Chapter 303: The Tragedy of Zixia Old Ancestor

Yun Feiyang saw the situation and also joined the battle.

His body technique was agile like the wind, his strikes swift like thunder, making it impossible to defend against.

Despite being besieged by two, Zixia Old Ancestor remained calm and composed, his whole body suffused with shining purple qi.

With the Ethereal Purple Rosy Cloud technique pushed to the extreme, his palm and body techniques appeared unhurried and composed.

Leng Wanqing stood silently to the side, her ice true qi already condensed into numerous ice swords hovering in the air.

A flash of cold light passed in her eyes; she flicked her finger, and the ice swords shot toward Zixia Old Ancestor like meteors.

Zixia Old Ancestor flashed his body, dodging the ice swords' attack.

He secretly sighed that Leng Wanqing's martial arts were indeed unfathomable; the speed and power of these ice swords exceeded his imagination.

At this moment, though Zixia Old Ancestor fought three opponents alone, he relied on madly squeezing his internal energy from his whole body.

For a time he actually maintained an invincible position.

The various palm and body techniques of the Zixia Dao Sect were displayed to full effect in the battle, leaving observers in awe.

Ye Ming saw the situation and secretly seethed with anger.

His ink‑dark figure flashed and he launched a more fierce attack on Zixia Old Ancestor.

Yun Feiyang was not willing to yield; his body technique became even more agile like the wind, his strikes even swifter like thunder.

He tried to find Zixia Old Ancestor's opening, but the latter seemed like an insurmountable mountain, making it impossible for him to surpass.

Leng Wanqing continued to control her ice true qi; as she flicked her fingers, ice swords shot toward Zixia Old Ancestor like a downpour.

"Purple Qi Comes from the East!"

Zixia Old Ancestor shouted loudly, both palms thrust out, a vast surge of purple qi sweeping toward the two.

This purple qi seemed sentient, swirling around the two, attempting to bind their movements.

Yun Feiyang gave a cold snort, flashed his body, and dodged the purple qi attack.

He swung his Long Cloud Sword, releasing a sword qi that chopped toward Zixia Old Ancestor.

This sword qi was extremely sharp, as if it would cleave away any obstacle.

At the same time, Leng Wanqing also launched an attack.

She flicked her delicate hand, and several crescent‑moon‑shaped sword qi slashed toward Zixia Old Ancestor's waist.

Zixia Old Ancestor flashed his body, transformed into purple qi, and skillfully evaded the two's attacks.

His smoky‑like form moved like a ghost, shuttling across the battlefield.

Each of his strikes carried a purple rosy glow, as if it could devour everything.

"Excellent technique!"

Yun Feiyang praised.

His body floated like the wind, unpredictably circling Zixia Old Ancestor as he tried to find the opponent's flaw.

Leng Wanqing silently launched her attack; her countless ice swords grew ever fiercer, as if they would cut everything asunder.

But Zixia Old Ancestor stood firm like an insurmountable mountain, each time skillfully neutralizing the attacks of the several.

The battle entered the white‑hot stage.

Their figures intertwined under the moonlight, each collision producing a deafening sound.

"Purple Rosy Clouds Fill the Sky!"

Zixia Old Ancestor suddenly shouted loudly, both palms thrust out, a vast surge of purple qi again sweeping in all directions.

This purple qi seemed to want to swallow the whole world, surging mighty.

Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing felt this powerful aura, their faces changing involuntarily.

Their bodies flashed as they simultaneously retreated, trying to dodge the purple qi attack.

However this purple qi seemed sentient, tightly pursuing the two and leaving them no escape.

"Cloud Crane Dance!"

Yun Feiyang suddenly shouted loudly, his body like the wind flipping in the air as he attacked Zixia Old Ancestor.

His sword technique was agile like the wind, fast as lightning, like a cloud crane flipping in the air as it rushed toward Zixia Old Ancestor.

At the same time, Leng Wanqing also launched a deadly strike.

Her body flashed, appearing like a ghost behind Zixia Old Ancestor, her slender sword thrust straight at his back heart.

This sword was both swift and ruthless, impossible to guard against.

However Zixia Old Ancestor seemed to have eyes on his back; he flashed his body and dodged this deadly strike.

He countered with a palm strike, sending a vast surge of purple qi sweeping toward Leng Wanqing.

Leng Wanqing felt this powerful aura, her face changing, but she did not panic.

She rotated her body, skillfully dodging the purple qi attack, and simultaneously thrust a backhand sword at Zixia Old Ancestor.

The battle among them grew ever fiercer; each exchange seemed intent on putting the opponent in a death trap, merciless and ruthless.

Their figures intertwined under the moonlight, sword qi crisscrossing, as if they wanted to tear the whole world apart.

As time passed, the battle grew ever more intense.

Though Zixia Old Ancestor was extraordinarily brave, under the three‑person siege he gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Although his palm and body techniques remained exquisite, his speed had clearly slowed.

At this moment Yun Feiyang flashed his body, easily dodged one of Zixia Old Ancestor's attacks, and struck back with a palm.

Suddenly Zixia Old Ancestor felt a powerful aura approaching from behind.

He secretly cried "uh‑oh", flashed his body, and narrowly dodged a sneak attack.

Looking back, he saw a sinister‑looking old man staring coldly at him.

The old man wore gray robes, held a long sword, its tip glinting with cold light.

"Du Ying Lao Ren!"

Zixia Lao Zu recognized the sneak attacker, his heart startled.

Du Ying Lao Ren is the leader of the infamous assassin group Hidden Heart Hall in the martial world, renowned for using poison and hidden weapons.

His appearance undoubtedly made this battle even more perilous.

"Hahaha! Purple Cloud Old Man, tonight is your death!"

Du Ying Lao Ren laughed sinisterly, moved, and attacked Zixia Lao Zu.

Zixia Lao Zu silently cursed "Damn it", flashed, and dodged Du Ying Lao Ren's attack.

Tonight's battle has already exceeded his expectations.

I never expected to attract so many old friends and enemies.

The battle lasted a long time, and Zixia Lao Zu already felt powerless.

He is already old, and considerably older than Ye Ming.

But the opposing side are mostly skilled fighters in good condition.

"Ah!"

Zixia Lao Zu exclaimed in surprise, swiftly dodged, but his robe was still torn by the sword qi.

A trickle of fresh blood seeped out, staining his robe red.

"Du Ying Lao Ren, you despicable villain!"

Zixia Lao Zu shouted angrily, a flash of anger and unwillingness crossing his face.

"Purple Cloud Old Man, tonight you cannot escape death!"

Du Ying Lao Ren merely laughed sinisterly.

Upon these words, Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing also halted their attacks, coldly gazing at Zixia Lao Zu.

Ye Jia Lao Zu stood aside, expressionless, as if everything was within his expectations.

Zixia Lao Zu surveyed the surroundings, and a feeling of desolation welled up in his heart.

He had spent his life fighting in the martial world, yet ended up in such a plight.

Of course, he had not given up, but tightly gripped his long sword, preparing for a final life-or-death struggle.

"You traitors, if you want to take my life, see if you have the ability!"

Zixia Lao Zu roared angrily, his body like wind as he charged at the enemies.

Du Ying Lao Ren's appearance completely shattered the battlefield's balance.

As an assassin, his killing sword technique is strange and ruthless, each strike aimed at Zixia Lao Zu's vital points.

(End of chapter)