Chapter 341

After a long while.

The noisy, terrified whispers gradually rose.

"Lord Xiangliu... was struck down?!"

"Heavens, how could this be? Yinglong seemed to have only drawn one sword."

"Strange, strange—those dragon clans must have used some unfathomable, demonic method."

"Lord Xiangliu is dead—this time... the dragon clans have brought great calamity upon themselves."

The young Wu clansmen murmured in doubt and unease.

They naturally did not believe that their own Lord Xiangliu, the great Wu shaman, had perished by "self-detonation."

Thus, the young Wu clansmen naturally concluded that Yinglong must have employed some unknown, eerie method.

They simply had not noticed it, that was all.

More importantly, the Wu Clan differs from other cultivators in the world.

They do not cultivate a primordial spirit; their physical body is their sole essence.

In other words, Xiangliu's physical body self-detonating means true death and extinction of the Dao, with no possibility of revival.

How could the Wu Clan not feel shocked and horrified?!

However, Chiyou's reaction was even swifter.

Upon regaining his senses, his pupils contracted sharply as he stared in disbelief at the Xuanhuang Sword in Yinglong's hand.

"The Slayer of Wu Sword..."

"It must be the Slayer of Wu Sword."

"Damn it, the Buddhist sect actually hid such a killing weapon."

"No, this matter must be reported to the Ancestral Wu immediately."

In that instant, Chiyou formed this suspicion in his heart.

Although they knew of the existence of the Slayer of Wu Sword, they had never witnessed it firsthand.

Earlier, with just "one strike," even someone as mighty as Xiangliu had his body shattered.

Is this not exactly as the rumors describe the Slayer of Wu Sword?!

Upon this thought, Chiyou was suddenly startled.

Numb!

Completely numb!

If the Yao Court wields such a killing move, so be it.

But now, the Buddhist sect also has one?!

In a flash, Chiyou turned and vanished from the spot, rushing to his clan to report this to the Ancestral Wu.

Watching Chiyou depart, Yinglong and the others did not continue the pursuit.

"Brother, what on earth is happening?!"

Panlong, as well as the Qilong who arrived later, looked at Yinglong with bewildered faces, asking thus.

This outcome had completely exceeded their expectations.

After all, in the imagination of the dragon clans, as long as they temporarily repelled Chiyou and Xiangliu, the two great Wu shamans, freed humanity, and rescued Ao Tian and others, that would have been sufficient.

Yet they never expected that the result would be the great Wu shamans coughing blood, meeting true death and extinction of the Dao?!

Hearing Panlong's words, Yinglong finally snapped to attention.

"This... this... I don't know either!"

"My sword strike never even touched Xiangliu's physical body."

He said this with absolute certainty.

No one knows better than he what that strike truly was.

After a pause, he added with some regret:

"If I had known the great Wu shamans were so fragile, we should have saved the people first."

The earlier impact was truly immense.

Therefore, Yinglong's words were not spoken softly on purpose.

Upon hearing this, the young Wu clansmen's faces sank like still water, their anger unceasing.

Yet, awed by the fear of Xiangliu's death, they merely stared coldly at Yinglong, daring not to speak further.

But in every gaze, they wished to slice the dragon clan members into pieces.

Panlong and the others naturally felt this intense hostility.

They also had no time to dwell on it.

"This is too strange!"

"Soon, stronger Wu Clan members will surely descend."

"We should leave quickly."

At this moment, Panlong and the others had already rescued Ao Tian, Ao Zhan, and others.

Then, without hesitation, they lifted the still-confused Yinglong and vanished into the void.

Elsewhere.

The Twelve Ancestral Wus of the Wu Clan each govern a tribe, and are named after the laws of the Ancestral Wu.

At this moment, in the Fire Tribe.

Zhongruo sat cross-legged in a divine hall.

Upon hearing Chiyou's report before him, Zhongruo instantly sprang to his feet, his pupils contracting sharply.

"What?"

"Xiangliu died at the hands of the Dragon Clan?!"

He looked at Chiyou in disbelief, asking in return.

Chiyou nodded and continued to add:

"Reporting to the Ancestral Wu, I have seen it with my own eyes, there will be no mistake!"

"That Yinglong unleashed a treacherous sword and directly blew up Xiangliu's brother."

"In my view, that sword must indeed be the so-called Witch-Slaying Sword."

He also conveyed his speculation to Zhurong.

Upon hearing this, Zhurong's eyebrows shot up even more.

Boom!

Around him, vast qi surged, mixed with an indescribable scorching sensation.

The laws surged violently, flames rose, revealing the raging fury in Zhurong's heart.

"Yinglong, you seek death!"

Zhurong gritted his teeth and snarled lowly.

After all, Xiangliu originally belonged to the Fire Tribe and was Zhurong's subordinate.

For the former, Zhurong also valued it greatly.

Moreover, the war between witches and demons is imminent.

Losing one great witch is almost unbearable for the Wu Clan.

Zhurong said no more, speaking sternly:

"Lead the way quickly, go to the place where Xiangliu died."

"Today, I vow to slaughter the Dragon Clan and avenge Xiangliu!"

The journey need not be elaborated.

By the time Zhurong reached the human realm, Yinglong and the others had long since vanished without a trace.

However, through the words of the lesser witch, he still learned that Yinglong and the others had indeed "fled" toward the direction of the Western Heaven and Earth.

Zhurong's gaze was deep as he stared toward the Western Heaven and Earth.

"You lesser witches, temporarily guard this place!"

"This matter must also not be prematurely disclosed to Emperor Jiang's elder brothers and others!"

Zhurong instructed thus.

Upon hearing this, the lesser witches looked at each other, some puzzled.

"Is our Ancestral Witch Zhurong planning to fight alone?!"

However, out of reverence for the Ancestral Witch, the lesser witches still nodded in agreement, daring not to disrespect.

In fact, it is not that Zhurong wants to play the lone hero.

Rather, he knows that if this matter were to be known by other Ancestral Witches, they would likely weigh pros and cons, fear the might of Western Buddhism, and advise him to endure in silence.

However, Zhurong's killing intent has already reached an unprecedented height, impossible to resolve.

Therefore, he disregards all consequences and must slay Yinglong and the others.

Leaving behind these words, Zhurong said no more.

He immediately took Chiyou, a single step covering ten thousand miles, swift as lightning, chasing westward to slaughter.

Meanwhile, in the Western Buddhist Sect.

Tranquil!

Auspicious!

Chen Ku remains in seclusion, unaware of everything happening outside.

But at a certain moment, in the Mahavira Hall, Zhunti's expression suddenly shifted.

"Eh... has another change occurred among humanity?!"

He muttered to himself.

While speaking, he also slightly turned his gaze, looking toward the direction of the human realm.

Clearly, a sage's single thought perceives all heavenly secrets.

At this moment, Zhunti has already sensed all that has happened among humanity, as well as the Ancestral Witch personally taking action to pursue Yinglong and the others.

According to reason, this matter naturally calls for Chen Ku to intervene, which would be most appropriate.

After all, he is originally the Holy Father of humanity, and the Dragon powerhouses were also drawn in by him.

However, Zhunti looked toward the direction of Chen Ku's dojo.

Faintly visible, there was a vast and profound Dao rhythm flowing like an abyss, obscure and subtle, orderly, tranquil and peaceful.

Seeing this, Zhunti immediately understood that Chen Ku was still in the midst of comprehending the Dao.

"It seems... only I, as Chen Ku's martial nephew, can handle this matter in his stead."

Zhunti muttered helplessly.

This statement can be described as shocking to the world.

After all, between heaven and earth, since ancient times, only disciples and juniors have run errands for seniors, doing various things.

When has there ever been a case where a senior sage actively acts on behalf of juniors?!

Is this not inverting the cosmic order?!

However, Zhunti does not feel there is anything improper about it.

After all, the Western Buddhist Sect's current flourishing state is largely due to Chen Ku's great contributions.

Even Jieyin and Zhunti, the two sages, would sigh and admit they are inferior.

Chen Ku has already done enough for the West.

What is it that this martial uncle of mine does for him? It's nothing at all!

Having made his decision, Zhunti's body erupted with profound light.

In the blink of an eye, he had completely vanished within the Mahavira Hall.

As for Yinglong and the others at this moment,

they also did not wish to directly confront the might of the ancestral Wu.

Therefore, they pushed their speed to the utmost, heading toward the Western realms.

Yet their speed, compared to Zhurong's ability to stride across ten thousand li in a single step, shrinking the earth to an inch, still seemed lacking.

At a certain moment!

Boom!

Boom!

Behind the few of them, only the sound of repeated, deep, heavenly tones exploding could be heard, deafening and accompanied by immense pressure.

That feeling was like a surging flood, yet also like ten thousand horses galloping.

However, when the few turned to look back, they saw only Zhurong accompanied by Chiyou—just two figures.

One can imagine how terrifying Zhurong's strength truly is.

Yinglong and the others were greatly startled and dismayed.

Know that they, at this moment, had not yet reached the Two-Boundaries Mountain.

That is to say, they had not yet entered the Western territories.

The Buddhist sages were far away in the heavens, and seeing Zhurong's murderous aura raging and his momentum surging, Yinglong and the others also felt uneasy in their hearts.

This is also the reason why Zhurong dares to pursue and kill without restraint.

As long as they have not entered the Western territories, even if Jieyin, Zhunti, and other sages appear, they have something to say.

Before Yinglong and the others could think further,

behind them, Zhurong's explosive shout also rang out.

"You despicable dragon clan, humph, still trying to run?!"

"Today, the blood debt of Brother Xiangliu, you shall pay with blood!"

Zhurong is extremely violent and fierce.

His words had not yet fallen when a fierce palm wind, carrying the intense heat that could burn and collapse the heavens, had already surged forth mightily.

For a moment, Yinglong and the others felt their body hairs explode.

Even though they had cultivated long in the Buddhist gate, upon asking themselves, they were absolutely no match for Zhurong.

Yinglong simply gritted his teeth and said:

"Ao Li, Ao Tian, you all quickly depart, seek aid from the Western Buddhist gate."

"This seat and Panlong will temporarily block Zhurong's might."

Yinglong's decision was indeed decisive.

Among the dragon clan present, only he and Panlong had the greatest strength.

Only by joining forces could they possibly buy time for Ao Li and the others to escape.

As his words fell, Yinglong and Panlong immediately turned around.

In an instant, the two revealed their true forms and displayed their water-controlling ability.

In that moment, within a radius of a million li, rivers flowed backward, surging upward into the heavens.

Endless water pillars burst forth, fiercely resisting Zhurong's scorching aura.

Ao Li and the others also knew that now was not the time for idle talk.

Therefore, they also immediately set off, heading even faster toward the distance.

Above the heavens, water and fire energies intertwined.

Floods raged, flames burned the heavens!

Such a sight made all beings feel their scalps explode and their bones turn to ice.

Fortunately, for a time, Zhurong was indeed held back by Yinglong and Panlong.

Watching Ao Li and the others flee far away, Zhurong's eyes gleamed with cruelty.

These dragon clan members, he prepares to let none of them go.

"Chiyou, you go and hunt down those wicked dragons!"

"Not one shall be left!"

Zhurong gave this order.

Upon hearing it, Chiyou immediately accepted the command.

Then, with a flip of his palm, a myriad-beast sword suddenly appeared, its cold light shining brightly, seizing the heart and soul.

This is a unique wu treasure of the Wu Clan, requiring no divine sense to control, yet able to unleash power no less than that of a spiritual treasure.

And Chiyou's myriad-beast sword is equivalent to the grade of a top-tier innate spiritual treasure.

Chiyou also brought forth endless killing intent, straight toward the direction of Ao Li and the others.

The myriad-beast sword's divine light burst forth, illuminating the universe.

That kind of icy killing intent was even more unstoppable, terrifying beyond compare.

Not long after, Chiyou also caught up again with Ao Li and the others.

After all, he and Yinglong are of comparable strength.

For Ao Li and these younger dragon kin, it could almost be called a dimensional strike in their presence.

"You damned dragon clan."

"This is for Chiyou's brother to be buried with!"

With his closest brother dead, Chiyou struck out in hatred.

The myriad beasts blade in his hand instantly surged with a million-zhang killing light, carrying the edge to destroy all things, and he swung it down at Ao Li and the others.

This strike left Ao Li and the others terrified.

With their strength, they could not possibly resist!

What should we do?

Are they destined to die here?

Ao Li and the others said nothing, but facing the terror of life and death, deep fear inevitably appeared in their eyes.

However, just as everyone thought Ao Li and the others were surely doomed.

In the arena, a sudden change occurred.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound of tearing through the air rang out.

Immediately after, in the darkness, a wondrous celestial melody seemed to enter the ears, extremely pleasant to hear.

Immediately after, an even more magnificent and splendid scene emerged.

Only then was it seen that, above the nine heavens, a large umbrella wreathed in celestial energy suddenly descended.

The large umbrella was mysterious and divine, showering celestial light across the heavens!

At the same time, a bone-chilling icy aura surged outward.

That large umbrella appeared fragile and easily broken.

However, in an instant, it enveloped Ao Li and the others completely.

Immediately after, Chiyou's violent strike also heavily landed upon the umbrella.

Clang.......

This collision produced no earth-shaking sound, only a sharp metallic ringing.

On the umbrella, the celestial light became even more wondrous, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earths, and it began to slowly rotate.

Overcoming hardness with softness!

Chiyou's attack was indeed violent!

But at this moment, a vortex seemed to form in the void, invisibly resolving the might of the myriad beasts blade.

Even, as the celestial-qi-enshrouded large umbrella rotated, streams of qi swept outward, forcing Chiyou himself to shudder violently and sway slightly.

Chiyou's pupils contracted, as if he had thought of something.

"The yin qi......"

"Xi He? Chang'e? Who exactly made a move?!"

Indeed!

Though Chiyou did not cultivate a primordial spirit, he instantly discerned that what surrounded the umbrella was precisely the extremely rich yin qi.

His words fell.

Not long after, a peerless and exquisitely beautiful figure gradually descended into the arena.

The one who came was precisely Chang'e!