The Great Ruler: Starting from the Dark Ages

Chapter 200 Today, with the spear in hand, I will bind the azure dragon in an instant!
Xu He knew, of course, that the First Ancestor's idea was to launch counterattacks again and again until he was worn down to death.

But at this moment, Xu He was in his prime, his blood energy as vast as the ocean. How could he stop fighting if his blood was not drained?
Xu He's spear began to resonate with his words, its sound like the grand chimes of a great bell.

The gun follows its master, advancing fearlessly.

Xu He had nothing to say. He stepped into the sea of ​​stars, his spear stirring up the brilliant galaxy, tearing apart the boundless universe, and charging straight towards the First Ancestor.

With my spear in hand today, I will bind the azure dragon in an instant!
The spear thrust out, chilling the heavens to the bone.

The First Ancestor was already severely injured, but then he saw an even more ferocious attack coming at this moment.

His body trembled involuntarily, and an unprecedented fear began to grow in his heart.

That shot carried the threat of death.

The First Ancestor could no longer conceal his fear, which was truly revealed in his expression. His pupils contracted sharply, and his face twitched involuntarily. Under the threat of death, he could not even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

"no, do not want!"

In his panic, he shouted out.

He actually believed that Xu He's earlier statement, "At worst, we'll sink the plateau," was a genuine expression of his feelings!

"boom!"

The spear fell like a thunderbolt.

An explosive shockwave instantly shook the four seas and eight wastelands, cleansing the universe.

The surrounding winds and clouds were dispersed, and the stars in the sky were shattered.

The sky darkened and all was silent.

Only one figure stood there, towering and majestic.

only...

The spear, imbued with the laws of the Great Dao, exuded unparalleled imperial might, while long, flowing hair danced wildly at the edge of the sky…

Emperor Xu He,

This term was etched into the hearts of all the powerful priests present, and could never be erased.

It is more eternal than the sun and moon, and more vast than heaven and earth.

When everyone came to their senses and looked in the direction where Xu He was, they saw that there was no mountain of corpses or sea of ​​blood at his feet, no First Ancestor, but only a pile of rotten flesh exuding a dark aura.

Two shots.

Only two shots.

No one can forget this scene.

He ruled over all the heavens, his power swayed through the ages, and was the first ancestor who was revered as the head among the progenitors.

He fell to the man's hand after just two shots.

"Is the leader really... dead?" one of the progenitors asked with difficulty.

At present, the first ancestor has fallen, but that person is still at his peak, with his blood energy as vast as the ocean.

If that's the case, it's still good news. But in front of them are three powerful sacrificial cultivators who look exactly like that person.

Even if they are not as strong as that person, as long as they have half of that person's strength, they can easily suppress them.

A sense of despair permeated the hearts of the progenitors.

Even they themselves didn't know why they felt this way.

How to do?
Xu He's figure was incredibly sacred and majestic; the light he radiated illuminated the entire plateau.

A sacred light shone down, and the ancient darkness and gloom of the ancestral plateau seemed strangely surreal at this moment.

At this moment, he turned around and looked coldly at the group of strange progenitors in front of him.

Without saying anything, he simply drew his spear and flicked it cleanly, shaking off all the blood and grime clinging to it.

A thunderous sound suddenly rang out, and Xu He's figure vanished from his spot. The next moment, the spear fell like lightning, swiftly descending upon the head of a strange ancestor.

"boom!"

Thunder rumbled and roared.

This eerie ancestor had already diverted all his energy to extricate himself, but he was still grazed by the spear and had one of his arms severed.

He was sent flying backwards like a shooting star, tracing an arc across the sky.

Everyone who witnessed this scene had a slight change in expression. Chu Feng's movements became even faster. He had his own pride and was unwilling to leave empty-handed. Even if he couldn't match Xu He's achievements, he was determined to forge his own path.

The despair in the hearts of the other strange progenitors was amplified once again.

No one said anything, but one of them, with a grim expression, suddenly shouted:
"We are both in the same realm. No matter how much you lose, you can't really defy the heavens. The ancestral land of the plateau is here. It doesn't matter if we die a hundred or a thousand times. I just don't believe you can get away without getting hurt!"

Having said that, this strange ancestor suddenly pounced on Xu He.

The flesh and blood swelled strangely at this moment, and the dark energy surged within it, eventually exploding.

"boom!"

A dark explosion shook the heavens.

Ye Fan, Shi Hao, and Chu Feng immediately fled into the distance.

They never expected that this strange ancestor, seeing no hope of victory, would actually self-destruct, sacrificing his own life to harm Xu He.

Being in the same realm, the power of self-destruction is unimaginable.

Ye Fan and the other two understood that if they directly faced the self-destruction of the strange progenitor, they would definitely suffer severe injuries.

At this moment, they were all staring intently at the location where Xu He was.

When everything settled down, everyone could see clearly the imposing figure standing in the same spot.

Although his clothes were somewhat torn and he looked a bit disheveled, he still stood upright in place, with only a few minor wounds and nothing else.

The three of them fell silent upon witnessing this scene, struck by such a powerful attack.

It was just a slightly dirty hem of clothing; if it were them, they might have to pay a considerable price.

At this moment, the eerie progenitors who witnessed this scene fell silent.

Such counterattacks could not severely damage them.

No one said anything, because this was the greatest wound they could inflict on Xu He.

A bizarre ancestor roared and charged at Xu He, then self-destructed again. This time, Xu He's face twitched at the sight, and he dodged away, but was still affected by the attack.

Two explosions in succession finally forced him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Charge at him! We'll meet again in our ancestral land!" a strange ancestor roared, charging at Xu He once more.

Quantitative changes will eventually lead to qualitative changes.

He was already vomiting blood twice. What would happen if it happened ten or twenty times?

Moreover, such an explosion would make the other three Dao-level experts unwilling to provide assistance, making it the best option.

Immediately, the several strange progenitors, all determined to die, charged towards Xu He.

Ye Fan and his two companions remained where they were. Even as they charged towards those strange progenitors, they paid no heed to their injuries and only wanted to bring Xu He down from his horse.

A fatal wound cannot threaten someone who is destined to die.

Even the formidable Ye Fan and his two companions could only watch helplessly at this moment, with no other options.

This was the point of concern that the group had made during their previous deductions.

The four of them were truly unparalleled in combat power throughout history; even the Ten Great Mysterious Ancestors could not do anything to them.

Only their suicidal counterattack, aided by the ancestral power of the highlands to revive them, can reverse this outcome.

Xu He is currently dodging the counterattacks of the ancestors and pondering countermeasures.

This may seem like an unsolvable deadlock, but it's not without a sliver of a way to break it.

When the Four Heavenly Emperors were making their predictions, they caused a great disturbance on the plateau, and each of them predicted different results.

His result was the most unique; he fought more than 300 bloody battles without exhausting himself, and even Xu He himself did not know where his limit was.

But Xu He knew one thing clearly: the sacrificial altar represented eternal proof. No matter how the process changed, the outcome would always be the sacrificial altar.

This means that he may be powerless to change much about the fate of Ye Fan, Shi Hao, and Chu Feng.

A moderate ending, an ending where the four of them jointly offer sacrifices on the path, perhaps that is the only one.

The four returned to their respective timelines, leaving themselves no way out, and completely sacrificed everything they had, in accordance with the true meaning of the Dao of Sacrifice.

This is a one in ten thousand chance of victory for the four!

(End of this chapter)