Chapter 75: Extermination

"Kill!"

Killing the seventh-rank Great Wu Shi with one punch, Xia Daoming didn't even look at him, picking up the two short spears on the ground.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" He threw them out fiercely.

Two Xu Clan martial artists who had already fled more than ten feet away were pierced through by the short spears and fell to the ground.

Blood mixed with rainwater slowly flowed out from them.

The world was deathly silent.

All the Ji Clan members who had survived the disaster looked at this scene in disbelief.

They were actually still alive!

The Xu Clan people were all killed!

"Many thanks, bene..." Soon, Ji Shouli regained his senses and hurriedly stepped forward, his knees bending as he was about to kneel and thank him.

"Big Brother!"

Before Ji Shouli could kneel, Ji Wenyue had already thrown herself into Xia Daoming's arms regardless of anything else.

"This..."

Everyone was petrified!

This masked man who had suddenly killed his way out was actually Ji Wenyue's sworn Big Brother!

Especially Ji Wennan and Ji Wenbin, who had previously blamed Ji Wenyue, were so shocked that they shivered all over, almost wetting their pants.

"I'm sorry, Big Brother came late!" Xia Daoming stroked Ji Wenyue's fragrant back, his heart filled with lingering fear.

If he had come any later, this regret would have been impossible to make up for in this lifetime.

"Late?" Ji Wenyue's heart suddenly trembled violently, and she hurriedly pushed Xia Daoming away, crying: "Big Brother, hurry and go save my grandfather and the others!"

The mountain village, the dilapidated ancestral hall.

The people led by the three elders of the Ji Clan were forced back to the ancestral hall step by step.

In the ancestral hall, the crying of women and some children who couldn't be taken away rose and fell one after another.

Ji Yuanzhen was disheveled, covered in blood, looking like a crazy old man.

But he stood guard at the entrance of the ancestral hall, refusing to retreat any further.

He knew that it was meaningless to go and rescue Ji Wenyue and the others now.

He just wanted to use his last bit of strength to protect the women and children of the Ji Clan in the ancestral hall.

This was his last bit of restraint and dignity as the old patriarch.

Even if he died, he would die standing in front of them!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Ji Yuanzhen swung his saber frantically, repelling the Ding Clan martial artists who were trying to cross him and charge in.

"Brother Yuanzhen, anyway, you will die sooner or later, why bother? Listen, there is no sound from the back mountain; it seems Ji Shouli and the others are finished.

What a pity, the huge Ji Clan will ultimately be exterminated in your hands after all!" Standing outside the crowd, holding a long spear to suppress the formation, Ding Bangning looked at Ji Yuanzhen, a mocking look on his face.

"Haha!" The people surrounding and killing the Ji Clan burst into wild laughter.

"Ah!"

In the rain, Ji Yuanzhen roared hysterically, his eyes splitting, but his feet were like they had taken root, standing firmly at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

"Haha!"

The people surrounding and killing the Ji Clan laughed even more wantonly and arrogantly.

Amidst the wanton laughter, no one noticed a black shadow quietly sneaking in from behind them.

His figure was fast and strange, weaving through the crowd like a ghost.

People fell to the ground one after another without warning.

Blood mixed with rainwater slowly flowed out from under them.

By the time Ding Bangning suddenly realized something was wrong, eight people from the three-clan alliance had already fallen.

The number of people the three-clan alliance sent to hunt down the Ji Clan this time reached about forty, almost double that of the Xu Clan.

But more than half were fourth-rank martial artists, not as elite as the Xu Clan.

Just now, Xia Daoming sneaked in from the periphery, taking advantage of the chaos and their relaxation to ambush and kill those standing relatively on the outside, who were preparing to preserve their strength to deal with the Xu Clan's Great Martial Masters.

"Who are you? Why are you sneaking up on us!" Ding Bangning roared, charging wildly toward Xia Daoming with his spear.

"You guess!" Xia Daoming replied lightly, not only not meeting Ding Bangning but instead continuing to break into the crowd, bumping left and right, continuously swinging and thrusting his short spears.

With every spear thrust, someone bled and fell to the ground.

The difference in strength was too great!

No one could block him at all.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten people from the three-clan alliance fell to the ground.

In this way, counting those killed by the Ji Clan earlier, the three-clan alliance's forces had already suffered more than half casualties.

"Kill! Kill!"

Ji Yuanzhen and the others saw the enemy strewn with corpses in the blink of an eye, their spirits greatly boosted, roaring and swinging their sabers to charge at the disciples of the three clans.

Seeing the situation reverse, and seeing Xia Daoming bumping left and right, people dying as soon as they touched him, even sixth-rank Great Martial Masters being killed in one blow, Ding Bangning, whose head had been muddled by anger, suddenly calmed down.

"Who exactly are you, sir? Why intervene in the affairs of our Li Cheng Ding Clan, Lin Clan, Tyrant Blade Sect, and Xu Clan?" Ding Bangning stopped his steps, his face livid as he questioned.

As Ding Bangning questioned, the disciples of the three-clan alliance retreated toward his position one after another.

The Ji Clan disciples pressed forward step by step.

"Didn't I tell you to guess?" Xia Daoming smiled mockingly, continuing to charge into the crowd of the three-clan alliance's disciples like a wolf into a flock of sheep. Every time his two short spears killed out, someone was either pierced and fell to the ground or was swept away and fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, five or six more people lay dead.

The disciples of the three-clan alliance were all terrified and on the verge of collapse.

Ding Bangning also looked terrified, but he still had some courage and responsibility.

Knowing that if he let Xia Daoming continue to charge like this, the forces he brought would probably all be finished here, he finally gritted his teeth, a look of ruthlessness appearing in his eyes, tapped his toes on the ground, and charged toward Xia Daoming with his spear.

"You guys run quickly, this old man will block this thief!" Ding Bangning roared, his long spear transforming into a sky full of spear shadows. Under the rain curtain, it was all silver light, making it impossible to tell which point was the final killing move.

"Good, some courage!" Xia Daoming saw this, a trace of gravity appearing in his eyes. The two short spears in his hand had already merged into one, and as he danced it, the spear was like a dragon soaring and flying in the air, bringing up bundles of sharp air currents.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A spear and a gun clashed rapidly in the air, like two dragons fighting, bringing up gusts of wind that made their clothes rustle.

"Elder!"

"Grandfather!"

The Ding Clan disciples saw Ding Bangning wanting to stay behind alone to block the strong enemy, all showing sorrow and indignation, unwilling to leave, while the people of the other two clans didn't care about that much, fleeing wildly toward the outside of the village.

"Run quickly!" Ding Bangning roared again.

"Bang!"

Ding Bangning's roar was still echoing in the air, the sky full of spear shadows disappeared abruptly, a figure flew out, and retreated repeatedly, relying on the long spear to support himself so he wouldn't fall.

Just as Ding Bangning had barely supported his body, a long spear thrust over in the air.

Before the spear arrived, an astonishing sharp aura had already arrived. Wherever the spear's sharp aura passed, rainwater splashed toward the surroundings.

"Run!"

Ding Bangning roared again, his body suddenly rising, his long spear killing out.

"Clang!"

The spear tip and the gun tip collided directly.

The spear shaft bent and flew out of his hand.

Ding Bangning fell backward, blood gushing from his mouth.

Finally, with a "bang," he was unable to support himself anymore, falling to the ground, his face pale as paper, his arms holding the spear trembling uncontrollably.

Just from those few clashes, his internal meridians had already been ruptured by the opponent's terrifying dark force.

The Ding Clan disciples saw this, their eyes showing terror, and they turned to chase after the disciples of the other two clans.

Ji Yuanzhen and the others pursued relentlessly.

Ding Bangning slowly turned his head, looking at the disciples fleeing wildly, his gaze complex.

"You can't escape!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in Ding Bangning's ear from far to near, and then Ding Bangning felt a sharp pain in his limbs.

The tendons of his hands and feet were severed!

"You!" The muscles on Ding Bangning's face twisted and were ferocious.

"The day you exterminated the Ji Clan, you should have thought that one day it would be your turn."

The voice swept past Ding Bangning's ear along with a figure.

Ding Bangning followed the figure and looked.

His heart sank into an bottomless abyss.

Only to see that in the distant jungle, a group of people suddenly killed their way out, blocking the disciples of the two clans who had fled first.

It was Ji Shouli, Ji Wennan, and other Ji Clan disciples.

With strong enemies in front and pursuers behind, the remaining dozen or so disciples of the three-clan alliance had nowhere to escape.

"Exterminate! Exterminate!" Ding Bangning muttered with lifeless eyes.

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