This Dao Ancestor is too young.

Ding~

Amidst the clanging of metal.

A relaxed expression appeared on Shang Yuanlie's face. This sword strike was nothing more than that; it couldn't break through the defense of the Golden Spirit Gauntlets.

The old man looked up, hoping to see the boy's terrified expression, but was met with a pair of mocking eyes.

Before the old man could make any move, Zhang Yuanzhu had already loosened his grip on the sword hilt, his five fingers pressed together, the deep blue light solidifying into a profound darkness.

With a single step, his hand deflected the enemy's arm and slashed out in a reverse motion.

This strike lacked imposing power and dazzling sword light; it contained only one word.

fast!

It's almost at its limit!!

In an instant, it pressed against the old man's throat.

Rocks shattered, skin tore, flesh and bones were all severed.

An old head rolled off the bed, its dead face filled with disbelief.

"Living in luxury, he's become too weak!"

The boy turned his arm and grabbed the suspended magic sword, no longer glancing at the wreckage on the ground.

This is a fierce battle, where victory or defeat is decided in the blink of an eye, and life or death is determined.

The old man probably hasn't experienced a life-or-death struggle in a long time.

At this moment, various attacks were coming at him, the black blood shield above his head trembled violently, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of Zhang Yuanzhu's mouth.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, turning to look at the last remaining Qi Refining cultivator among the attackers.

It was an old woman with a full head of silver hair and a ruddy complexion. Her arms were forming hand seals, and wooden spikes streaked across the sky, making the Black Blood Shield clang.

"Qian Caifeng!"

Zhang Yuanzhu muttered the name the other party had given him, a smile playing on his lips.

Power comes from the balls of your feet.

Click~

The stone slabs shattered inch by inch, and a figure shot out against all the attacks.

The magic sword in his hand trembled, and the dark blue light flowed and changed, transforming one after another into a fierce tiger, a wild bear, and a flying swallow that circled around the sword, roaring and howling as they propelled the blade forward.

bang bang bang~

The wooden spikes shattered, the arrows broke, and the unparalleled sword light, trailing a long flame, struck the old woman's protective blue aura.

Click~ Click~

The blue light formed by the magic shattered inch by inch, revealing an old woman with a terrified expression.

In the next instant, the sword light passed over his body, leaving a narrow sword mark on the ground.

Qian Caifeng felt a sharp pain in her waist and tried to reach out to touch it, but she was too weak to do so. She felt a dizzying sensation and vaguely saw half of the wreckage standing on the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the two severed halves of the corpse, his smile unrestrained and arrogant.

He had prepared many backup plans, so it seems there's no need to use them.

The boy tilted his head slightly, scanning his enemies:

"I think highly of you; you're pitifully weak."

Wielding his magic sword and stepping on the crimson path, he charged toward the remaining enemies.

Swords flashed, water mist rose, blood splattered, and mournful howls echoed through the streets.

"You mob, you bandits! I am a member of the Tao family. Do you really intend to fight these three great families to the death?"

A middle-aged man in a red robe roared, but fell silent under a flash of sword light.

Uh ~

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly. The liquid flowing from Tao Xin's wound was not blood, but an unknown, transparent liquid.

In these liquids, insect eggs float, disgusting and twisted.

"There's something wrong with the Tao family."

With a thought, the longsword struck again, shattering Tao Xin's corpse into dust and destroying all the insect eggs.

The Commandant of Jiaoyuan City was a tall man, eight feet tall, wearing black armor. He constantly wielded his halberd, cleaving through the archers blocking his path.

The burly man, his face contorted with rage, fled at breakneck speed, showing no intention of turning back to fight.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, staring at the figure carrying the dark blue magic sword, his eyes filled with prayer, and his lips moved slightly:

"I have been appointed an eighth-rank official by the Yuan Dynasty. To kill me would be to oppose the Yuan Dynasty and the Lie clan. I...I..."

"Can I live?"

The burly man watched the tall, slender figure approach step by step and asked in despair.

There was no response, or rather, the best response was a sword light that tore through the sky and struck down.

puff~

The head rolled off, and the headless corpse fell face to face, never putting up a fight until its death.

Zhang Yuanzhu casually flicked the blood off his sword, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and the mist behind him slowly dissipated, revealing the wreckage and blood on the ground.

"It's just another battle against the Yuan Kingdom. The one who should be afraid is never me, but the Lie clan of the Yuan Kingdom."

In that memory, which seemed to be from the future, he was the Dao Ancestor, and also the Ming Emperor who used the magic of the sun and moon to destroy the Yuan Kingdom and establish the Ming Dynasty.

For the young man, the only person in the entire Yuan Kingdom worth fighting was that Ninth Princess.

He stood there for a long time, and no more enemies appeared. The eyes that had been secretly watching disappeared, and the figures fled in panic.

Bang~

The sword of law is sheathed.

Zhang Yuanzhu began to collect the spoils of war: the flesh and blood of cultivators, severed limbs, magical artifacts, and storage bags.

He searched carefully several times to make sure nothing was missing before heading towards his own courtyard.

......

At this moment, as the results of the battle spread, all the forces that received the news fell silent, and then erupted in excitement.

In the city lord's palace.

bang~

The wooden table shattered into pieces. Shang Yuansi smashed the table with a single blow and roared at the middle-aged man at the head of the table:

"Liu Wenpeng, this is what you call confidence, but in the end, all the elites of the three major families are dead."

"I once said that if we, the older generation, were to act together, we would wipe them all out, but you kept making excuses."

The elderly Qian family member, dressed in a bright red robe, also looked grim. He was a Qi Refining Realm cultivator and a high-ranking member of the family, yet now one of them had been lost.

As for Tao Qian, the head of the Tao family, he lowered his head, concealing his emotions.

The man seated at the head of the table, draped in an official robe, also looked surprised. He extended his hand and gently pressed it down, signaling the old man not to be angry.

"Senior Shang, Brother Qian, please don't be angry. Even if that thief managed to kill the elites of the three major families and the captain, he must have been severely injured."

"We will send a few more men, and they will surely be able to kill the traitors."

At this moment, both Shang Yuansi and the red-robed elder of the Qian family fell silent.

Then, he gave Liu Wenpeng a strange look.

Even at this point, why not take action personally instead of sending family members to fight? What are they thinking?

Call ~

Shang Yuansi let out a soft breath, turned around and left without saying another word.

The old man from the Qian family also snorted coldly, stood up, and walked towards the door.

The city lord sat high above, watching the two men prepare to leave. His refined face cracked with a soft laugh.

"Two venerable elders, why are you in such a hurry? Why not talk with me some more? Surely you will find a way to deal with the bandits."

crunch~

The open doors were tightly shut, plunging the entire lobby into darkness.

.......

In the outer city, in a courtyard near the river.

Streams of water gushed from the spring, washing away the blood and piling up the severed limbs and corpses.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against the artificial hill, gazing at the ever-growing mountain of corpses, recalling the "White Bone Refining Technique" in his mind.

"If this flesh and blood were incorporated into the Black Blood Shield, the power of the magical artifact should increase."

The next moment, he flipped his hand, and the Black Blood Shield appeared in his palm.

With his arm raised, the shield landed directly on the flesh.

With his palms clasped together, he unleashed a series of hand seals, causing the flesh, bones, and organs on the ground to melt and flow towards the shield like streams.