time.

The spiritual light connected, forming a huge net of light that enveloped the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle.

This was the Fusheng Sect's Demon-Trapping Array, which worked on the same principle as the Liuyang Sword Sect's array.

Wang Ling presided over the eye of the array, his Foundation Establishment Late Stage mana continuously pouring into the light net.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's Golden Core flew out of its mouth, smashing against the light net.

The light net trembled violently, but it did not shatter.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Wang Ling's mouth, but his eyes remained steady.

"Suppress."

He spat out a single word.

Wang Quan, Wang Qingfeng, and Chen Xuanji simultaneously increased their mana output, and the cracks on the light net slowly healed.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's Golden Core smashed against it again.

This time, the light net still did not shatter.

But Wang Ling's complexion turned whiter, and Wang Quan's breathing began to quicken.

Chen Xuan did not waste this opportunity.

He channeled the little mana left in his body and once again unleashed Sword Dao Thunder Sound.

Nine sword lights differentiated and transformed into nine bolts of thunder, slashing toward the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's broken wing.

Liu Lili also tried her best, the Bright Moon Sword Qi slashing toward the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's single eye.

Wang Quan let go of the array eye, leaped up, and thrust his long sword into the stump of the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's left wing.

The sword tip pierced into the flesh and stirred.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle let out a shrill screech.

Wang Qingfeng leaped from the side, her sword light slashing at the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's neck.

Feathers flew, and blood gushed out.

Chen Xuanji stepped on the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's wing and climbed onto its back.

Her sword pierced into the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's spine, the tip of the sword stuck in the gap between the bones and could not be pulled out.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's body twisted wildly, throwing Chen Xuanji off.

She flipped in the air and landed steadily, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained sharp.

Chen Xuan stepped on the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's wing and climbed onto its neck.

He pulled out his dagger and stabbed it fiercely into the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's blinded right eye.

The dagger pierced into the eye socket, burying all the way to the hilt.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's screech turned into a wail.

Its body began to sway.

The light in its single eye dimmed bit by bit.

The wailing grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, its body collapsed with a crash, smashing onto the rocks on the cliff top.

The rocks shattered, and dust flew.

The Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's single eye was still open, but the light in its pupil had dissipated.

Chen Xuan jumped down from its neck and stood beside its head.

He looked down at the giant eagle head, looked at that bleeding single eye, and looked at that mouth that had torn him to shreds in his second life.

He had waited a long time.

Two lifetimes.

From dying under the claws of the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle in his second life, to killing it with his own hands in his third life.

He had waited for two lifetimes.

Chen Xuan squatted down and reached out to touch the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle's feathers.

The feathers were very hard.

His fingers were trembling slightly.

It was not fear; it was excitement.

The grudge of two lifetimes had finally been avenged.

But it was not avenged by him alone.

It was avenged by his descendants.

It was his Bloodline, his Legacy.

Chen Xuan stood up, took a deep breath, and suppressed the waves in his heart.

He turned to look at Wang Ling.

Wang Ling was looking at him, a strange light in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, thank you."

Wang Ling shook his head.

"Immortal Master Yun, you are too kind."

"When President Wang was alive, he often said that the Foundation of the Qingyuan Chamber of Commerce was built by him; even though he is gone, the connection remains."

His voice was a bit hoarse.

"Besides, I see the shadow of some old friends in you."