Protect Our Patriarch

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"Wang Long Yan!"

Liu Zhide's body swelled with Xuanqi, veins bulging on his aged face, his expression twisted and terrifying as he roared in madness.

It seemed as if only through this roar could he dispel the endless fear that Long Yan had instilled in him.

His consciousness and the purple-gold bowl had almost merged into one, floating above his head, with Xuanqi crazily pouring into the bowl along the trajectory of his consciousness.

"Buzz!~~~"

The purple-gold bowl trembled violently, emitting a heavy sound like the tolling of a bell, causing hearts to tremble.

At the same time, a heavy purple light poured down like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, enveloping his body and forming a thick purple shell-like shield.

"I will annihilate your entire clan!"

Liu Zhide roared, pouring all his strength into a punch towards Wang Long Yan. His fist was filled with purple light, as if a ball of purple flame was burning fiercely, destroying everything.

The punch was powerful and intimidating, like a landslide, causing the air to explode with a deafening sound.

This punch, with all his life's strength, was so formidable.

Even Ancestor Long Yan's expression became serious, she had to admit, Liu Zhide, a self-cultivator, was not a simple character to have come this far.

If he were born into the Xuanwu Clan, his achievements would probably be far greater.

But who was Wang Long Yan? Born with the awakening of a layer of Yuan Water bloodline, she achieved the Spirit Platform before she was thirty, awakening the special attribute of Xuan Ice bloodline. In the academy, she competed with the geniuses of the entire Longzuo Commandery, and by the age of sixty, she was a mid-stage Spirit Platform cultivator.

She had also attracted the attention of her master, Binglan, who took her as a core disciple and gave her the defensive spiritual tool, the Turtle Scale Shield, showing his high expectations for her future.

Could her journey be simply described as hard work?

She was extremely proud.

Seeing the opportunity, she wanted to use all her knowledge to break Liu's punch.

However, at this moment, she remembered Wang Shouzhe's earnest instructions before the battle.

Ancestor, this battle is about the turning point of the Wang's Clan's fate, even the establishment of a thousand-year foundation. Ancestor, you must not act impulsively, nor follow your temper.

Yes, she couldn't follow her temper.

Immediately, she gave up the idea of using force to prove her strength. Shouzhe had said that her task was to hold back the enemy and not get hurt.

She withdrew her sword!

Long Yan's sword emitted a series of light sounds, like the crisp and pleasant sound of bells in the wind. The surrounding air temperature dropped by dozens of degrees in an instant, and the invisible moisture in the air turned into countless icy frost.

With a stir of her sword, thousands of frost began to rotate violently, forming a dense frost storm, blocking Liu Zhide's powerful punch.

"Xuan Ice Sword Technique—Defensive Stance!"

At the same time, she kept retreating, avoiding his sharp edge.

Facing Liu Zhide, her sworn enemy whom she hated to the bone, every move she made was a killing move.

This was the first time Ancestor Long Yan had used a defensive stance!

Liu Zhide's punch hit the dense frost storm, it was like a punch with all his strength hitting an endless amount of cotton, the feeling of his punch falling into the void rebounded, causing his internal organs to shake and almost vomit blood.

What made him most uncomfortable was that he was in the frost storm, the rapidly dropping temperature made his body stiff, his movements were several beats slower, he had endless strength, but he couldn't use it.

He never dreamed that Wang Long Yan, who was impulsive and unparalleled in pride, would choose not to fight him head-on.

"Damn it! Wang Long Yan, you…" Liu Zhide's emotions were overly agitated, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that her tactics were effective, Ancestor Long Yan naturally continued to press on, displaying her elusive body technique, constantly fighting with Liu Zhide, never giving him a chance to fight head-on.

And Liu Zhide could only charge around like a wild bull, but he couldn't even touch Ancestor Long Yan's sleeve.

Meanwhile.

The situation in other places was also changing.

Zhao Bojun, who had also taken what seemed to be a high-level Berserk Pill, had also greatly increased his strength. With every step he took, the ground in the camp trembled. He targeted Ancestor Xiehan.

Ancestor Xiehan had just advanced to the Spirit Platform realm, naturally there was some gap between him and the old Spirit Platform cultivators, let alone Zhao Bojun who was now taking drugs and fighting desperately.

Immediately!

Wang Shouzhe, who was commanding in the middle, said in a low voice: "Sixth Grandpa, retreat."

Wang Xiehan was very obedient to the command, and immediately abandoned Liu Shenghao and Zhao Daoyuan, two Spirit Platform realm seeds, and flew towards Wang Shouzhe. Even if it took a few moves, he could kill one of them.

The two Spirit Platform realm seeds escaped with their lives, feeling as if they had survived a disaster, their backs were already soaked. They looked at each other and understood what it meant to be empty without entering the Spirit Platform realm.

Before Wang Xiehan advanced to the Spirit Platform realm, his strength was at most equal to theirs. Now, even when he was one against two, he was crushing them.

"Wang Xiehan, where are you going?"

After taking the drug, Zhao Bojun seemed to have turned into a wild beast, his killing power had increased by more than a notch. Seeing Wang Xiehan running away, his speed increased again, leaving a trail of smoke-like afterimages.

He clawed at Wang Xiehan's back, the wind was fierce.

At the same time.

In the tent, the other two hidden trump cards, Ancestor Meng and Ancestor Mingsheng, both tensed up instinctively, wanting to go out and help.

But before they moved, they remembered Shouzhe's previous instructions. This battle was of great importance, and he hoped that everyone would follow his command.

Since Shouzhe hadn't given the order, he must have other plans.

Immediately, they suppressed their actions. But they were curious about what kind of trump card Shouzhe had. They were finding it harder and harder to see through this former grandson.

At the critical moment.

Wang Shouzhe drew his sword from his waist with a "clang" and threw it over: "Sixth Grandpa, catch the sword."The sword, after spinning twice in the air, landed in the hands of Wang Xiaohan. Holding the treasured sword, he seemed to transform into a different person, his courage surging. He held the sword with both hands and swung it towards Zhao Bojun.

The sword, astonishingly, burst forth with a thick, earthy yellow sword light. The sword light, shaped like a half-moon arc, slashed towards Zhao Bojun with domineering ferocity.

"Zhouxuan Sword!"

Zhao Bojun's face changed drastically as he shouted. He dared not meet the attack head-on and hastily dodged to the side in a rather awkward manner.

His impression of the Zhouxuan Sword was too profound. Back in the day, when the sword was in the hands of the Zhouxuan Ancestor, it was like a sword of the death god, slaying countless fierce beasts.

Even the fifth-tier "Sun-swallowing Golden-winged Tiger" had once been struck by it, resulting in injury.

With the appearance of this sword, Zhao Bojun dared not resist it head-on.

"Whoosh!"

The sword light flashed past, carving a trench seven or eight zhang long on the hard ground of the camp.

"Zhao Bojun, where do you think you're going?"

Wang Xiaohan, holding the "Zhouxuan Sword", seemed as if the Zhouxuan Ancestor had possessed him. He turned the tables and attacked Zhao Bojun. As he swung the sword, the sword light was like a dragon, full of momentum.

Back in the heyday of the Wang's Clan, the Zhouxuan Ancestor had made a fortune from his pioneering duties. He had spent a lot of effort collecting materials and personally went to Longzuo Commandery to invite a master refiner to forge two spiritual weapons.

One was named "Zhouxuan", the clan's treasured sword. The other was named "Long Yan", which was given to his granddaughter Wang Long Yan to help her compete for a place in the academy and reach greater heights.

Ever since the Zhouxuan Ancestor fell, no one in the clan was qualified to wield the Zhouxuan Sword. As it was a symbol of the clan's hopes and beliefs, it was enshrined in the ancestral hall, silently waiting for the next sword master.

In this decisive battle, Wang Shouzhe brought this spiritual weapon without hesitation, as a trump card.

Under the witness of the Zhouxuan Sword, the once enemies, the Liu and Zhao Clans, were annihilated. It was not only fitting but also a way to comfort the spirit of the Zhouxuan Ancestor in heaven. Why not do it?

Meanwhile, inside the tent.

The Ancestors Ming Sheng and Man, looked at each other.

Indeed, Shouzhe was worthy of his name, commanding and strategizing in the middle, calculating the Liu and Zhao Clans to death. No matter how many trump cards the other side had, they were all taken in stride, with an air of ease.

This great-grandson was really something.

He was not yet in the Spirit Platform Realm, but he already had such an extraordinary demeanor. All the clan ancestors followed his dispatch and command, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, with a clear method.

What would happen when he achieved the Spirit Platform Realm?

He was truly worthy of being my great-grandson, Man/Ming Sheng...

Suddenly~

The two ancestors, who were secretly pleased, both thought of the other's existence. They started to stare at each other again, each finding the other displeasing.

"Wang Xiaohan, you just entered the Spirit Platform Realm, and you think you can kill me, Zhao Bojun, with just a treasured sword?" Zhao Bojun was furious, not daring to resist the powerful Zhouxuan Sword, he could only continuously dodge and retreat.

"Hehe." Wang Xiaohan held the Zhouxuan Sword, exuding a domineering aura, "No problem, we can take our time. I want to see how long your medicine can last."

Zhao Bojun was secretly complaining. He had originally planned to quickly kill Wang Xiaohan so he could assist Liu Zhide. They could join forces to kill or at least severely injure Wang Long Yan.

But he didn't expect that Wang Shouzhe would turn the tide with just the "Zhouxuan Sword".

Meanwhile, outside the camp.

The gray-robed demon cultivator, who was confronting the Ancestor Ruhong, seemed to be somewhat hesitant.

But Ruhong Ancestor, without even opening his eyes, calmly said, "What, regretting getting involved in this mess? Want to run?"

The gray-robed demon cultivator's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "It's just a slightly dangerous situation. Since the Wang's Clan has played all their cards, they will either die or be severely injured."

As the words of the gray-robed demon cultivator fell.

The head of the Liu Clan, Liu Shengye, roared, "Everyone, the turning point of our clans' fate has arrived. The ancestors have done their best. But in this battle, we are sure to win. Target Wang Shouzhe, everyone charge!"

With Liu Shengye's roar.

Several elite family generals, clan elders, two clan heads, and two Spirit Platform Realm seeds, Liu Shenghao and Zhao Daoyuan, all rushed towards Wang Shouzhe.

Especially Liu Shenghao and Zhao Daoyuan, they were already at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm. Although their combat power was far inferior to the Spirit Platform Realm, they were incomparable to ordinary Qi Refining Realm cultivators.

The two of them took the lead, rushing to the front, their eyes filled with ferocious light. Since the Wang's Clan had played all their cards, they wouldn't blame them for bullying the weak.

This was a life-or-death clan battle, the hatred and conflicts between the two sides had long been irreconcilable.

Anyone on the battlefield of the clan war was an enemy.

"Shouzhe!" Wang Shouxin, who was at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Realm, drew his sword and stood in front of Wang Shouzhe. He said with a determined look, "You take the children and retreat first."

At the same time.

Wang Shouyi and Wang Shuonuo also drew their swords one after another, standing at the forefront. Although they were only at the fourth and fifth levels of the Qi Refining Realm, they still possessed the bold spirit of the Wang's Clan.

And the two elders of the Ding generation also looked at each other, laughed heartily, and each drew their weapons to stand at the forefront. The Ding generation had suffered heavy losses, with only three surviving. The eldest, Wang Dingchuan, who was already sixty-five years old, stayed at home to guard and didn't come.

"The Ding generation, stand in the front row!"

"The Shou generation, stand in the second row!"

"Shouzhe and Fangjie, take the children and retreat!"

The uncles and brothers of the Ding and Shou generations quickly took their positions at the front, none of them showing fear. Their eyes were filled with the fiery light of a fight to the death with the enemy.

The family generals also drew their weapons and stood on the left and right wings of the front two rows.

The Wang's Clan had been bullied enough for the past fifty years!

It was time to show the hot-blooded spirit of the Wang's Clan. The descendants of the Zhouxuan Ancestor were not cowards.

"Retreat? Just a bunch of chickens and dogs."

Wang Luoqiu crossed his arms and sneered, "I'll take care of a fourth-level family general.""I am too." Wang Luojing refused to show weakness, her eyes filled with determination and ferocity, "Today, this young lady is going to kill!"

Even Wang Lici refused to back down, she patted her chest and said, "I am the boss, responsible for a fifth level."

Her "bold words" provoked skeptical glances from Wang Luojing and Wang Luoqiu, questioning whether she could really do it.

Similarly, her two younger brothers, Wang Shouyong and Wang Shoulian, as well as her younger sister Wang Luotong, also declared they would fight to the death.

The Wang's Clan, at this moment, had united as one.

No one would back down, and no one was afraid of death.

Chen Fangjie and Wang Shouzhe, however, exchanged a glance, both seeing calmness in each other's eyes. They had no choice, after all, there were two ancestors in the tent, they couldn't afford to be anything but calm.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Liu Shenghao and Zhao Daoyuan, like hawks, swooped down from the sky, each with the posture of a tiger entering a flock of sheep, charging towards the Wang's Clan.

Just as the two ancestors were on tenterhooks, wondering why Shouzhe hadn't given the order yet and were about to take action themselves.

Suddenly!

A seemingly ordinary carriage was placed in the middle.

Suddenly!

"Boom!" It exploded.

A very fierce-looking giant turtle-like beast stretched its body from the slightly narrow carriage compartment, bursting the compartment.

At the same time.

It happened to see a figure flying by, the turtle instinctively pecked at it with its head at high speed, "Roar" it actually caught the figure in its mouth.

"Ah~"

The one caught was Liu Shenghao, under the pain of shattered bones and terror, he let out a shrill scream.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent!

Only Liu Shenghao's shrill scream remained.

"This is... a third-order fierce beast!" Chen Fangjie, standing next to Wang Shouzhe, his face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

The other ancestors were also dumbfounded.

How could it be possible, the Wang's Clan actually kept a third-order spirit beast?

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