Chapter 76: With My Blood, I Summon My Ancestors

"Your Kongjue Sanctuary is a mess! Its destruction is only fitting!" Ling Ji shook his head as he spoke.

The elder had already made his decree—Kongjue would never have another chance!

"No... Impossible..." Ouyang Lianfeng could not accept what lay before him.

Had he done anything wrong? Nothing! He had spent his life scheming, and now, at the final moment, was he truly to fail? Worse still, not just fail, but bring ruin upon himself and upon Kongjue Sanctuary!

Impossible!

He would never believe it!

"I refuse to believe it! Today, I will act!" Ouyang Lianfeng roared, and suddenly a writing brush appeared in his hand.

The brush radiated an ancient aura.

"So powerful—is it a celestial artifact?" Ling Ji and Ziyang both exclaimed in surprise.

"Not quite, just a little short," Ouyang Lianfeng replied. "Even if you two are quasi-immortals, what of it? No one can stand in my way!"

He now seemed almost possessed, gripping the brush as his aura soared, appearing even more formidable than Ling Ji and Ziyang together.

"Charge!" he shouted.

All of Kongjue Sanctuary's people surged forward, their spirits ablaze, ready to fight!

The great battle loomed, peril imminent!

In the blink of an eye, a hand suddenly appeared.

Slender and boneless, beautiful.

With a mere flick of a finger, celestial energy overflowed, and the sky changed color in an instant!

The countless warriors of Kongjue Sanctuary abandoned their weapons and knelt upon the ground, overwhelmed by a terrifying aura!

This presence crushed any notion of resistance within them.

Ouyang Lianfeng was stunned!

His strength, bolstered by the brush, surpassed that of a quasi-immortal, yet now he felt an immense terror—just a flick of a finger, and he found himself powerless to resist!

"No!" Ouyang Lianfeng clenched his teeth, unleashing every ounce of his energy, all his skills!

His aura nearly reached the level of an immortal!

He threw all his power toward the hand in the sky.

Yet its owner remained utterly calm, flicking her finger once more.

The world-shattering aura Ouyang Lianfeng had summoned vanished instantly—close to immortal, but not quite!

And Ouyang Lianfeng himself had no chance for a second resistance, dropping from midair like refuse.

Boom!

His body struck the ground, leaving a massive crater!

Everyone present was dumbfounded!

What was this?

An immortal! It had to be! This was the power of an immortal!

Even if Ouyang Lianfeng had nearly reached that realm, before an immortal, he was nothing—a mere clown!

Suspended in the air, the owner of the jade hand finally revealed her true face—it was Ye Qingchen!

She gazed at the masses below with eyes devoid of emotion, only cold indifference.

"Why waste words? Such a man should simply be killed," she said calmly, addressing Ling Ji and Ziyang, the two sanctuary lords.

Ling Ji and Ziyang laughed awkwardly.

They had been brazen enough earlier, but who could have expected her arrival to be so overwhelming?

Indeed, between immortals and quasi-immortals, there was an unbridgeable chasm.

"Kongjue Sanctuary is destroyed, no need to preserve it. The sanctuary lord's cultivation is abolished. The rest, you may carry out as instructed by the elder," Ye Qingchen stated coldly.

Ling Ji and Ziyang immediately bowed to Ye Qingchen. "We shall fulfill the task!"

An immortal!

The crowd had already been shocked by her appearance, but now, hearing her words, they were utterly speechless!

At first, they thought she was the one backing Ling Ji and Ziyang.

But the term 'elder' was spoken even by the immortal herself—she was not the mastermind, but merely the messenger!

Who, then, was this legendary elder?

What inconceivable power did they wield?

The people of Kongjue Sanctuary were at a loss for words; with their sanctuary lord stripped of cultivation, they did not know what to do.

They had no idea what dreadful existence they had provoked!

Ling Ji and Ziyang stood coldly upon the battlefield, addressing the trembling, terrified people of Kongjue Sanctuary: "Kongjue Sanctuary is fallen!"

At their words, the entire field descended into slaughter.

Two armies faced each other!

"We must give everything we've got!"

"For the survival of our sanctuary, we must fight!"

"Kill!"

The supremes of Kongjue Sanctuary fought with the resolve to die, throwing themselves into battle with every last shred of strength.

But the truth was plain to see—no matter how they struggled, Ling Ji and Ziyang merely waved their hands and rendered all resistance futile.

Quasi-immortals against supremes—an overwhelming victory; even with only a single level separating them, there was no contest!

"Is Kongjue Sanctuary truly doomed today?"

"Impossible! Our sanctuary has stood in Central Continent for so long—how could it end like this?"

"Ancestor, come save us!"

On the battlefield, countless members of Kongjue Sanctuary, unable to withstand the assault, cried out in grief.

Such a vast sect, now destroyed simply for waging war on Nanyi!

It was beyond belief!

No one could accept such a fate.

But no matter their anguish, the slaughter would not cease for their sake!

Ouyang Lianfeng and the supremes were firmly suppressed by Ling Ji and Ziyang; as for the rest of the army, they were like leaderless sheep.

No ability to resist, only futile struggle.

Ouyang Lianfeng stubbornly crawled from the pit, having survived that flick from the immortal, barely clinging to life.

Blood streamed from all seven apertures, his hair was white, his face lined with the marks of age.

Gone was any sign of the once spirited sanctuary lord of Kongjue.

His cultivation was lost—his life at its end.

Ouyang Lianfeng gathered every ounce of his remaining strength.

He gazed skyward, eyes filled with sorrow.

"Kongjue Sanctuary cannot perish... at least not at my hands!"

With those words, a single tear fell from Ouyang Lianfeng’s eye.

He still clutched the writing brush.

Now, it was bare, nothing left but the shaft, dust coating the rest.