Chapter 126: Eighteen Against One

When daytime arrived, the Dongfang Clan's members poured out of their thatched huts, staring at the immobile Dongfang Wuji, pointing and gossiping.

The sun rose over Dong Hai, splendid light shining on the calm sea surface. It fell on Dongfang Wuji's body, darkness and light intertwining, casting a huge shadow on the ground.

Three hundred years of time had already stripped the Dongfang Clan's members of their demonic nature; the demonic blood in their bones had lain dormant for so many years, worn away by the years, now nearly dried up.

Dongfang Wuji was surrounded by his descendants, yet he was so cold; there was no familial affection among them.

"Clansmen, today is the day our Dongfang Clan returns to the martial world!" Dongfang Jie exclaimed passionately to the clansmen.

The clansmen raised their arms and shouted in unison, "Return to the martial world! Return to the martial world! Return to the martial world!" Though loud, their spirit lacked vigor; many were merely putting on a show, not knowing what they were doing or what the martial world was.

"The sun rises in the east, I am invincible!" Dongfang Jie shouted.

"The sun rises in the east, I am invincible!" the clansmen shouted.

The sound rushed out of the Dongfang Clan's settlement and reached the ears of Zhang Gonggong and the eighteen others.

Eighteen martial masters were already in position; they had arrived at the entrance of the Dongfang Clan's settlement.

Dongfang Wuji's towering figure exceeded the roof of the hut, revealing a small half of his head faintly; not knowing if Dongfang Wuji had sensed something, he suddenly turned his head—though his pitch-black eyes were half-covered by the hut, they pierced through everything, locking onto the eighteen martial masters.

Zhang Gonggong and the others were startled at once; that demonic aura instantly engulfed them, forcibly dragging them onto the battlefield!

"Now let's watch the ancestor's performance!" Dongfang Jie and the others had been waiting for this moment; together with those who went house to house with Dongfang Wuji to seek and exterminate, they wondered where they could find a satisfying, one‑breath annihilation.

The clansmen scattered from the scene, knowing the ancestor was about to unleash his power; to avoid being implicated, they ran as far away as possible.

After exchanging a glance, Dongfang Wuji finally moved.

A single leap could carry him into the clouds!

To land was to bring destruction!

As his feet heavily struck the ground, eighteen precious horses had their legs shattered in unison; the eighteen masters were forced off their mounts.

Zhang Gonggong took the lead, his palms like the mallet of a heavenly‑supporting great drum, using the ground as the drumhead, Dongfang Wuji as the drum's center, the vast sea as his cheer.

Luo Qingkui followed closely, his Blue Mountain Sword Art mighty and heavy, possessing the force to uproot mountains and topple peaks, driving straight at Dongfang Wuji.

Yan Shanhai's Mount Song Sword Art was ever‑changing, fierce and ruthless; at his level, his sword qi had already reached perfection—his Mount Song Sword, at the tip, seemed to sprout a new sword, enlarged a hundredfold, seizing Dongfang Wuji's life from afar.

The others were not idle either; they all rushed forward, blades, swords, palms and fists striking Dongfang Wuji from every direction. As soon as they attacked, they sealed off all his escape routes. Eighteen against one is absolutely the most unimaginable feat in martial history!

These eighteen were all prominent figures in the martial world, yet they could set aside their ingrained prejudices and long‑standing arrogance to cooperate wholeheartedly—showing the awe Dongfang Wuji inspired in them.

A master of the Sevenfold Heaven Transcendent Dao!

After the Transcendent Dao comes the Heaven‑Supporting Dao, which is the final stage of the layered heavens; even in legend no one has reached it, and after the Heaven‑Supporting Dao only the Ninefold Heaven remains.

The height of the Ninefold Heaven is such that no Dao can match it.

Beyond people there are people, beyond heaven there are heavens; whether there exists a higher realm beyond the Ninefold Heaven is unimaginable and inconceivable.

From past history to the present at our feet, the Sevenfold Heaven is already the highest cultivation achievable in the martial world! Even so, it is rare to see one emerge in a thousand years. No matter how strong Dongfang Wuji was, he never attained this level in his lifetime; it took him three hundred years of refining his heart, and only after his heart was refined could he break through to the Sevenfold Heaven.

A prodigy like Dongfang Wuji requires over three hundred years—let alone ordinary people.

"Wuuoh…!" A single long roar from his mouth could summon endless tsunamis—this is Dongfang Wuji's power!

When he is sorrowful, Dong Hai is calm and waveless; when he is angry, Dong Hai rages with towering waves—this is the power of the Transcendent Dao!

What's more terrifying, the eighteen killing techniques before Dongfang Wuji are like child's play; he sweeps his arms and presses down, shattering all of them!

Bang!

Boom!

Thud!

The eighteen masters all fell down, looking at Dongfang Wuji in disbelief—he was essentially an insurmountable mountain; at the same time, the towering monstrous waves surged toward them.

Tie Gang stepped forward, donning iron armor, moved by true Qi; that armor, only the size of a person, instantly expanded, enveloping everything at great speed to protect those behind.

Clang! The raging wave struck the iron armor, shaking the ground and the armor together; if not for Tie Gang's sufficient strength, they would all have been swept away by the sea, weapons and all.

The war spanning three hundred years has finally begun! Three hundred years ago it was Dongfang Wuji; three hundred years later it is still Dongfang Wuji.

Only Dongfang Wuji's opponents are no longer the same group from three hundred years ago.

"Ancestor, three hundred years have passed; it is time for you to avenge your grudges! These people are all our enemies—we cannot let them go! Kill them! Flay them and strip their bones!" Dongfang Jie stepped forward to stand shoulder‑to‑shoulder with Dongfang Wuji, his control over the ancestor flawless.

The eighteen masters certainly wouldn't lose heart so easily; they briefly adjusted and then pursued again.

The melee erupted, sweeping from shore to sea and back to the settlement; everywhere they passed became dust.

True Qi surged chaotically, killing intent sprayed wildly!

Even destroying heaven and earth is no more than this!

Everything resembled the descent of doomsday!

The newly risen sun could hardly be seen, for the waters of Dong Hai rose and fell like a heavy curtain, blocking sunlight beyond Dong Hai.

Dongfang Wuji threw a punch—"Boom!"

He was ferocious! The more he fought, the fiercer he became; the demonic blood within the Dongfang Clan boiled!

Pitch‑black demonic aura shot straight to the heavens, disturbing the nine firmaments.

While others launch one move, he can unleash thirty; fighting one against eighteen, he still has twelve to spare! This is absolute power!

Dongfang Wuji could shatter the earth with a single foot, sinking the surrounding tens of meters; demonic aura would corrode everything in the shortest time, and any life encountering it would wither and die.

Zhuge Tieying's heart lingered with fear; fortunately his speed was enough to dodge that punch—true Qi brushed past his ear, shaking his face into a bloody mess. When he turned back, he saw the mountain behind him flattened at its peak by Dongfang Wuji's earlier blow.

Zhuge Tieying knew that if that punch had landed on him, he would surely be killed down to the last scrap.