Protect Our Patriarch

"Ahh~~"

Liu Zhide, a cultivator of the Spirit Platform realm who came from a loose cultivation background, was now roaring like a madman and a beast, "Why, why? The dignified Heavenly Man Zhong Clan, why would they collude with you to harm us? Zhong Luoxian, Wang Shouzhe, Zhong Xingwang, Long Yan! You act as if you are the children of noble families, despicable and shameless, shameless!"

His voice was filled with sorrow and despair, filled with endless anger, unwillingness, and even regret, echoing back and forth in the sky above the camp.

It was as if he was singing a dirge for the imminent fall of the Liu and Zhao Clans.

"Colluding again?"

Zhong Xingwang was currently suppressing Liang Haofeng of the Liang Clan, and he had never felt so exhilarated.

As a child of the Heavenly Man, his aptitude was relatively poor, and he had barely reached the Spirit Platform realm. He usually didn't need to take action. Having the rare opportunity to single out an old Ancestor from the countryside of the same level, he naturally wanted to perform well in front of his senior sister.

Hearing that the Wang Clan was winning, he was of course happy for his senior sister and little brother Wang Shouzhe.

However, he didn't expect that old thief Liu Zhide to be talking about the Zhong Clan and the Wang Clan colluding to harm the Liu and Zhao Clans.

There was indeed collusion, but where did the harm come from? And who was this Zhong Luoxian? Could it be that his performance was so amazing that it scared them all?

He didn't understand, but he didn't care.

The word "collusion" made Zhong Xingwang both excited and trembling. This reminded him that he must deepen his collusion with the Wang Clan, so that he could occasionally show up in front of his senior sister and make his presence felt.

If he could earn a cold glance from his senior sister and hear her scold him with a "Get lost!" that was neither angry nor not, the feeling would be too thrilling.

Comfortable! Easy!

Just as Zhong Xingwang was daydreaming and feeling pleased with himself.

There were also drastic changes in the other parts of the battlefield.

The first to bear the brunt was the demon cultivator surnamed Li. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his muscles tensed up.

When the Liu and Zhao Clans arrived, they were full of momentum, as if they were sure of victory and had the Wang Clan in their grasp. Unexpectedly, the situation had deteriorated to such an extent in such a short period of time.

If he didn't leave now, when would he?

Just as he was about to make a move.

Suddenly.

The half-closed eyes of the old Ancestor Ruhong slowly opened, and he said with a smile that was not a smile, "Thinking of leaving now, isn't it a bit late?"

"What do you intend to do?" The demon cultivator surnamed Li's eyes narrowed, and he laughed hoarsely, "Old Ancestor Ruhong, do you intend to keep me here?"

As he spoke, the two-foot-long demon blade in his hand was shrouded in a black energy mist, changing unpredictably, as if a ferocious evil spirit was sealed within it, roaring incessantly, ready to devour people.

This was like the low growl of a wild beast when facing an enemy, warning and intimidating the enemy.

"Whether to keep you or not is not up to me." Old Ancestor Ruhong said indifferently, "It's up to the victim of the Wang Clan to decide."

Victim?

The demon cultivator surnamed Li was both shocked and angry, and found it absurd. In this battle, the Wang Clan hadn't lost a single hair and was in a glorious position. What victim was he talking about?

At this moment.

Wang Shouzhe's voice rang out, "Old Ancestor Ruhong is right, you demon cultivator dared to plot against my Wang Clan. Although you failed, your crime is unforgivable. You think you can come and go as you please, what do you take my Wang Clan for?

"Old Ancestor Mang, Old Ancestor Mingsheng, I'll have to trouble you two."

"Hahaha! I didn't expect to have a chance to take action today, I won't take Shouzhe's benefits for nothing."

Gongsun Mang and Lu Mingsheng, the two old Ancestors, looked at each other and stepped into the air in unison, landing in the direction where the demon cultivator surnamed Li could escape.

Together with Old Ancestor Ruhong, they surrounded the demon cultivator in a triangle, blocking his retreat.

The demon cultivator surnamed Li's eyes were filled with fear, and he took two steps back in regret and anger, "Young man of the Wang Clan, since your Wang Clan has already won, why do you need to make things difficult for me? After all, I never made a move."

"What a joke." Wang Shouzhe laughed coldly, "Since you accepted the invitation of the Liu and Zhao Clans to deal with my Wang Clan, you should be prepared to fall."

"Good, good, good!" The demon cultivator surnamed Li laughed in anger, "I've been in the Spirit Platform realm for seventy years, and this is the first time I've been threatened by a Qi Refining realm kid. Chen Ruhong, Lu Mingsheng, Gongsun Mang, do you really think I'm a vegetarian?"

"One against three, and still daring to talk big." Wang Shouzhe laughed coldly, and said loudly, "Three old Ancestors, if this man is let go easily, he will be a threat to any family. Moreover, since he is a loose cultivator, he is likely to carry all his belongings with him. How can we miss such a good opportunity?"

The first half of Wang Shouzhe's words made the three old Ancestors' eyes flash with killing intent. The second half of his words, however, made their eyes light up. That's right, this demon cultivator was a loose cultivator, naturally different from the cultivators of the clans.

The biggest habit of loose cultivators was not trusting others, only trusting themselves. Most of the valuable things would be carried with them."Shouzhe is right, we cannot let this man go." Ancestor Ruhong's eyes flashed with a stern light, "We all have families and businesses to protect. If this demonic cultivator escapes today and targets us in secret, which of our families can withstand that? Kill him!"

Ancestor Ruhong was the first to act. He pushed off with his legs, soaring into the sky like a giant roc.

At the same time, a crystal-clear spear appeared in his hand.

The spear was only about a foot long and mini in shape. But as Ancestor Ruhong infused it with his water-based Xuan energy, it quickly grew, transforming into a seven-meter-long spear in the blink of an eye.

Ancestor Ruhong held the crystal spear, his posture majestic and imposing as he thrust it downwards from above.

Streams of elemental water energy converged at the tip of the spear.

"Hum!"

The spear tip trembled violently.

Highly condensed Xuan energy burst forth, like a clawing and biting dragon, fiercely pouncing towards the demonic cultivator surnamed Li.

"Water Dragon Spear!"

The demonic cultivator surnamed Li's eyes were filled with fear, and he cried out in alarm.

This was the ancestral spiritual weapon of the Chen's Clan in Donggang, the Water Dragon Spear. This spear was extraordinarily powerful, especially when used in water battles, it could create waves for attacks.

However, that didn't mean it was powerless on land.

The demonic cultivator surnamed Li hurriedly activated the demonic short blade in his hand, infusing it with demonic Xuan energy. It began to vibrate violently, emitting a strange, sharp whistling sound, like the bloodthirsty scream of a malevolent spirit.

It made people feel a chilling tremor deep in their souls.

At the same time.

The dense demonic energy quickly reached its peak.

"Slash!"

He slashed out fiercely, a blade aura condensed from black demonic energy shot out, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, it slashed towards the Water Dragon.

"Boom!"

The demonic blade aura and the Water Dragon collided fiercely, black and white energies scattered in all directions, the trembling air exploded with sound waves, and a clear shockwave ripple appeared in the air.

Ancestor Ruhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shouted loudly, "Be careful, everyone. This demonic blade has a malicious effect that can affect the soul. Don't get caught off guard."

Upon hearing this.

Ancestor Mang and Ancestor Mingsheng both became more cautious.

Ancestor Mingsheng was the first to act. He waved his hand, and in the next instant, a red folding fan appeared in his palm.

"Whoosh!"

The red fan opened, and a wave of scorching heat rose up.

He rode the air with his energy, lightly shaking the folding fan, his posture was indescribably casual. If it weren't for his ragged sheepskin coat, he would have looked like a well-read Great Scholar arriving in the air.

In just a breath's time, Ancestor Mingsheng had arrived in the air, waving his fan.

"Fire, come!"

Suddenly.

His red fan ignited, the flames dancing lively.

In the blink of an eye, the flames transformed into a fire bird. It was incredibly lifelike, it let out a clear cry, spread its wings, and flew towards the demonic cultivator. Wherever it passed, it left traces of flames, as if even the air had been ignited.

"Hu!"

The fire crow flew over the demonic cultivator, spewing flames as it charged.

The demonic cultivator dodged repeatedly, then slashed the fire crow into two with a single blade.

"Boom!"

The fire crow exploded, the flames mixed with the shockwave of the explosion, leaving the demonic cultivator in a sorry state. His robe was ignited in several places, even his hood was shaken off, revealing a withered and ugly old face.

But Ancestor Mingsheng had no intention of stopping. He continued to fan, and one fire crow after another flew out from the fan. In the end, five fire crows were circling in the air, surrounding the demonic cultivator and spewing flames.

Having suffered once, the demonic cultivator didn't dare to explode the flames at close range. He could only dodge and flee in a sorry state, his expression filled with shock and anger.

"Good! This is indeed the Lu's Clan's ancestral spiritual weapon, the Fire Fan." Seeing this, Ancestor Ruhong couldn't help but praise.

The Fire Fan

It was the clan's spiritual weapon of the Lu's Clan, a treasure passed down by the first generation founder of the Lu's Clan.

This was the heritage of some long-established families.

Although the Lu's Clan currently only had one Ancestor in the Spiritual Platform realm, their ancestors had been prosperous, and it was normal for them to leave behind a clan spiritual weapon for their descendants.

This spiritual weapon could even set a mountain on fire if used in a withered forest.

Only Ancestor Mang was smiling bitterly, his eyes filled with a hint of jealousy. In terms of strength, Ancestor Mingsheng was a bit weaker than the others. But with the Fire Fan in hand, even Ancestor Mang admitted that he was not his match.

Spiritual weapon, oh spiritual weapon!

At this moment, he was dreaming of having a spiritual weapon.

The Gongsun's Clan naturally also had an ancestral spiritual weapon, but there were two ancestors in the family, so it was naturally not his turn to use it.

No spiritual weapon, then no spiritual weapon.

Ancestor Mang also thought that he was unparalleled in combat, and with just his physical body and fists, he could display the might of an ancestor.

At this moment, he let out a roar.A faint golden glow radiated from his body, charging fiercely into the battlefield. Each punch and kick he threw was imbued with golden Xuan Qi, hard and ferocious, like the arrival of a Vajra from the Buddhist realm.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The demon cultivator kept blocking, but was continuously pushed back by the punches. His appearance was withered, and naturally, his physical strength was not as good as that of Ancestor Meng, who possessed the Gengjin Battle Body. If it came to a pure contest of strength, he was probably not a match for Ancestor Meng.

Moreover, Ancestor Meng was not lacking in talent. He had been troubled for many years at the peak of the second layer of the Spirit Platform realm.

Two or three months ago, under the careful guidance of Ancestor Long Yan, Ancestor Meng's bottleneck loosened. After returning, he broke through to the third layer of the Spirit Platform realm within a month, greatly improving his cultivation and strength.

The three ancestors each displayed their unique Xuan techniques, surrounding the demon cultivator and attacking together.

Despite the demon cultivator's desperate counterattacks and several attempts to break through, he was repeatedly defeated and deeply trapped in a bitter battle.

If it weren't for the three ancestors being cautious of his dying counterattack and adopting a cautious approach to slowly wear him down, the demon cultivator probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for many rounds.

No matter how the demon cultivator screamed, begged for mercy, or tried to sow discord, the three ancestors remained unmoved and continued to wear him down.

Seeing this, Wang Shouzhe knew that the battle was already decided, and the demon cultivator could no longer turn the tide.

However, what Wang Shouzhe did not expect was that among the ancestors, the first to achieve merit was actually Grandpa Six, Ancestor Xie Han.

This was because his opponent was Zhao Bojun.

Zhao Bojun's strength was only at the middle stage of the second layer of the Spirit Platform realm.

Although he had greatly increased his combat power by taking a pill similar to a Berserk Pill, which stimulated his potential, such a pill would inevitably have terrible side effects. During the effect of the pill, he would become more irritable and impulsive, and difficult to control.

The consecutive failures of the Liu and Zhao Clans, coupled with Wang Shouzhe's heart-piercing words, had already pushed him to the brink of collapse. At this moment, his youngest grandson of the Dao generation, Zhao Daoyuan, a talented Spirit Platform seed, was chased by a third-order Water Elemental Turtle to him for help. However, he was powerless to save him and could only watch as he was trampled to death by the brutal turtle.

Immediately, he fell into madness and rushed towards the Spirit Turtle without regard for anything.

However, Ancestor Xie Han seized the opportunity, swung the Zhouxuan Sword, and cut Zhao Bojun in half at the waist.

"Ancestors of the Zhouxuan and Qiongyuan, my ancestors of the Wang's Clan." Ancestor Xie Han, who had achieved merit with a single sword, roared excitedly to the sky, "Did you see that? Shouzhe has avenged you, Xie Han has avenged you. The Zhouxuan Sword has fulfilled its mission and drank the fresh blood of the old thief Zhao Bojun!"

With that, he cut off the head of Zhao Bojun, who was still crawling with half of his body left.

At this point!

Zhao Bojun's eyes were still wide open, as if filled with unwillingness.

However, no matter how unwilling he was, it was useless. His head had been separated from his body, how could he come back to life? The only use of this head was to be dried and taken back, to become a memorial offering for the ancestors in the ancestral hall.

Zhao Bojun's death made the remnants of the Liu and Zhao Clans, who were already in a state of collapse, even more desperate, losing all hope of survival.

And the disciples of the Wang's Clan were also making great achievements, killing the remnants of the Liu and Zhao Clans in a crushing defeat.

"Ah~" Liu Shengye screamed miserably, "Bitch, you actually poisoned the Spirit Bees."

His eyes seemed to have been invaded by the poison, constantly shedding bloody tears. At the same time, the remaining hundreds of Spirit Bees had already pounced on him, biting him desperately.

Liu Shengye fell to the ground, rolling and screaming in pain. His appearance was extremely miserable.

"Hiss?"

Wang Shouzhe took a sharp breath. He had previously said that Wang Luoqing was reckless. However, she had actually sprinkled some kind of poison powder on the Spirit Bees. When Liu Shengye killed the Spirit Bees, the poison powder was stirred up and scattered, eventually blinding his eyes.

It was not until the end that Wang Luoqing came out from the dark. After calmly severing Liu Shengye's tendons in his hands and feet with a short blade, she said coldly.

"Fat pig, this is what happens when you dare to insult my fourth brother and oppose him."

Then, she ran to Wang Shouzhe, smiling sweetly, "Fourth brother, that pig head Liu Shengye dared to insult you. I will sprinkle some honey on his wounds later and send ants to bite him to vent your anger."

This?

Even Wang Shouzhe felt a slight chill. Among his younger sisters and nieces, Luoqing might be the most terrifying one in the future!

This girl had a somewhat extreme and ruthless character deep down, and he must patiently guide her.

However, no matter what, she was his fifth sister, Wang Shouzhe. No matter what, he would protect his own sister.

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