Chapter 388: I'll draw two swords — that counts as my loss!

Boom!

In the void rift, a headless corpse also fell down.

Someone exclaimed in surprise, "That's Guangzhi Old Ancestor!"

He was instantly killed by the White-robed Supreme.

Guangzhi Old Ancestor hadn't even made a move, hadn't even shown his head, and was already killed by Lu Xuan in the void rift.

Everyone looked incredulous.

Guangzhi Old Ancestor could be counted among the few powerhouses who first entered the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone in the early eras!

In the depths of the void, Lu Xuan wore a white robe, faint divine radiance flowing over him like a white-clad god king, and he glanced lightly at Jiemie Old Man, saying, "This weak? Have you summoned some strong ones! They're not just cannon fodder."

The red hair on Jiemie Old Man's body floated as he struggled to control his emotions.

When did even Guangzhi Old Ancestor become mere cannon fodder!

This is someone who can stir up storms in the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone!

He understood his own strength; his strength was far inferior to Guangzhi Old Ancestor's, by a great margin.

He never expected the White-robed Supreme to instantly kill Guangzhi Old Ancestor in one blow!

After all, wasn't he fighting the White-robed Supreme with back-and-forth blows?

Jiemie Old Man's face was ferocious, his red hair floating, and he thought darkly, "Could it be that the White-robed Supreme has been toying with me all along?"

His complexion was icy, his eyes blazing with anger, "White-robed Supreme, wait for me—I'll keep summoning people!"

The Guangzhi Old Ancestor who just arrived isn't among the strongest!

You should know that since Xuanji Holy Lord opened the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone in the second era, every era since has had powerhouses enter!

"I just don't believe that in the vast Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone, no one can subdue you!"

Jiemie Old Man shouted ferociously, again flicked his sleeve, his spiritual seal shifting, brilliant dao patterns flashing, huge rings of light appearing in the twisted forest, spatial power surging wildly.

Soon, another rift appeared above the void.

Not just one rift!

Powerhouses descended from all four directions.

In the east, the Endless Fire Domain condensed, the power of Burning Heaven and Boiling Sea refining the earth, a thread of worldly power began to stir, even the dao patterns of the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone warped; a monk-robed elder closed his eyes, a braid floated behind his head, his terrifying aura like an abyss and sea shook the surroundings, and directly behind him a colossal phantom coalesced, like a dharma manifestation, his body huge, standing tall between heaven and earth.

Waves of profound Buddhist mystery surged forth.

His eyes remained closed, he sat cross-legged like a great Buddha lying in the void.

Upon seeing him, everyone exclaimed in surprise, "Blind Monk!"

"This is one of the few Buddhist cultivator giants of Nan Huang! It's said he once went to the Western Desert to study Buddhism! His power is unfathomable!"

"This Blind Monk is among the top few powerhouses in the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone across these eras!"

The Blind Monk is blind, but his divine sense illuminates the void, surging golden light blazing around him, Buddhist characters swirling around his body.

He turned his head toward Jiemie Old Man, "I owe you a favor. Today I can act for you once."

Jiemie Old Man pointed at Lu Xuan, "Kill him!"

The Blind Monk hesitated not, about to act, but Jiemie Old Man stopped him, "Wait a bit more! I've summoned a few more to act together."

The Blind Monk's aura retracted, he said in a low voice, "Sure!"

Xuanji Holy Lord slightly furrowed her brows, divine radiance surging in her eyes.

She hadn't expected Jiemie Old Man to actually have ties with the Blind Monk.

Moreover, this time Jiemie Old Man summoned several powerhouses who had entered; it seems he's been up to a lot under her nose.

In the west, the void tore open again, a Heaven-Piercing Sword River surged, towering sword qi stretched thousands of miles, turning into a white long dragon, countless sword qi ripping apart heaven and earth.

An azure-clad sword cultivator lay upon a huge spiritual sword, holding a wine gourd, shooting forth.

His sword qi matched the Blind Monk's, evenly matched!

Everyone exclaimed again in surprise, "This is the Wind Sword Sovereign!"

"His sword art is like a gentle breeze, killing unseen, death like the wind!"

"If not for his lifespan limit, his sword dao would likely reach a terrifying level!"

After the Wind Sword Sovereign descended, he still lay upon the huge spiritual sword, gazing at Jiemie Old Man.

"I can act for you once!"

In the south, a terrifying chain phantom condensed, black qi rolling over it like a black meteor streaking across the void, the thick chain like a black heavenly pillar.

Only a chain was visible, no flesh!

Seeing this, everyone exclaimed again in surprise, "This is the Soul Lock Old Ancestor; in the ancient era his flesh was tainted by strange and unknown forces, at death's door he defied heaven, separating his soul and entrusting it to this Heaven-Piercing Chain, achieving immortality!"

"This ancient black chain is an extraterritorial spiritual weapon! The Soul Lock Old Ancestor embodies it, his strength undiminished and even increased, utterly terrifying!"

A black chain stretched across the sky like a black dragon, coiling above the void, looking down upon Jiemie Old Man.

"What mighty foe? That you'd need to summon us?!"

Jiemie Old Man pointed at Lu Xuan, "White-robed Supreme, that's him."

The black chain trembled slightly, emitting a clinking sound, "Never heard of it."

In the north, an equally terrifying aura surged; wherever it passed, the earth shook and mountains trembled, Heaven-Piercing Divine Radiance illuminating the void.

Boom boom boom!

For a moment, seven powerhouses of the forbidden zones stood in the air above the twisted forest.

Like seven heavenly gods looking down upon Lu Xuan.

The Wind Sword Sovereign finally rose from the great sword, lazily took a sip of spiritual wine, and looked at Jiemie Old Man, "Is this the powerhouse who rose only in this era?"

Jiemie Old Man nodded, "He has something uncanny; I'm no match for him!"

At this moment.

Lu Xuan looked at the Extinction Old Man, "Are all these people here now?"

Upon hearing this, the Extinction Old Man gritted his teeth in anger.

What nonsense is this?

The strength of these seven titans is far, far greater than his!

Even if the seven join forces, they still can't kill the White-robed Supreme?

The Extinction Old Man snarled, "You're too arrogant! Do you really think you're invincible in Nan Huang?"

Lu Xuan wore a calm expression as he looked at the Wind Sword Venerable and the other six, "Alright, don't waste my time. Come at me together."

His voice fell.

Heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned.

"All together?"

"Hahahaha!"

The Wind Sword Venerable burst into laughter; the giant sword beneath his feet kept trembling, surging with sword intent, as he madly mocked Lu Xuan.

The chains of the Soul-lock Old Ancestor swayed continually in the void's gale, and he rebuked, "You're just a fledgling who's newly emerged in this era—how dare you show off before us? It's like brandishing a sword before Lu Ban's door!"

The composed Blind Monk also spoke slowly, "Young White-robed Supreme, although you're about to die, I still want to give you a piece of advice."

"If you don't climb Shan Dian, you won't know how high the mountain is; if you don't approach the deep abyss, you won't know how deep the water is. I've been to the Western Desert, the Northern Plains, the Central Region, and the Eastern Wasteland, traveling a hundred million li, only then did I realize there are always people greater than oneself."

"Remember in your next life to stay humble!"

Lu Xuan snorted.

"These old fogies are still lecturing him?"

The Blind Monk looked at the others, "Who among you will make a move?"

The Soul-lock Old Ancestor looked at the Wind Sword Venerable, "Will you go?"

The Wind Sword Venerable said, "Will you go?"

The seven titans actually began to decline.

In the end, they still chose the Wind Sword Venerable to slay the White-robed Supreme.

The Wind Sword Venerable lounged atop his giant sword, gazing at Lu Xuan.

"I'll give you a chance—you strike first. I'll only use one sword; if I use two, I lose."

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