25: Is the ancestor dead?

Tens of millions of astral swords hung in the firmament, completely blotting out the midday sun.

The entire Tianyan City was plunged into an eerie ghostly blue.

That was not the night, but a Domain of death condensed from pure Sword Qi.

Every beam of starlight was locked onto a vital point of Ancestor Zishan.

"Fall."

Su Xuanchen's finger pressed down gently.

Boom!

The heavenly river burst its banks.

Tens of millions of astral divine swords, accompanied by ear-piercing sonic booms, transformed into a rain of light capable of destroying all things in the world, pouring down toward Ancestor Zishan!

There was no space to dodge.

There was no room to breathe.

This was an all-encompassing saturation strike.

"Aaaah! Block it for me!!"

Ancestor Zishan let out a shrill roar.

The shadow of death loomed over his heart; this veteran Saint who had lived for tens of thousands of years had gone completely mad.

Poof!

He slammed a palm violently against his own chest.

A large mouthful of golden Saint's heart blood was sprayed onto the saint slaying bow as if it were worthless.

He was overdrawing his Origin!

He was trading his life for even a single second of survival!

Buzz—!

The saint slaying bow seemed to come alive, its body vibrating violently, letting out a ghostly wail that sounded as if it came from the depths of Hell.

A pillar of world-destroying light, pitch-black as ink and hundreds of feet in diameter, erupted from the bowstring, surging upward to stubbornly withstand the rain of astral swords falling from the sky!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Black light and starlight collided and dissolved frantically in mid-air.

Space shattered like fragile glass, exploding into countless pitch-black cracks from which Chaos astral winds howled forth.

"I blocked it... I blocked it!"

Ancestor Zishan was bleeding from his seven orifices, his hair disheveled, his withered old face twisted into a clump from extreme exertion, and his eyes flickered with the madness of a survivor.

"Su Xuanchen! You cannot kill me!"

"Once my Elder brother leaves seclusion, I will surely tear your body into ten thousand pieces and extract your Soul to refine it!!"

He was gambling.

Gambling that a massive Move like Su Xuanchen's consumed too much and could not be sustained.

However.

Atop the high platform.

Su Xuanchen looked at the old thing still putting up a desperate struggle, a hint of boredom flashing in his eyes.

"To be able to block the Ten Thousand Stars Forming Swords, this bow is actually quite decent."

He offered an evaluation.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand, fingers splayed and palm facing upward.

"Since quantity cannot kill you."

"Then let's try quality."

Su Xuanchen gave a cold smile.

Rumble!

Above the firmament, that vast river of stars suddenly stopped flowing.

All the stars, all the radiance, in this instant, seemed to receive some supreme summons and began to converge frantically toward a single point!

Collapse!

Condense!

In just the blink of an eye.

The stars filling the sky vanished.

Taking their place, floating above Su Xuanchen's head, only the size of a fist yet radiating a purple-gold divine glow, was the—

Emperor Star!

As soon as this Emperor Star appeared, all the Laws between heaven and earth seemed to freeze.

A supreme domineering intent of 'In heaven and on earth, I alone am honored' instantly filled the entire Void Realm!

Inside the Purple Heaven Palace.

The Quasi-Saint Sect Masters from the Eastern Region, the moment this Emperor Star appeared, all felt their legs go weak and knelt on the ground uncontrollably!

It was a tremor from the depths of their Souls!

It was an instinctive submission to a higher level of life!

"This... what kind of Move is this?!"

The Sect Master of Hunyuan Sect pressed his head firmly against the ground, his whole body shaking like a sieve, not even having the courage to glance at that Emperor Star.

Su Xuanchen held that Emperor Star in one hand.

As if he were holding a Universe.

He looked down at Ancestor Zishan, who was still struggling to endure, his voice flat, like a pronouncement of sentence.

"Third Sword."

"Emperor Star."

As the words fell.

He flicked his wrist.

That purple-gold Emperor Star instantly elongated, transforming into a purple-gold small sword only three feet long but condensed to the extreme.

Whoosh!

There was no world-shaking momentum.

There were no phenomena tearing the firmament.

This Sword of the Emperor Star vanished the moment it appeared.

It ignored space.

It ignored time.

It even ignored the world-destroying light pillar that Ancestor Zishan was desperately maintaining.

The next second.

Poof.

A soft sound.

Like the sound of a bubble bursting.

In the sky, that pitch-black world-destroying light pillar instantly collapsed.

The madness, malice, and ferocity on Ancestor Zishan's face all froze at that moment.

At the center of his brow.

A red dot appeared.

Immediately after.

That red dot rapidly expanded.

Purple-gold cracks, starting from his brow, instantly covered his entire body!

"No..."

Ancestor Zishan opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something.

But his vocal cords had already disappeared.

His body, along with his Divine Soul, began to annihilate inch by inch under that overbearingly peerless power of the Emperor Star!

There was no flesh and blood flying everywhere.

There were no miserable screams or wails.

It was like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser.

A veteran Saint who had lived for tens of thousands of years and awed an entire region.

Just like that.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Silently and breathlessly, he completely vanished from between heaven and earth.

Only that pitch-black saint slaying bow, having lost its master's control, let out a mournful cry and fell from the sky.

And the hideous cracks in the Void Realm remained, speaking of the terror of that strike just now.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire world seemed to have its mute button pressed.

Inside the Purple Heaven Palace, countless guests remained in a kneeling position, cold sweat drenching their backs, yet they didn't even dare to take a loud breath.

Just like that... he's dead?

A powerhouse of the Second Layer of the Saint Realm didn't even leave behind a bone?

Su Xuanchen reached out a hand.

The falling saint slaying bow turned into a streak of light and obediently landed in his hand.

He toyed with it for a moment, feeling the terrifying Evil Qi contained within the bow's body, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Good stuff."

"It'll serve perfectly as a betrothal gift for Lingxi."

As he spoke, he gave a casual wave of his hand.

Buzz!

A gentle force swept across the firmament.

The blood rain phenomenon that was about to fall due to the Saint's death was directly erased by this force before it could even take shape.

The sky became clear and the air fresh.

A pleasant breeze blew gently.

It was as if that world-shaking battle just now was merely an illusion.

"Alright."

Su Xuanchen turned around and looked at the group of guests who were already scared witless, that gentle smile once again hanging on his face.

"The fly has been swatted to death."

"Continue the music, continue the dance."

Everyone: "..."

Play music?

Who would dare to play music at a time like this!

Everyone's legs are weak, okay!

Even the Elders of the Su Family looked at each other, swallowing their saliva before they barely managed to recover from the shock.

"Old... Old Ancestor is invincible!"

Su Jingyuan was the first to react, letting out a hoarse, wild roar.

This roar seemed to flip a certain switch.

"Old Ancestor is invincible!!"

"Long live the Su Family!!"

The million members of the Su Family burst into cheers like a mountain tsunami!

It was a frantic venting after being suppressed to the extreme!

They won!

Not only did they win, it was a total crush!

From now on, in this Sacred Ruins Continent, who would dare to look down on the Su Family even a little bit?!

Atop the high platform.

Gu Lingshuang stared blankly at the man toying with the saint slaying bow.

A corner of her red bridal veil had been lifted by the storm earlier, revealing her beautiful yet stunned face.

Gu Lingshuang felt that her experience from her Rebirth was simply a joke in front of this man.

He was like a bottomless black hole.

Just when you thought you saw through his trump cards.

He casually threw out another winning hand.

Just as the atmosphere of the entire venue was about to become heated again.

Buzz!

The space outside Tianyan City suddenly shook violently!

A massive teleportation light gate appeared out of thin air!

Immediately after.

Surges of powerful Auras gushed out from within that light gate!

"Hahaha! The Old Ancestor's Divine Might!"

"Those ants of the Su Family must have been slaughtered by the Old Ancestor until not a single piece remains!"

"Brothers! Charge!"

"Loot the Su Family's treasury clean! Kill all the men and take away the women!"

Accompanied by bursts of extremely arrogant wild laughter.

Hundreds of warships, carrying a dense army of Cultivators, rushed out from the teleportation gate!

The leader was a man wearing the Sect Master's robes of the Myriad Spirits Sect, holding a top-grade Spiritual Artifact longsword, his face glowing red with high spirits!

It was the Sect Master of Ten Thousand Spirits Sect!

He had brought all the elites of the Myriad Spirits Sect and even pulled in several first-rate forces subordinate to them, a full army of a hundred thousand Cultivators, aggressively arriving to "collect the corpses"!

In his view.

With the Old Ancestor personally taking action with the saint slaying bow, that newly promoted Saint of the Su Family must have long since been finished.

Now was the perfect time to kick them while they were down and divide the Su Family's territory!

"Little brats of the Su Family! Hurry up and kneel down to ac... ac..."

The roar of the Sect Master of Ten Thousand Spirits Sect came to an abrupt halt the moment he saw the scene before him.

He was like a rooster that had its neck suddenly squeezed.

His eyeballs widened bit by bit.

His mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist.

He saw ahead.

Tianyan City was completely intact.

The Purple Heaven Palace radiated divine light.

Countless guests were holding wine glasses, looking at him with the kind of expression one uses for an idiot.

And atop that high platform.

That handsome young man in the groom's wedding attire was toying with a pitch-black great bow in his hand, watching him with a playful look.

That bow... why did it look so familiar?

Wasn't that the Old Ancestor's saint slaying bow?!