The First Marquis of Daxuan

"Even if your disciple tries to fool you with a fake treasure, we won't laugh at you. What family doesn't have a couple of unworthy disciples?"

Kitamiya's voice echoed in the main hall.

Although the Martial Ancestor did not speak, the atmosphere in the hall inexplicably began to become oppressive.

Everyone held their breath, fearing the Martial Ancestor's wrath.

Today's birthday banquet has been a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone.

Previously, Wu Jiutong and Beigong Ye were locked in a fierce battle, but now the spearhead has been pointed at the Martial Ancestor!
At the Martial Ancestor's birthday banquet, someone actually tried to target him!

Anyone can see that what happened today is definitely not a coincidence.

The sect leader of the Azure Sky Sect, Fu Canglan, and Bei Gongye spoke at the same time. Unless the Martial Ancestor completely abandoned all pride, he simply could not refuse.

However, what everyone is unsure about now is whether Cha Haishan or Tian Cangchen should be held responsible for this matter.

Cha Haishan was punished by the Martial Ancestor and is now in the Thunder Pool.

But Lu Yiming is Cha Haishan's man, a fact that cannot be hidden from those who are interested.

Lu Yiming publicly pointed out that the treasure brought back by Tian Cangchen was fake, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face to Wu Zong.

However, Lu Yiming's behavior was not entirely unreasonable. If the treasure that Tian Cangchen brought back was fake, and the Martial Ancestor was deceived, then when people found out later, the Martial Ancestor would only lose more face.

Therefore, it cannot be said that Cha Haishan was targeting Wu Zu.

Is that Tian Cangchen?
If the treasure in Tian Cangchen's possession is truly fake, then he is deceiving the Martial Ancestor, and it is he who wants to humiliate the Martial Ancestor.

Things suddenly became complicated.

Some even suspected that Tian Cangchen and Cha Haishan might have allied themselves with the Cangqiong Sect and Beigong Ye, which led to the scene at the birthday banquet.

While everyone speculated amongst themselves, their eyes revealed excitement.

Such an exciting event! As people who experienced it firsthand, they'll have plenty to brag about later.

Whether the treasure is real or fake, it doesn't affect them; they just need to enjoy the show.

These successive events caused the matter between Su Mu and Bei Gongye to be completely forgotten.

Su Mu sat quietly in his seat, becoming a spectator as well.

With no one paying attention, Su Mu's gaze swept across the entire room, silently observing everyone.

The message that Huan Chen and Huan Bing passed on to him should be true.

Well, the best is yet to come.

Su Mu pondered to himself.

“Master, the treasure of the Seventy-Two Thieves is genuine. I gathered seventy-two divine weapons of destiny in the outer realms, obtained the map of the treasure, and then fought against many heroes to finally seize it.”

"Back then, the Medicine God and his ilk from the Azure Sky Sect tried to seize the treasure from me, but they were no match for me."

Tian Cangchen shouted, "I have no reason to lie to Master! It was Cha Haishan and the others who deliberately framed me!"

"Master, I am willing to publicly display the treasure of the Seventy-Two Thieves to clear my name!"

Before even waiting for Martial Ancestor's reply, he waved his arm.

Crash.

Brilliant.

Countless treasures rained down from the sky, instantly piling up into a small mountain.

"Lu Yiming, you say this treasure is fake? How is it fake?!"

Tian Cangchen roared in anger.

"Haha."

Lu Yiming remained silent, but Bei Gongye burst into laughter and said, "This is the treasure of the Seventy-Two Thieves?"
I say, Tian Cangchen, you're really underestimating the Seventy-Two Thieves.

"Alas, I've heard it all along. Your Martial Sect's rise to power is too recent, and its foundation too shallow. I originally thought these were just rumors, but I never expected—"

He sighed and shook his head.

"Now that I see it, it really is so. Tian Cangchen, you are supposed to be a direct disciple of the Martial Ancestor, is that all the insight you have?"

Kitamiya's words were extremely sarcastic.

Tian Cangchen's face turned deathly pale, and his body swayed.

"Master——"

He looked to Martial Ancestor for help.

"It's definitely fake."

The Martial Ancestor spoke calmly, his face expressionless.

As soon as he said those words, Tian Cangchen felt as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out, and he collapsed to the ground.

It turns out—it's fake?

In front of so many people, he actually presented his master with a fake treasure as a congratulatory gift, which was a complete disgrace.

From now on, he will never be able to raise his head again.

Most importantly, if he offends his master, how will he take over the Martial Sect in the future?

Lu Yiming stood to the side with his hands clasped, his face devoid of any smile, making it impossible to discern his mood.

Judging from his appearance alone, he showed no sign of the joy of a victor, as if he had simply done his duty.

"Although your judgment is poor, your intentions are commendable. You may leave now."

Martial Ancestor said calmly, his gaze falling on Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Azure Sky Sect, and Bei Gongye.

"Are you two satisfied?"

His tone was calm, neither pleased nor angry.

"What do you mean, Brother Wu?"

Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Cangqiong Sect, shook his head and said, "For this treasure, my Cangqiong Sect lost dozens of golden-armored generals and also lost a Dan Pavilion Master. Now that the treasure is fake, I feel just as heavy-hearted as you, Brother Wu."

"Hey, someone actually managed to manipulate the Azure Sky Sect and the Martial Sect at will. You two are seasoned veterans, but you've really embarrassed yourselves this time."

Kitamiya gloated.

"If the treasure of the Seventy-Two Thieves is real, I'm afraid some people will be restless."

Martial Ancestor glanced at the two of them and said indifferently, "It's good that it's fake, otherwise I'm afraid your father would have to condescend to come to my Martial Sect, Brother Beigong."

To be able to establish the Martial Sect on his own and to be able to rival the Azure Sky Sect, how could the Martial Ancestor be a madman like Zhu Feng?

He's arrogant, but he's not stupid.

He knows everything.

Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Cangqiong Sect, frowned slightly, about to speak.

Suddenly, another person stepped out from the main hall.

The man's clothes and appearance clearly indicated that he was a disciple of the Martial Sect.

The other party stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Zhao Du, a disciple of the Martial Sect, congratulates the Sect Master on his 1000th birthday."

Under the guidance of Senior Brother Tian Cangchen, the disciples and others prepared a congratulatory gift for the sect leader.

May our sect leader enjoy boundless blessings and live as long as the heavens!

"See? I told you, Cha Haishan paid our Senior Wu to suppress Tian Cangchen, it wasn't just baseless."

Near the main hall, Du Fangkun whispered to the madman Zhu Feng.

"Cha Haishan must know that his previous scheme could not suppress Tian Cangchen at all, which is why he arranged for Senior Wu as a backup plan."

See? I was right.

Cha Haishan had a plan to climb over the wall, and Tian Cangchen had a ladder to scale it—and here they are!

Du Fangkun looked like he had already thought of that.

Unfortunately, all of his words were just a flirtation with the blind man.

The madman Zhu Feng neither understood nor wanted to listen.

Just then, Zhao Du, a disciple of the Martial Sect, presented another congratulatory gift.

He made it clear that this was prepared by Tian Cangchen and many other martial arts disciples for the Martial Ancestor.

"One thousand drops of Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Bellstone Milk, one thousand Azure Sea Tide Pearls, one thousand Three-Life Grasses, one thousand Earth Core Fire Lotus Seeds, one thousand catties of Meteorite Iron Essence, one thousand boxes of Nine Heavens Crane Saliva Incense, one thousand bottles of Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Azure Liquid..."

Zhao Du's voice echoed in the hall, and each name he announced elicited gasps of surprise from the crowd.

Ten kinds of rare and precious materials were the gifts that Tian Cangchen and his disciples prepared for the Martial Ancestor. The quantity of each kind of rare and precious material was exactly one thousand, which was just in time for the Martial Ancestor's thousandth birthday.

Perfect in every way, a long and prosperous life.

To be honest, these ten kinds of rare and precious materials are all extremely rare treasures. It took Tian Cangchen and his group a lot of effort to gather enough gifts.

For example, the ancient stalactite, which takes ten thousand years to form, can only be collected by venturing deep into treacherous ancient caves and resisting the corrosive influence of yin energy. Moreover, it takes a hundred years for a single drop to condense, and it can only be obtained by carefully collecting it in a chalcedony bottle on a full moon night.

To collect a thousand drops, I don't know how much time it would take, or how many caves I would have to visit.

There's also the Nine Heavens Crane Saliva Fragrance, which can only be formed when the saliva of a thousand-year-old crane drips onto a specific spiritual tree. Even if you wait for a hundred years in the high mountains of the cloud sea, you might not be able to collect it.

It's no exaggeration to say that these ten rare and precious materials are worth almost as much as that fake treasure.

Previously, Bei Gongye mocked the Martial Sect for its shallow foundation, but in the end, the disciples of the Martial Sect presented such a priceless congratulatory gift.

Filial piety and sincerity are all contained in this gift.

Even the Martial Ancestor couldn't help but smile.

The face that Emperor Wuzong had just lost has been completely regained with this congratulatory gift.

Who would dare say that the disciples of the Martial Sect are unworthy?

Who would dare say that the Martial Sect has a shallow foundation?

Even the Azure Sky Sect might not be able to produce these ten rare and precious materials.

It's not that the Azure Sky Sect lacks resources, but rather that collecting a thousand of these rare and precious materials would require an immense amount of effort, and the Azure Sky Sect disciples simply don't have the patience to do such a thing.

A hint of jealousy flashed deep in the eyes of Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Cangqiong Sect.

The Martial Ancestor is truly lucky to have taken in some excellent disciples.

When will the disciples of the Azure Sky Sect have such filial piety?

"This filial piety is enough. Don't waste so much energy next time. Just focus on your cultivation; that's the greatest filial piety you can show me."

The Martial Ancestor had someone accept the congratulatory gift and said with a smile.

Damn it, he got away with it.

Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Cangqiong Sect, and Bei Gongye thought to themselves.

Lu Yiming lowered his head and sighed inwardly.

Just as the senior brother predicted, Cha Haishan was a treacherous villain disguised as a loyal one, and he was not so easy to deal with.

Who would have thought that, in addition to the treasure of the Seventy-Two Thieves, he had prepared such a congratulatory gift?

Collecting a thousand portions of ten kinds of rare and precious materials would be impossible without decades of effort.

How old is Tian Cangchen?

Has he been preparing for this day for decades?

What cunning!
No wonder even the senior brother had to temporarily avoid him.

It's unclear whether Wu Jiutong can keep Tian Cangchen in check.

Lu Yiming glanced at Su Mu furtively, thinking to himself, "If even Wu Jiutong can't suppress Tian Cangchen, then Senior Brother is in danger."

Lu Yiming was filled with worry.

After Zhao Du, a disciple of Emperor Wuzong, presented his congratulatory gift, the other guests followed suit and presented their own gifts.

Those who receive an invitation from the Martial Ancestor are all powerful figures in the Taixu Sacred Realm.

The gifts presented by everyone were certainly not too meager, but none of them could compare to the "perfect" gift prepared by Tian Cangchen and the others.

As Su Mu looked at the gifts, a hint of greed flashed deep in his eyes.

These people in the Taixu Sacred Realm are living too extravagantly.

It's just a birthday celebration, yet I've received so many gifts.

If these things were given to him, the outer realms wouldn't have to worry about a lack of resources for at least a hundred years.

And these were merely the congratulatory gifts received by the Martial Ancestor.

I really want to steal all of these things.

Su Mu thought to himself.

However, trying to snatch these things from the Martial Ancestor would be like taking chestnuts out of a fire, and it would be almost impossible.

Just then, Su Mu felt a gaze fall upon him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that it was Lu Yiming secretly winking at him.

Su Mu understood.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters with them.

In this respect, Su Mu is very professional.

"Wu Jiutong of the Wu family of Xiangzhou offers his congratulations to the Martial Ancestor."

Su Mu stood up, cupped his hands, and raised his voice.

As soon as he spoke, all eyes in the hall fell on him.

Bei Gongye snorted coldly, a look of disdain on his face.

"Some seats are not for just anyone."

Kitamiya said sarcastically, "If the gift is too shabby, it's better to just eat and drink for free, since it's embarrassing anyway."

The meager savings you make might just be your entire year's food and drink.

Su Mu merely glanced at him indifferently, "Whether it's shabby or not is up to the Martial Ancestor to decide."

With a flick of his wrist, a beam of light flew toward the Martial Ancestor.

Upon seeing this, the martial arts disciples in the hall all made a move to attack.

The Martial Ancestor gently waved his hand, indicating that everyone should not be agitated.

He grabbed it casually, and a booklet appeared in his hand.

"That's it?"

Bei Gongye glanced at it and laughed loudly, "Wu Jiutong, you wouldn't have copied those pedantic scholars of the secular world and personally written a few congratulatory poems for the Martial Ancestor, would you?"

Do you think your calligraphy is a small gift but carries great sentiment?

Bei Gongye emphasized the words "calligraphy treasure," his sarcasm evident in his words.

Wu Zu didn't care about Wu Jiutong's congratulatory gift. He wanted to give Wu Jiutong a way out and was about to put the booklet into the pile of gifts.

But then Su Mu gestured for them to turn the page.

After a brief pause, Wu Zu, piqued by curiosity, actually flipped through the booklet.

Upon opening it, Wu Zu's brows furrowed slightly. He then looked up at Su Mu, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"This was indeed written by my own hand, Bei Gongye. It certainly deserves the title of 'Masterpiece.' As for whether it's a small or large gift—"

Su Mu smiled faintly and said slowly, "I don't know whether 'The Return to the Ruins' is a light gift or a heavy gift."

boom!
Before Su Mu finished speaking, several figures in the hall had already stood up involuntarily.

Even Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Cangqiong Sect, tightened his grip on the armrest of his chair.

"The Return to the Ruins"?
The faces of everyone from the Azure Sky Sect in the hall darkened.

Has Wu Jiutong confessed without being asked?

Who gave them the audacity to provoke the Azure Sky Sect to their face!
All eyes turned to the Martial Ancestor's hand.

That booklet is still in Wu Zu's hands, and it has already been opened.

If that really is the "Return to the Ruins" that Wu Jiutong mentioned...

A wave of fear washed over everyone.

Anyone with a modicum of knowledge knows what "The Return to the Void" means to the Azure Sky Sect.

Now that the "Guixu Yin" has fallen into the hands of the Martial Ancestor, and he has already read it, the only option for the Cangqiong Sect is to kill the Martial Ancestor.

"If you're not Wu Jiutong, then who are you?"

Just then, the Martial Ancestor slowly spoke.

His expression remained calm and composed, as if nothing, no matter how significant, could move him.

With his intelligence, the Martial Ancestor naturally knew what the situation was.

The Guixu Yin is in his hands, regardless of how it came to be, that is the fact.

How Elder Qiu Beisong of the Azure Sky Sect died is no longer important.

Regardless of whether Qiu Beisong's death was related to Wuzong, the Cangqiong Sect will not let Wuzong off the hook.

This is not a congratulatory gift; it's a death warrant.

Although the Martial Ancestor was not afraid, he would not be used as a tool for others for nothing.

The Martial Ancestor's gaze was fixed on Su Mu, his eyes sharp. An ordinary person would certainly not be able to withstand the pressure emanating from the Martial Ancestor.

But for Su Mu, the pressure from the Martial Ancestor was not enough to frighten him.

"I don't understand what Lord Wuzu means."

"Of course I am Wu Jiutong."

Su Mu said calmly, "I obtained this item by chance in Yin Ruins. If Lord Martial Ancestor does not like it, you can return it to me. There is no need to deny my identity because of it."

Wu Zu and Fu Canglan both snorted coldly.

Yin Ruins?

They didn't believe a single word.

Such blatant attempts to sow discord are unacceptable to the two leaders of the two most powerful sects in the world.

But this kind of sowing discord is also a calculated scheme.

Even though they knew it was a trap, the two of them still couldn't escape it.

It's impossible for Emperor Wu to obtain "The Return to the Ruins".

If the Martial Ancestor has already seen it, then the only option is to kill him.

This is an unchangeable ironclad rule for the Azure Sky Sect.

Both Wu Zu and Fu Canglan were well aware of this.

The reason they didn't act immediately was simply because they didn't want to be used.

After dealing with Wu Jiutong, then the matter between the Martial Sect and the Azure Sky Sect can be addressed.

"Since you're not going to say it, then there's no need to say it."

The Martial Ancestor slowly raised his hand, and a breathtaking power began to gather beneath his palm.

call!
Suddenly, a strong wind arose inside the main hall.

Seeing that the Martial Ancestor was about to take action himself, Su Mu showed no sign of tension on his face; instead, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

That's when.

Martial Ancestor suddenly lowered his hand slowly.

Everyone was puzzled, wondering why the Martial Ancestor had suddenly stopped.

Could it be that Wu Jiutong really has some incredible background that even the Martial Ancestor doesn't dare to touch him?
Pfft!
A sound rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a person fall to the ground.

This was as if a switch had been flipped, and the sounds started coming in one after another.

People kept falling, and in no time, the dishes and cups were scattered everywhere.

The Martial Ancestor sat upright in his seat, a glint of light flashing deep within his eyes.

He looked at Su Mu and said coldly, "Very well. I underestimated you."

They actually managed to poison someone in the main hall.

I'm really curious, who exactly are you?

"Martial Ancestor, you've been high and mighty for too long. Have you lost your basic judgment?"

How did you figure out that I was the one who poisoned him?

Su Mu shook his head and said bluntly, "Didn't you realize that I've been poisoned too?"

Almost everyone in the hall panicked.

They felt completely powerless, as if all their strength had vanished.

Without power, they are now at the mercy of others.

The most terrifying thing is that even the Martial Ancestor was poisoned!
No wonder he suddenly stopped; it turns out he realized he was poisoned when he started!

"Not you?"

Martial Ancestor's brows furrowed involuntarily.

He turned to look at Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Cangqiong Sect.

“Brother Wu, there’s no need to look at me. Even if my Cangqiong Sect were to take action against the Wu Sect, we would not resort to such despicable means.”

Fu Canglan said in a deep voice, "There's no need to resort to such despicable means."

His words were filled with confidence.

The Azure Sky Sect is the number one sect in the world!

But even his strong confidence couldn't hide the fact that he was also poisoned.

However, the sect leader of the Azure Sky Sect is, after all, the sect leader of the Azure Sky Sect.

Even though he was poisoned, he remained seated, showing no sign of panic.

With the calm and composure of Martial Ancestor and Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Azure Sky Sect, the panic that had been spreading in the hall gradually subsided.

"Boom."

A rumbling sound rang out, and the main hall doors slowly closed, the heavy doors emitting a dull thud.

As the door closed, the windows around it also shut.

The main hall was instantly plunged into darkness.

Even though everyone present was a martial arts expert, they were rendered blind in the absence of any light.

The most terrifying thing is that they are poisoned and lose all their power, even their divine sense cannot be mobilized.

A sense of foreboding rose in everyone's hearts.

puff!
puff!
The sound of a weapon piercing through a body rang out, followed by a short scream.

Everyone knows that the mastermind behind it all has started killing people.

Everyone panicked. Some started scrambling around, some started shouting angrily, and some started asking the Martial Ancestor for help.

Su Mu moved to Du Fangkun and Madman Zhu Feng's side without them noticing, and whispered for the two to hide behind him.

Chaos reigned in the main hall.

But Su Mu was not too flustered.

He knew something was going to happen and was prepared.

Even if he were poisoned, given his physical strength, no one could possibly harm him if he lay still.

If he was like this, one can only imagine how much more powerful the Martial Ancestor was.

Su Mu couldn't figure out how the mastermind was planning to kill the Martial Ancestor.

He shielded Du Fangkun and the madman Zhu Feng, shrinking them into a corner and trying not to make a sound.

The screams continued inside the hall.

That's when.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
A few crisp sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the entire hall suddenly became brightly lit.

On the roof of the main hall, there were several fist-sized luminous pearls embedded there.

Although the pearl's light was not very bright, it still illuminated the entire hall.

Only then did everyone see that the hall was already a river of blood.

Several people dressed in black robes and wearing bronze masks stood in the center of the hall, holding sharp blades from which blood was still dripping.

The sudden light startled the men in black robes.

"Kill the main culprit first!"

Several men in black robes exchanged glances and then rushed towards Martial Ancestor at the same time.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, indicating it was of high quality.

The Martial Ancestor remained expressionless.

Ding dong!

Several sharp blades struck Wu Zu simultaneously, tearing his clothes apart.

But that was all. Those few high-grade blades only left a white mark on the Martial Ancestor's skin. They couldn't even make him bleed, let alone kill him.

Wu Zu flicked his finger.

A strong wind howled, and the bronze mask on the face of a man in black robes shattered with a crash, leaving a deep, bottomless blood hole between his eyebrows.

"Oh no! He wasn't poisoned!"

The remaining men in black robes were shocked and retreated.

If Martial Ancestor hadn't been poisoned, let alone those few, even if several more came, they still wouldn't be a match for him.

In the blink of an eye, the men in black robes had retreated several feet away.

That's when they realized something was wrong.

If the Martial Ancestor hadn't been poisoned, he would never have allowed them to harm people in the palace.

With Martial Ancestor's strength, one move would be enough to kill them all.
But the Martial Ancestor did not do so.

The Martial Ancestor watched them kill more than ten people without intervening, and when he finally did, he only managed to kill one of their companions.

"Hmph! Don't be afraid, everyone. He was indeed poisoned, but he only has some strength left."

A man in black robes shouted, "We can definitely kill him!"

"You can try it."

The Martial Ancestor spoke calmly, his tone not loud, but it still made the black-robed men subconsciously take a half step back.

The might of the Martial Ancestor is not to be underestimated by anyone in the world.

"Just try it!"

A man in black robes shouted, his figure rising into the air, and he swung his sword at the Martial Ancestor.

boom!
A fierce wind raged, and a blade of light ten feet long struck the Martial Ancestor.

The man in black robes spoke eloquently, but when he actually launched his attack, he dared not get close to the Martial Ancestor.

With a loud bang, the Martial Ancestor's hair and beard flew wildly.

His clothes were completely shredded, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

The blade flashed and left a clearly visible white mark on his body.

The man in black robes spun around and slashed horizontally with his sword.

The Martial Ancestor gave a soft, cold snort and moved his neck slightly.

Click.

The blade light was shattered, and the black-robed man's body was also affected, involuntarily tilting to the side.

A hint of surprise flashed in the black-robed man's eyes, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Martial Ancestor's power is now reduced to this.

It can no longer hurt him at all.

Just as he was trying to regain his footing and launch another attack on the Martial Ancestor.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Swish!
A flash of cold light streaked past, and the man in black robes widened his eyes in shock before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Then, Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Cangqiong Sect, slowly lowered his hand.

The one who made the move was none other than him.

Just now, the Martial Ancestor deliberately threw the man in black towards Fu Canglan.

The man in black robes was focused on the Martial Ancestor, and was killed by Fu Canglan in one blow.

As two of the world's top experts, if Martial Ancestor still had the power to kill a man in black robes, then Fu Canglan was no exception.

This scene caused the remaining men in black robes to take another step back.

They stared at Wu Zu and Fu Canglan with wary expressions.

"Their forces are exhausted. Move in, use ranged attacks!"

A few breaths later, the men in black robes shouted.

They've already taken action, so there's no turning back.

If everyone in the hall is not killed, and even one of them leaves alive, they will all face certain death.

Some of the men in black robes attacked Wu Zu and Fu Canglan, while others attacked the others.

"The one who has a grudge against you is the Martial Ancestor. Why are you killing us? We are just guests who came to the banquet!"

One person shouted loudly.

But the men in black robes ignored them and beheaded the man with a single stroke.

That person was also a powerful cultivator at the Heavenly Fate Realm, but he was not a body-refining martial artist. His physical strength was no match for that of Martial Ancestor and others. When faced with divine weapons, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Blood splattered, and several more people lost their lives in an instant.

A flash of anger crossed Wu Zu's eyes.

These people were all guests he had invited, yet they died right before his eyes. How could this be tolerated?
A strange blush flashed across Wu Zu's face, and then a sound like surging waves rang out from his body.

That was the sound of his blood flowing.

Despite the physical strain, Martial Ancestor forcibly circulated his power, attempting to expel the toxins from his body.

"die!"

The Martial Ancestor let out a thunderous sound.

Suddenly, his body rose into the air.

In the blink of an eye, he unleashed several palm strikes.

Before the men in black robes could react, they fell to the ground one after another.

Only after the Martial Ancestor killed the last man in black robes did he land back on the ground. He staggered and couldn't even stand up, collapsing to the ground.

puff!
The Martial Ancestor spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood was black and smelled foul.

Seeing the Martial Ancestor's reaction, the excitement that had just risen in everyone's hearts vanished instantly.

The next moment, everyone's mood plummeted to rock bottom.

Several beams of light shot out and accurately struck the back of the Martial Ancestor.

That physique, which even divine weapons couldn't harm in the slightest, couldn't withstand those beams of light.

Wu Zu let out a muffled groan, leaned forward, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Dragon-Slaying Nail!"

The sect leader of the Azure Sky Sect, Fu Canglan, uttered three words.

The Dragon-Slaying Nail is a technique specifically designed to counter body-refining martial artists. By nailing the Dragon-Slaying Nail to the flesh and blood vessels, even the greatest strength cannot be used.

"Kitamiya Ye!"

Martial Ancestor raised his head, his long hair disheveled, his face pale.

Even at this point, his expression remained calm, only the flames in his eyes seemed to burn everything away.

The person who used the Dragon-Slaying Nail to ambush the Martial Ancestor was none other than Bei Gongye.

No one expected that Beigong Ye would suddenly launch a sneak attack on Wu Zu.

Was this whole thing orchestrated by Kitamiya?
What does he want?

As the son of the Celestial Venerable, Bei Gongye's status is already extremely noble. Why would he want to deal with the Martial Sect?

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of Fu Canglan, the sect leader of the Cangqiong Sect.

Is Bei Gongye going to deal with the Martial Ancestor, or to wipe out everyone in the main hall?

Could their Azure Sky Sect also be part of Bei Gongye's scheme?
While there might be no one above the Martial Sect, the Azure Sky Sect does have a Celestial Venerable, someone the Beigong family cannot afford to offend.

"Come out. He has already been hit by my Dragon-Slaying Nail and can no longer resist."

Kitamiya laughed heartily and spoke.

Da da.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure emerged from the darkness.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to look over.

"It's you!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out from all over the hall.

"Cha Haishan, how dare you betray your master and ancestors!"

Tian Cangchen stared at the figure that emerged from the darkness and couldn't help but shout loudly.

The figure that slowly appeared before everyone was none other than Cha Haishan, the eldest disciple of the Martial Sect! (End of Chapter)