Chapter 120: The End of the Great Battle

The Ancestor of Joyous Union, like an enraged bull, charged madly toward Wang Jianqiang.

Wang Jianqiang did not dodge or evade, throwing out a punch.

Boom!

Amidst the explosive sound of the punch, the figure of the Ancestor of Joyous Union faltered.

Wang Jianqiang, however, used the force of the recoil to surge in speed, shooting backward.

In an instant, he rushed to the side of Si Tianyong.

"Old fellow, go reunite with your son."

A cold, eerie voice entered Si Tianyong's ears, and before he could react, Wang Jianqiang had already smashed a fist into his head.

His expression froze instantly, and then his entire skull shattered like a watermelon.

Whoosh!

A tiny figure with a terrified expression darted out from the corpse, attempting to flee.

But the moment he rushed out of the physical body, a palm suddenly reached over, grabbing him tightly and tightening its grip!

"No—"

Amidst a terrified cry, the tiny figure was crushed to pieces by the palm.

Wang Jianqiang slowly withdrew his palm and looked at the Ancestor of Joyous Union with a smile, "Old mongrel, thanks to the help of that punch of yours just now, otherwise it shouldn't have been this easy for me to kill him."

"Tianyong!"

The Ancestor of Joyous Union's eyes were split with rage, "Little bastard, go to hell!"

He stared fixedly at Wang Jianqiang, fire almost spewing from his eyes, and was about to continue his assault on Wang Jianqiang.

However, at this moment, Shangguan Yurou and the others had already surrounded him again, causing him to fall back into the siege.

Wang Jianqiang shook the blood off his fist and nodded at Dong Yue.

The two of them charged simultaneously into the battle group surrounding the Ancestor of Joyous Union.

With the two of them joining the fray, the Ancestor of Joyous Union immediately fell into an absolute disadvantage.

In a short moment, he was already heavily injured.

"Little bastard, let's die together!"

At a certain moment, the Ancestor of Joyous Union seized an opportunity, took a blow from Shangguan Yurou head-on, and rushed toward Wang Jianqiang regardless of everything else.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Wang Jianqiang's eyes.

"Old mongrel, a family should leave together in an orderly fashion."

"Go and reunite with them."

Before his voice had even faded, he did not dodge or evade, smashing a fist into the head of the Ancestor of Joyous Union.

The head of the Ancestor of Joyous Union collapsed instantly, and his eyeballs were crushed by the sheer force.

At the same time, Wang Jianqiang's chest also took a solid punch.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated several steps.

"Hahaha, go to hell, little bastard!"

The Ancestor of Joyous Union, his face covered in blood, lunged again like a vengeful ghost.

"The one dying is you!"

Wang Jianqiang twisted his body, dodging the Ancestor of Joyous Union's fist while sweeping a whip kick fiercely at the opponent's head.

The already deformed skull of the Ancestor of Joyous Union instantly exploded.

"How is this possible!"

After the physical body of the Ancestor of Joyous Union fell, his Nascent Soul screamed as it rushed out of the body, looking at Wang Jianqiang with eyes filled with disbelief.

He could be certain that after taking that punch of his just now, the boy's internal organs must have been severely damaged.

This could be seen from the fragments of internal organs mixed within the blood when he spat it out.

But why was this boy acting as if nothing had happened?

Seeing the shock on the face of the Ancestor of Joyous Union's Nascent Soul, Wang Jianqiang grinned.

He revealed a row of teeth stained with blood.

He could guess some of what the Ancestor of Joyous Union was thinking.

His internal organs were indeed severely damaged.

This level of injury would be enough to make an ordinary Cultivator lose their combat ability or even lose their life.

But for him, who possessed Pure Yang Power, it did not count for much.

After the awakened state of his Pure Yang Power reached a high level, the recovery effect was no longer what it used to be.

As long as his internal organs were not shattered instantly, under the effect of the Pure Yang Power, they could recover by more than half in the blink of an eye.

If the Ancestor of Joyous Union had chosen to trade lives with someone else, he might have actually succeeded.

But the opponent had chosen the wrong target by coming after him.

Wang Jianqiang did not intend to explain it to the opponent.

The moment the Nascent Soul of the Ancestor of Joyous Union left the body, he, having been prepared, grabbed it, his palm exerting force, intending to crush it.

"Wait."

Just at this moment, a voice suddenly came.

Wang Jianqiang's tightening palm paused, and he turned his head to look at Lin Xueran, his expression somewhat puzzled, "Senior, you...?"

Lin Xueran smiled, "The Nascent Soul is the essence of a Cultivator's entire cultivation condensed; it might be used when refining certain precious Pills, so it would be a pity to destroy it just like that."

Wang Jianqiang was somewhat stunned.

His experience was limited, and he really had never heard of the uses for a Nascent Soul.

Thinking of the two Nascent Souls he had destroyed, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache, "Senior, why didn't you remind me sooner?"

Lin Xueran shook her head speechlessly, "You struck too quickly, and just now I was focused on dealing with Hua Xingkong; how would I have had the time to think of such things?"

As she spoke, she came to Wang Jianqiang's side, "First, hand Hua Xingkong's Nascent Soul over to me."

Wang Jianqiang looked at Shangguan Yurou and the others, hesitating slightly.

Lin Xueran was speechless for a moment, "Little fellow, I only want to help you erase the consciousness within Hua Xingkong's Nascent Soul; keeping his consciousness inside is far too dangerous."

"Moreover, only a pure Nascent Soul without a shred of consciousness can be used for Alchemy."

After Lin Xueran's voice fell, Mu Yutong, who was to the side, glanced at Wang Jianqiang, "You fellow, rest assured, my mother won't embezzle your spoils of war."

Hearing Mu Yutong's words, Wang Jianqiang was somewhat surprised.

This woman was actually Mu Yutong's mother!

Tsk tsk.

Looking closely, they really did look a bit alike.

To be such an age and still have such delicate skin, she still has her charm...

"Is there something wrong with me?"

Seeing Wang Jianqiang staring at her incessantly, Lin Xueran couldn't help but say.

Wang Jianqiang immediately snapped back to his senses.

He gave a dry laugh, "Of course not, I was just surprised by Senior's identity."

Lin Xueran smiled, not thinking too much of it, and teased, "Can you rest assured and hand the Nascent Soul to me now?"

"Then I will trouble you, Senior." Wang Jianqiang immediately reached out and handed the Nascent Soul over.

Lin Xueran took the Nascent Soul with a beaming smile.

Wang Jianqiang felt a bit awkward inside; he looked up at the sky and immediately changed the subject, "How do we shut down this Protective Sect Array?"

Lin Xueran and the others heard this and all looked up at the sky.

A flash of coldness crossed Lin Xueran's face, "I know where the formation eye is located; once the effects of the Spirit-Restricting Order dissipate, it can be easily broken."

Hearing Lin Xueran's words, the expressions of the group relaxed.

Immediately after, a flash of lingering fear crossed Shangguan Yurou's face, and she sighed, "Fortunately, the Hehuan Sect Ancestor only had ten Golden Core Stage cultivators under him, so they could only barely open the grand array and were unable to activate the Killing Array simultaneously; otherwise, we would have been defeated without a doubt."

Hearing her words, Lin Xueran, Dong Yue, and the others all nodded in agreement.

The Hehuan Sect's Protective Sect Array was not a single defensive array.

It was a Formation that integrated a defensive array, an Illusion Array, and a Killing Array into one.

Once the Killing Array was activated, even a Nascent Soul Stage Perfection cultivator could be easily killed; with their strength, it would naturally be difficult to resist.

One hour later.

The power of the Spirit-Restricting Order was exhausted.

The group's cultivation recovered.

Under Lin Xueran's lead, the group easily found the location of the Protective Sect Array's formation eye.

Lin Xueran pointed her fingers repeatedly.

She struck several streams of Spiritual Power into the formation eye.

The next moment, the Sky Screen that shrouded the entire sect suddenly fluctuated.

Then, it dissipated completely.

Ten figures manifested from the sky.

The ten people seemed to have already sensed the defeat of the Hehuan Sect Ancestor, and the moment they were forced to appear, they all flew away outside the sect in a panic.