I Have A Sword

"Kill!"

The entire Immortal Origin Clan went all-out, killing many Wang Clan members in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Sima Ru made a beeline for Wang Zong—behead the leader, and the dust would settle.

The ambush left the Wang Clan bewildered. They had never anticipated such ruthlessness from the Immortal Origin Clan.

Wang Zong's face turned grim. Had these uncultured peasants lost their minds?

Fury surged within Wang Zong upon seeing Sima Ru charging at him.

Sima Ru raised his hand and sent a palm strike toward Wang Zong's chest.

Wang Zong's gaze turned cold at the oncoming attack. A mere Heavenly Sovereign like was usually powerless Wang Zong outside, but Wang Zong’ cultivation base was sealed here, so he had to muster every ounce of strength he had within him to resist the seal and attack Sima Ru.

Bam!

Their clash sent shockwaves throughout the hall, reducing it to rubble.

Sima Ru staggered backward, surprised by Wang Zong's strength.

Wang Zong's gaze burned with murderous intent. "Do you understand what you're doing here?"

Sima Ru smirked. "Trying to intimidate me?"

Wang Zong's glare remained sharp, dripping with hostility.

Sima Ru didn't bother wasting words. He charged forward, launching another devastating blow.

While battling within the clan risked its destruction, the Immortal Origin Clan believed that the reward far outweighed the risks.

Wang Zong turned paled. Every single attack from him drained a ton of his strength, as he had to use a large portion of his strength to resist the seal, which left him vulnerable to Sima Ru's attacks.

As Sima Ru closed in once more, Wang Zong had no choice but to retaliate.

Boom!

A defeaning boom echoed, shattering the surrounding spacetime.

Wang Zong regained his balance and looked around. The Wang Clan's members were being slaughtered by the Immortal Origin Clan—yes, it was a slaughter!

Helpless against the seal, the Wang Clan's elites were slaughtered like sheep. In mere moments, roughly ten thousand of them were killed.

Roughly ten thousand lives were lost in the blink of an eye!

Wang Zong's eyes blazed with fury; he turned to the Grand Elder and found the latter staring at him as well.

"Clan Leader, summon the Shadow of a God!” the Grand Elder exclaimed.

Summon the Shadow of a God? The Shadow of a God was the Wang Clan's trump card; it was a shadow that the Wang Clan's god had left behind for the Wang Clan long ago.

However, it could only be summoned three times; the Wang Clan had already summoned it twice. They had just one summon remaining. If they were to summon it today, they'd lost one of their most powerful trump cards.

As for contacting their god... truth be told, the Wang Clan hadn't been able to reach out to Him. Their god had long been unresponsive to them.

If they were to use that trump card, the Wang Clan would be left with no fallback. They'd become truly vulnerable. Stripped of all trump cards, they'd be easy prey for the other major divine clans.

He couldn't risk it!

Wang Zong took a deep breath and growled, "Elders, help me resist the seal and cover the retreat of our clan members!"

Wang Zong charged forward with his palm open. A black bracelet materialized on his wrist, and he started chanting an ancient incantation. The bracelet trembled and unleashed a column of divine energy skyward.

Empowered by the divine artifact, Wang Zong's aura surged crazily. The elders of the Wang Clan went all out as well.

Sima Ru and his allies were stupefied, and their faces became grim at the realization that they'd be no match for the Wang Clan if it weren't for the seal.

However, Sima Ru remained steadfast in his decision and affirmed his resolve by roaring, "Attack!"

The members of the Immortal Origin Clan charged with their towering killing intent toward the Wang Clan members. This was no time for mercy.

Wang Zong didn't back down; he charged as well, and his right arm sliced through the air as his bracelet shuddered violently.

A dazzling golden light erupted, obliterating several members of the Immortal Origin Clan at the helm.

Sima Ru's expression changed drastically. "Careful!"

With that, he and his allies retreated swiftly to avoid the golden light.

Meanwhile, the Wang Clan members retreated frantically, following the lead of the Wang Clan elders.

The golden light unleashed by Wang Zong was swiftly subdued by the seal left behind by the First God. Wang Zong looked pale and weak as blood dripped down his lips.

The strain of activating the divine artifact and resisting the seal was clearly taking its toll on him, and he could barely stand as a result. however, Wang Zong dared not stop moving nor hesitate. He took to the air and flew into the distant horizon along with the elders of the Wang Clan.

Meanwhile, the members of the Immortal Origin Clan scoured the battlefield, picking up the storage rings of the deceased Wang Clan members. Some of the storage rings even contained strands of Ancestral Origin, which brought smiles to the faces of the Immortal Origin Clan members.

Just then, Sima Ru roared, "Chase them!"

At his command, the Immortal Origin Clan members nodded—now was not the time to celebrate.

The Wang Clan was undoubtedly formidable outside, and the Immortal Origin Clan had just antagonized them. In other words, they had to annihilate the Wang Clan members here, as leaving behind any survivors meant they'd have to face endless trouble in the future.

Strike while the iron was hot!

Under Sima Ru's lead, the Immortal Origin Clan elites took to the sky without any hesitation.

***

Martial Clan.

Xuan Yin stood at the end of the grand hall, and a black-robed elder was standing not too far behind her, quietly relaying information.

After a moment's pause, Xuan Yin lifted her gaze to the distant horizon.

"Who would have thought that the Immortal Origin Clan would be so...” Xuanyin trailed off.

It wasn't mockery; she was genuinely surprised. Although she had taken Ye Guan, she was not daring enough to confront the Wang Clan.

They were Descendants of the Gods, after all!

The consequences of such an action would be too great for the Martial Clan to bear. However, Xuan Yin was stupefied to learn that the Immortal Origin Clan had actually done the opposite of their decision.

Just then, the black-robed elder chimed in, "Ignorance is bliss."

Xuan Yin smiled faintly. Indeed, she wondered whether the Immortal Origin Clan knew the meaning of the words "Descendants of the Gods" or not.

Xuan Yin believed that it was the latter, otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to make a move against the Wang Clan.

The black-robed elder sounded solemn as he added, "The Wang Clan's relentless hunt against Young Master Ye—this matter is far from simple."

Just then, Xuan Yin asked, "Where is Young Master Ye now?"

The black-robed elder responded, "Our people have retreated..."

After a brief silence, Xuan Yin declared, "Find him. Lend him a hand if he needs it. But it must be done cleanly; you must leave no trace behind."

The black-robed elder glanced at Xuan Yin, questioning her sudden change of heart.

Xuan Yin's gaze narrowed slightly. "The Immortal Origin Clan has dared to take such a risk, and if we can't do that same, wouldn't that mean that we are inferior to them?"

The black-robed elder nodded before turning to depart.

Xuan Yin gazed upward; a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Perhaps this is an opportunity for the Martial Clan to assert itself..."

She had decided to make a bet. If the young swordsman became an enemy, he had to be dealt with decisively, much like the Wang Clan. And if there was a chance to befriend him, she had to seize it.

However, she wouldn't risk everything for him. She could still support Ye Guan without antagonizing the Wang Clan completely. That way, Ye Guan would owe her a favor. This approach promised only modest gains, but it was a safe bet.

After all, if Ye Guan ultimately fell to the Wang Clan, the Martial Clan's subtle assistance to Ye Guan meant that there wouldn't be a deadly feud between the Wang Clan and the Martial Clan.

Maintaining flexibility was the key...

***

The Wang Clan's members were fleeing frantically, flying across a mountain range. They had arrived tens of thousands strong, but now, only a mere ten thousand of them remained. The losses were devastating. They didn't expect that the Immortal Origin Clan would resort to such an extreme measure for the sake of a few strands of Ancestral Origin. It was utterly outrageous.

Wang Zong's expression was dark as they retreated deep into the mountain range. His heart was bleeding for the Wang Clan's losses.

Those he had brought with him were the cream of the crop elites, and their deaths were a severe blow to the Wang Clan.

The Grand Elder solemnly suggested, "Clan Leader, why did you not summon the Shadow of a God?"

The other elders also looked at Wang Zong with unfriendly gazes. The Wang Clan wouldn't have sustained such losses if the Shadow of a God had been summoned earlier!

Wang Zong shook his head and replied, "The Shadow of a God can only be summoned for one last time!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned. The Grand Elder's face grew even more grim as he instantly understood what that meant.

The Shadow of a God had become the Wang Clan's lifeblood. Once exhausted, the Wang Clan would be devoured promptly by the other major clans.

Without a trump card, who'd be afraid of them?

The exhaustion of the Shadow of a God meant the extinction of the clan, but not using it only meant the deaths of some elites.

They had no other choice.

Wang Zong murmured, "Of course, we'll eventually use it, but we're not going to use it on that low-level clan."

Wang Zong's expression twisted with humiliation just then. What a disgrace!

All of a sudden, thousands of powerful auras swept over them. The Immortal Origin Clan had decided to chase after them, and Sima Ru stood at the helm of the group.

The Grand Elder turned to Wang Zong and solemnly said, "We are no match for them here."

The implied message was clear—they had to use that card, or many of them would die here.

Wang Zong gazed at the approaching Sima Ru and others in silence. He never expected that the Wang Clan would end up getting driven to a corner by such a trashy force.

Taking a step forward, Wang Zong opened his palm, revealing a token in his hand. A complex expression flashed in his eyes. He had never expected that he would be forced to use the Wang Clan's final trump card here. How frustrating.

Wang Zong was about to activate the token when something happened—a sword light flashed across the mountain range.

Wang Zong's pupils shrank in horror because he was the target of the sword light.

Wang Zong hurriedly circulated his cultivation base and resisted the seal to send a devastating punch toward the oncoming sword.

BOOM!

Wang Zong was blasted thousands of meters away by the sword light.

When he stopped, he was stunned to find that the token in his hand had vanished.

Looking up, Wang Zong saw Ye Guan clad in white.

Ye Guan stood calmly in the distance with a token in his hand.

"Ye Guan!" Wang Zong roared, his eyes widening in fury.

Just then, Sima Ru and the others finally arrived at the scene. Sima Ru frowned while staring at Ye Guan.

Ye Guan looked at Sima Ru and smiled faintly. "We are allies!"

Sima Ru: "..."

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