137: Chapter 137 The Arrival of Sages

"So, Senior, are you determined to take their lives?" Ancestor Zhou furrowed his brows.

But in the eyes of the Third Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect, what was the use of having many people?

It was uncertain if this group of old fogies could even withstand a single Move of his.

"That's right! Those who killed my Disciple must die!" The Third Elder's tone was cold and hard.

Fury was almost bursting from his chest.

The Tyrant Blade Sect had lost several experts this time.

What pained him the most was the tragic death of his Personal Disciple, Yang Ming.

"No need to waste words with him; if we're going to fight, then let's fight!" Old Man Chen checked on Chen Yan's condition, and his heart was already burning with anger.

Chen Yan was currently at the end of his rope, with only half his life left.

He needed an outlet to vent his overflowing fury.

"Old Man Chen, don't be impulsive!" The Ancestor of the Xiang Clan hurriedly tried to dissuade him, his gaze locked tightly onto him.

"Hmph! If we all attack together, I don't believe we can't kill him!" Old Man Chen snorted coldly.

Completely ignoring the dissuasion, he moved and charged forward first.

"Sigh!" Ancestor Zhou sighed helplessly, but in the end, he leaped to follow.

The other ancestors exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.

They were all connected, sharing the same glory and the same losses.

At this moment, there was no turning back.

"Very well! Since you dare to attack me, I will let you witness the methods of the Third Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect!" The Third Elder looked around at the crowd surrounding him.

A pitch-black saber suddenly appeared in his palm, and a biting Evil Qi instantly swept across the entire field.

The expressions of Ancestor Zhou and the others changed abruptly, their brows furrowed.

The Aura exuded by this black saber alone was enough to make one's heart tremble.

It showed just how terrifying its power was.

"It seems today will be our final battle." Ancestor Qin took a deep breath, his tone resolute.

Things had come to this; there was only the option to fight to the death.

They were all old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years, and their Lifespan was already running low.

It would be better to fight to the death and leave behind a heroic reputation.

The Third Elder had no intention of reminiscing with them; he sank his frame and roared.

"Tyrant Blade Art, First Move — Hundred-Man Slash!"

The pitch-black saber had already been swung, and the violent saber Aura caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

A black saber phantom hundreds of zhang long appeared out of thin air.

It swept toward the gathered ancestors with the momentum to destroy heaven and earth.

"Boom—"

Wherever the phantom passed, space cracked and roared.

A terrifying wave of energy swept in all directions.

"Not good!" Ancestor Zhou's expression changed drastically.

With a wave of his large hand, he shouted sharply, "Sword, come!"

Seeing this, Princess Zhou Zhiyan did not dare to hesitate for a moment.

She immediately threw the Longquan Sword over.

"Clang!"

The long sword cut through the air, and just as Ancestor Zhou gripped the hilt, the black saber phantom had already reached right before his eyes.

The other ancestors had already stood together behind Ancestor Zhou.

They poured all of their thick Spiritual Qi into his back, joining forces to block this fatal blow.

"Pfft—"

With a muffled thud, Ancestor Zhou and all the others were shaken into spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Their bodies retreated several steps, and their Auras instantly withered.

"The... the gap in the Saint Realm... is it... is it really this vast!" Ancestor Zhou looked at the Third Elder with eyes full of unwillingness.

As the main attacker, he had suffered the most severe injuries.

As soon as he finished speaking, his vision went black, and he fainted.

"So weak and vulnerable." The Third Elder shook his head.

His gaze swept indifferently over the ancestors lying on the ground.

"You trash, after I finish my revenge, I will come back to deal with you."

As he finished speaking, his figure surged.

He shot toward Xiang Tian like a black bolt of lightning.

He shouted sharply, "Brat, give me your life!"

Immediately after, he swung his saber down toward Xiang Tian's head.

"It's over!" Qin Batian's face was ashen.

Even several ancestors joining forces were no match.

What power of resistance could they, the junior Disciples, possibly have?

"Xiang Tian..." Xiahou Yun gripped Xiang Tian's hand tightly.

A thousand words were stuck in her throat, but there was no time to say them.

The other women also gathered around Xiang Tian, their eyes resolute.

"Xiang Tian, being able to die with you, I..." Ouyang Miaomiao clenched her fists tightly.

The other women all wore the same expression.

"I bet a pack of spicy..." Xiang Tian had just started to speak before coughing twice and quickly correcting himself.

"Ahem, I mean we won't die."

If there were truly a threat to his life, the System would have already reminded him to run away.

"Xiang Tian, don't try to comfort us." Ouyang Huamei boldly leaned her head on his shoulder.

"What a pity, in the end, I never got to Dual Cultivate with you."

Since they were going to die anyway, why worry about the existence of the first wife?

"Clang—"

A piercing sound of metal colliding suddenly rang out, breaking the sorrowful atmosphere.

"Hall Master An!" Feng Jiu, who had already been ashen-faced, suddenly saw a light ignite in her eyes.

A beautiful figure in red was standing in the air, her appearance stunning.

Her red gauze dress fluttered in the wind.

The long sword in her hand pointed directly at the Third Elder, her Aura imposing.

"Third Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect, why are you killing the people of my Lotus Society?" Hall Master An's tone was icy.

"I am killing Xiang Tian; it has nothing to do with the Lotus Society." The Third Elder said indifferently.

As for those who were caught in the crossfire, they were nothing but ants in his eyes.

"Xiang Tian? I'm afraid you don't know yet, he is our Society Master's husband, and absolutely cannot be killed!" Hall Master An's expression did not change, but her tone carried an unquestionable firmness.

"You say he is, so he is?" A trace of impatience flashed in the Third Elder's eyes.

He backhanded another saber strike, the blade's momentum still fierce.

"Presumptuous! How dare you ignore our Society Master like this!" Hall Master An's dark brows furrowed, and she twisted her wrist.

Her long sword precisely blocked this fatal saber strike.

Immediately after, the two became entangled in battle, their figures crossing.

They fought from the ground to high in the sky, their Moves ruthless, each one fatal.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Loud noises echoed between heaven and earth.

Energy waves swept in all directions, making people tremble with fear.

The Third Elder seemed to have lost his mind; even while entangled with Hall Master An, he kept his eyes fixed on Xiang Tian, wanting to find an opportunity to bypass her and ambush him.

"Hmph! With me here, don't you dare touch a single hair on Xiang Tian!" Hall Master An saw through his intentions and tried her best to block him, parrying all of his attacks.

Just as the two were locked in an inseparable battle, a cold voice suddenly came.

"Third Elder, you continue to fight; I will take revenge for you!"

Xiang Tian and the others looked toward the sound.

They saw an old man dressed in black robes approaching rapidly.

The black robes fluttered in the wind; it was the Fifth Elder of the Yinshi Sect.

He flipped his palm, and a pitch-black giant palm that blotted out the sky appeared out of thin air.

It slapped down toward Xiang Tian and the others.

"This time, it's really completely over." Xiang Yuan took a deep breath and closed his eyes in despair.

"Presumptuous! Who dares to touch my Ouyang Family's people?" An old and dignified voice suddenly rang out, breaking the atmosphere of despair.

Everyone saw an old man with black Qi swirling around his body rushing over, his fingers quickly forming a seal.

He backhanded a palm strike toward that giant palm.

"Boom—"

The giant palm that blotted out the sky instantly collapsed, turning into black Qi that filled the sky and dissipated without a trace.

"Old... Old Ancestor?" The people of the Ouyang Family looked at the old man with faces full of astonishment.

Although this person's figure and appearance were identical to Ancestor Ouyang, the strange black Qi swirling around his body made him seem like a completely different person from the ancestor they remembered.

"Hmm? Is there really such a strong expert in Youzhou?" The Fifth Elder of the Yinshi Sect furrowed his brows, his face full of confusion.

This was completely different from the intelligence he had gathered over many years.

When did such hidden top-tier combat power appear within the borders of Youzhou?

"The land of Youzhou is full of hidden talents; why can't there be someone like me?" Ancestor Ouyang sneered.

In a flash, he appeared in front of the Fifth Elder of the Yinshi Sect.

"Today, I will see exactly how much real skill you Elders of the great Sects have!"

"Bang!"

As he finished speaking, the two were already entangled in battle.

Black Qi and cold, Yin energy intertwined and collided, the momentum not a whit inferior to the other battle.

For a time, this area was engulfed in flames of war, with four Saint Realm experts fighting in pairs.

Terrifying waves of energy continued to spread, and the surrounding space was on the verge of shattering.

"Senior Sister, let's leave here quickly!" Ouyang Qing scanned the two fierce battlefields, her tone anxious.

If they stayed here any longer, just one ripple of the aftermath would be enough to cause all the Disciples of the Ouyang Family to perish.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

The continuous loud noises made people's eardrums ache.

Every collision was accompanied by the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Everyone was trembling in their hearts, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Second Junior Sister, it's probably even more dangerous outside the Phantom God Forest." Yu Yi furrowed her brows slightly, analyzing with a grave tone.

"Previously, the Yinshi Sect Master's Divine Sense Clone was destroyed; how could he let it go? And those forces we defeated, their higher-ups will inevitably take this opportunity to come for revenge. Perhaps a net of heaven and earth has already been set up outside the forest."

"Then what should we do?" Ouyang Qing fell into a dilemma.

Most of the Ouyang Family Disciples were only at the Martial King Realm.

In front of the aftermath of the Saint Realm, they had absolutely no power to resist.

Whether they stayed here or left, it seemed to be a dead end.