Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1688: 139: I Am the Martial Ancestor!_3

Chapter 1688: Chapter 139: I Am the Martial Ancestor!_3

Wang Xu’s death means his chance of Cultivation Ascension is even more remote.

But if he doesn’t use ruthless means, with Wang Xu targeting him like this, he will never find peace.

“Hmm?”

Just then, Han Yanzi suddenly frowned and, in a flash, dodged a soundless Blood Spear, then glanced at the source of the spear:

“Still not dead…”

Han Yanzi slightly frowned looking at Wang Xu’s severed head, seemingly unaffected, and even his Blood Energy seemed more astonishing as he had.

Wang Xu raised his hand and tied his own head to his waist, his eyes firmly fixed on Han Yanzi.

Inside his body, that pearl was spinning crazily, the characters on the pearl becoming clearer and increasing in number.

The weakening Blood Energy, at this moment seemingly ignited by his will, burst out with astounding power again.

His two hands combined to form a massive blood-red axe.

He swung the axe and roared to the sky:

“I am the Martial Ancestor!”

“No one can defeat me!”

For a moment, the world roared, the sun and moon lost their light!

His feet stepped rapidly, speed increasing, raised to the extreme in an instant, the massive blood-red axe directly sealed the surrounding Void, crashing down towards Han Yanzi!

This time, Han Yanzi’s expression finally changed!

“How can it be!”

But at this moment, wanting to escape was already impossible.

He watched Wang Xu raise the axe and slash down.

At that moment, he hardened his resolve, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Boom!

Dark red Demon Dao Blood Energy and bright True Martial Cultivator Blood Energy intertwined, releasing terrifying waves.

The entire Evergoat Divine Mountain sank because of this.

All around, vast fields were, in that split second, hit by chaotic Blood Energy forming deep and mysterious pits…

At this moment, many divinity transformation cultivators watching from afar couldn’t help but hold their breath, staring intently.

After a few moments, the blood waves dissipated, slowly revealing two opposing figures.

On Han Yanzi’s body, apart from his clothes being damaged, he was unscathed.

Yet his expression was terrible, and there was a hint of fear:

“Dead twice… Wang Xu, Wang Xu!”

He looked at Wang Xu in front of him.

At this moment, Wang Xu stood blankly in mid-air.

His Blood Energy had almost depleted.

But at this moment, he could feel more clearly the collision between these two uncompromising systems.

Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.

Inside his body, that stone pearl finally emitted a clear and pure light.

Segments of text quickly surfaced on the stone pearl.

“So… it’s like this, Class VI, so it’s like this…”

On the head at his waist, Wang Xu’s face brimmed with sudden realization, joy, and a trace of deep regret:

“Only it’s… a bit late…”

Opposite, Han Yanzi’s gaze was fixed on the treasure light that could no longer be concealed at Wang Xu’s heart, his eyes gleaming with astonishment and wild joy:

Thɪ𝐬 𝐜h𝓪p𝘵𝙚r 𝙞ʂ p𝗼𝓈𝐭ᥱⅾ bყ Ҡ𝘪𝕥ɛ𝐧◎ⱴє𝘭

“So… your opportunity lies here!”

The next moment, his form flickered, dark red Blood Energy condensed on his palm, he vigorously reached into Wang Xu’s heart.

Then forcefully pulled!

Crack!

A beating heart was fiercely pulled out by him!

And within the heart, a slightly rotating stone pearl made Han Yanzi instantly dumbstruck.

Immediately his face showed ecstatic delight:

“Sea Pearl! Class VI Sea Pearl!”

“I understand! I understand!”

“So your opportunity is this!”

He held the stone pearl in his hand, laughing aloud!

At this moment, all the cultivators watching this battle were utterly shocked!

“Sea Pearl! No wonder… No wonder!”

In the West Sea Country, Guan Ao’s eyes unintentionally showed a hint of remorse and helplessness.

If he had known earlier that Wang Xu’s reliance was this, he should have…

And Wang Yi’an who followed from afar, as well as the Jin cultivators watching from afar, were also visibly shocked.

“Senior Brother!”

For the first time, a hint of sadness crossed Wang Yi’an’s heart.

All these years establishing the Martial Kingdom with Wang Xu, he had gradually accepted the existence of this senior brother.

Now, to witness his own senior brother dying at Han Yanzi’s hand, his heart was filled with anger and sorrow, impossible to measure.

Even though when Wang Xu emerged from retreat, he had already guessed this outcome, he still couldn’t accept it.

Yet putting aside Wang Yi’an’s complex emotions.

Jin’s divinity transformation cultivators at this moment didn’t feel much joy.

The Patriarch of True Wu challenged Han Yanzi and was killed, this might be a good thing, but Han Yanzi seemed to have a new breakthrough, making everyone raise their guard a hundredfold.

Han Yanzi’s ferocity and cunning were almost knowledge to everyone in the sect.

Just as everyone harbored their own thoughts.

Wang Xu’s body, which had lost consciousness, clutched his head with one hand, turned, and strode towards the South.

No one cared about a defeated individual.

Everyone was fearful and worried about how powerful Han Yanzi would grow with the Class VI Sea Pearl, yet no one cared for the already deceased Wang Xu.

Except for Wang Yi’an.

He anxiously followed along.

Even dead, Wang Xu’s body’s speed was not something Wang Yi’an could match.

He watched this remnant body traversing great rivers, towering mountains, deep valleys…

Straightforward, without hesitation, as if he had walked countless times, already memorized the route in his heart, from Yan, he walked into Jin, passed through where Wanxiang Sect was located, until stopping at the closed gates of Wanxiang Sect.

Then, he knelt down with a roar!

No sound, no words.

He knelt alone at the former gates of Wanxiang Sect, like a statue.

Only the head he held, its eyes still wide open.

As if unwilling, as if remorseful…

In the thick fog ahead, a figure in blue silently walked out, descending in front of Wang Xu’s remnant body.

Lowering his head to view the kneeling figure in front.

In his indifferent gaze, a ripple finally passed:

“Wang Xu…”

The severed body trembled slightly, as if sensing the arrival of the other person.

A faint blood pearl abruptly flew out from the severed body.

Then in front of the figure in blue, it transformed into a dense mass of text and images.

“”True Martial Sutra” Class VI Breakthrough Skill…”

“Teacher… disciple comes to beg your forgiveness.”