Chapter 626

Dongfang Jue's shout exploded in the empty corridor, carrying a kind of ecstatic joy of finding life in desperation and the madness of clutching at a straw in despair.

He lay there, every part of his body aching, the aftereffects of his refined blood burning made every muscle spasm, but his eyes were glowing, glowing frightfully.

"Ancestor! Save me!"

His voice was hoarse, as if he were roaring with the last bit of his strength.

Jiang Feng's hand halted in midair, less than a foot above Dongfang Jue's head.

He did not rush to drop down, but slowly turned his body, looking toward the end of the corridor.

There was nothing there, but Jiang Feng could sense something rushing toward him from an extremely distant place.

That thing moved too fast, exceeding the bounds of reason.

That force was like an invisible river surging through the void, crossing a thousand‑li distance at a speed akin to planar shift, rapidly approaching the building.

Jiang Feng could sense that it was a Martial Ancestor.

Moreover, it was not an ordinary Martial Ancestor, but a veteran Martial Ancestor who had dwelled in this realm for many years and accumulated deep foundations.

That force was a bit stronger than when he had just broken through to the Martial Ancestor realm—rich, steady, pressing down like a great mountain, bearing an lofty, indisputable dignity.

But he stood there, his face showing no trace of fear.

Even the corner of his mouth twitched up slightly, revealing a smile tinged with mockery.

He stared at the wall, watched the force draw nearer, felt the oppressive pressure in the air grow denser, and spoke softly.

You lot always beat the young, then bring out the old.

As his words fell, the space before him tore open violently.

The rift looked as if an invisible blade had sliced it open in the void, its edges jagged, within which blazing golden light shone.

The rift rapidly expanded, turning from a thin line into a door; those golden lights poured out, illuminating the entire corridor as bright as daylight.

A figure stepped out of the rift.

He was an old man, not tall, wearing an embroidered robe, well‑kept, his complexion ruddy, without a single wrinkle visible, looking extremely prosperous.

His hair was yellow, not the withered yellow of decay, but a lustrous pale gold, neatly bound at the back of his head and fixed with a white jade hairpin.

In his hand he leaned on a black wooden staff, its material indiscernible, but its surface was densely carved with fine runes that flickered faintly in the golden light.

Dongfang Hongshan.

One of the Dongfang clan's ancestors, he had entered the Martial Ancestor realm a hundred years ago.

Even when the former emperor was alive, he had to be addressed as Dongfang Ancestor.

In the whole empire, this name signified an almost unshakable status and power, one of the few standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

The moment he stepped out of the rift, all the golden light retracted, as if he had sucked it into his body.

He stood in the corridor, glanced around, then his gaze fell on Dongfang Jue.

Dongfang Jue lay there, covered in blood, his breath so faint it was barely perceptible, already unconscious.

His body had collapsed after burning away more than half of his refined blood and his formation technique failing, leaving him without the strength to stay conscious.

Dongfang Hongshan's brow furrowed slightly, then quickly smoothed.

He lifted his gaze to Jiang Feng; his eyes held scrutiny, appraisal, and a certain inscrutable calculation.

He was looking at Jiang Feng, at the one who had reduced Dongfang Jue to this state.

Then he smiled.

That smile was gentle, like a kind elder assessing a promising junior. "Junior, your strength is not weak."

He spoke, his voice unhurried, carrying the calm and affability peculiar to an elder addressing a junior.

"Earlier, my Dongfang clan acted rashly and offended you, junior."

He paused, then tapped his staff lightly on the ground, producing a clear sound.

"If you, junior, are willing to reconcile, my Dongfang clan is prepared to offer sufficient sincerity."

As soon as he said that, the corridor fell silent for a moment.

Dongfang Hongshan stood there, smiling, his gaze gentle on Jiang Feng, as if awaiting a satisfactory reply.

Jiang Feng tilted his head, looking at that mild, harmless smile, and remained silent for two breaths.

"Can you decide?"

Before Dongfang Hongshan could reply, Dongfang Jue, lying on the ground, having somehow awakened, bellowed with his last ounce of strength.

"Impudent! This is one of the Dongfang clan's ancestors, Hongshan Lao Ancestor! A Martial Ancestor strongman from a hundred years ago! Even the former emperor had to address him as Dongfang Ancestor!"

After saying that, Dongfang Jue fainted again, this time truly losing consciousness, his breath becoming barely there.

Dongfang Hongshan did not look at Dongfang Jue, still looking at Jiang Feng, maintaining that gentle smile on his face.

He slightly nodded, his tone becoming a bit more serious.

"Young friend, Old brother still has sincerity. As long as you are willing to reconcile, the Dongfang Clan can definitely offer sufficient compensation. Eastern Jue is young, inexperienced, has offended you; please give him a chance."

After he said that, the hallway fell into an even longer silence.

Jiang Feng Standing There, looking at Dongfang Hongshan's extremely well-maintained face, the corner of his Mouth slowly turned up.

He Laughter.

That smile was faint, carrying a creepy chill that made one's scalp tingle.

"What right do you have?"

His voice was not loud, but in the quiet hallway it was especially Clarity.

"You offended me, saying you'll make amends, I must Forgiveness you?"

The smile on Dongfang Hongshan's face froze slightly, but quickly Recovery normal. His gaze sank a bit, his voice also grew colder by a few degrees.

"Young friend, Old brother has already shown full sincerity. Although you are talented and young, the Dongfang family is not to be provoked. If you insist on pushing to the point of Not Die Not Rest, it benefits no one."

Jiang Feng looked at him, said nothing.

Dongfang Hongshan continued, his tone growing colder.

Old brother asks again, little friend, are you willing to reconcile?

Jiang Feng looked at him, remaining silent for two breaths.

Then he nodded.

Dongfang Hongshan's brows slightly relaxed, just about to say something, but he saw Jiang Feng's smile deepen further.

"You ask me if I'm willing to reconcile?"

Jiang Feng took a step forward, standing before Dongfang Hongshan, less than five feet away.

The aura of Martial Sovereign suppressed within him was like a thin shell; now that shell cracked open a slit, and a terrifying power seeped out from the gap, like a beast long caged slowly opening its eyes.

"My answer is no!"

Dongfang Hongshan's complexion completely changed.

His gaze turned gloomy, the smile at the corner of his mouth vanished.

His fingers gripping the crutch tightened, his voice grew lower and more dangerous.

"Little friend, must you insist on being Not Die Not Rest with my Dongfang family?"

Jiang Feng looked at him, saying nothing.

He raised his hand, fingers slightly spread, and the golden Law Power in his palm slowly condensed, like a small sun forming.

He spoke lightly, his voice not loud, but each word struck like an iron nail, hammered into the air.

"Today, if you keep babbling, I'll slaughter you together with this old dog."

The hallway was deathly hallway was deathly silent.

Dongfang Hongshan stood there, looking at the silent.

【79】 Dongfang Hongshan stood there, looking at the golden Light Sphere in Jiang Feng's hand, looking at those eyes that shone terrifyingly in the darkness, his expression like the sky before a storm. The air trembled!

Two Martial Sovereign-level forces collided silently in this narrow corridor; the lamps already half-shattered were completely broken by this pressure, glass fragments suspended in midair, as if frozen in time, motionless.

The entire building fell silent under their pressure.

"Looks like today, Old brother, I will ask for your esteemed technique, little friend."