Invincible Bloodline

An extremely terrifying True Qi fluctuation descended from the sky. In an instant, it covered the entire Chu Family. Large tracts of the air in all directions started to descend. Even the space started to ripple, as if it could not withstand the violent aura. At any moment, it was possible to shatter!!    

"Puff!" Puff!, Puff!" . . .    

Within the Chu Manor, the hundreds to thousands of servants and maids with the lowest cultivation levels were the first to be unable to withstand the invincible pressure. They fell to the ground with blood flowing out of their seven orifices. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive!!    

After that were the ordinary Seventh Layer guards. They only managed to hold on for two breaths longer than the servants and maids before they spat out blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up!    

Five breaths later.    

"Yang. . . Yang Brothers, it's. . . It's Big Brother who has let you down. No. . . I shouldn't have left you in the Chu Residence. . . No. . . Otherwise, you. . . You wouldn't have. . . Chu Xiong's face was flushed red, as if he had been dyed in blood. His intermittent tone carried deep guilt. He had been kind enough to leave Yang Fann in the Chu Prefecture to recuperate. Never had he thought that. . . He had been kind enough to do bad things, and had implicated Yang Fann. If he had known earlier that he would suffer together with them today. . . He would never have left Yang Fann behind, but it was a pity. . . "Wah. . . "    

Before he could finish his sentence, Chu Xiong could no longer withstand the terrifying pressure. He threw his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes turned black and he fainted.    

Despite feeling ashamed, he did not notice anything unusual about Yang Fann. One should know that a Huge Perfection martial artist like him could only hold on for a few breaths of time in the level 8. He couldn't hold on any longer. As for Yang Fann. . . He was merely a 'trash' who had just recovered from a serious injury and had lost all of his cultivation base. Not to mention comparing him to a high martial artist who possessed the strength of a thousand cauldrons, he was even weaker than some ordinary people who didn't understand the martial arts. Under the terrifying pressure, he didn't feel any discomfort at all. This obviously didn't make sense!    

At this moment. . .    

Yang Fann waved his hand like a cool breeze brushing against his face. In an instant, the terrifying pressure that enveloped Chu Xiong's body disappeared without a trace. Unfortunately, Chu Xiong had already fainted at this moment, but he didn't feel anything at all!    

"Looks like I'm going to get fat from my words this time. . . " Yang Fann shook his head slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. Towards the Chu Family, he could be considered to have done his utmost. He didn't want to meddle in their trivial matters anymore. He wasn't the housekeeper of the Chu Family. There was no need for that, and there was no obligation to protect them all the time. However, looking at the unconscious Chu Xiong, he really couldn't bear to do that. One had to say, Chu Xiong's last sentence. . . It made him deeply feel that this was a dangerous situation. Chu Xiong was the first to think that it wasn't his own safety, but his guilt for keeping him in the Chu Prefecture. This was really treating Yang Fann as a friend and a brother!    

"Forget it! For Chu Xiong and eldest brother's sake, I will help them once more. . . "    

. . .    

. . . " Bang! " "Bang!" Bang!" . . .    

In less than ten breaths' time, he could still stand in the huge Chu Residence. There were less than ten of them. At this moment, even the Heaven's Pride whose combat strength was on par with the four Empyrean Martial Master was suppressed to the ground. Only Chu Linghe, the Old Ancestor of Chu Family, Family Lord, Chu Yangming, and a few others were able to stand up straight.    

At the very least, these people were all Five Empyrean Martial Master, and those who could barely move their feet were. . . It was only Chu Linghe, the Seventh Layer old ancestor!    

"Terrifying! Truly terrifying! Just a tiny bit of Qi was enough to suppress me. I didn't even have the chance to resist. This is a huge difference in the level of my life force. I can't be a match for the Heaven And Earth Cloud And Mud. Even if I use the forbidden technique and all the resources of the Chu Family. . . I will never be a match for it, not only will I not be a match for it. . . Chu Linghe was terrified. His mind was on the verge of collapsing. The Chu Family had existed for a thousand years. How could he not have a few trump cards? Once he used them. . . They would be able to fight even a Ninth Empyrean Martial Master, or even a Tenth Huge Perfection Martial Master. However, at this moment, he realized that even if he used all of his trump cards. . . Patriarch Wu Hou! It must be that Patriarch Wu Hou. . . "    

At this moment. . .    

" Swoosh! " Xiu! '" Swish!" . . .    

Dense sword radiance tore through the air and arrived!!!    

These sword lights were dazzling and brilliant like pillars. Every single sword light contained terrifying concepts that could pierce through all things and shatter everything!!    

For a moment, the pitch black night sky suddenly lit up. Tens of thousands of rays of multicolored light shot out. The East-rising Purple Qi, the dense fog, and the Sword Qi were like rainbows!!    

There were over a hundred sword cultivators, and all of them were stepping on the sword light. All of them were Martial Master Stage Martial Master Stages, and none of them had a cultivation base lower than the Fourth Layer. A few of them were the best of the best, and they gave people the feeling that they were the best of the best. Compared to Xiao Leng, they were even better. Their auras were powerful, like a deep ocean. With just a thought, he could unleash the Ultimate Sword Qi. He could kill someone from ten miles away!    

Of course, the most eye-catching one was still the middle-aged sword cultivator in the lead. He was about forty years old, wearing a golden robe. He was noble and mysterious, as if an emperor had descended. He was full of pride as he looked around. He was like a lonely swordsman who stood at the top of the world. He drew his sword and looked around. He was at a loss. He could not find a worthy opponent. He was arrogant and arrogant. Endless sword rays appeared in his eyes. It was as if he only needed one look. . . A terrifying Sword Qi that could kill gods and devils was unleashed, killing everything in the world!    

Nangong Qingfeng - Founding Ancestor of the Windy Sword Sect - he was a rare genius in the way of the sword. However, due to the limited resources, his cultivation progress was slow. However, with the Windy Sword Sect's return to the Iron Sword Sect, and with the Iron Sword Sect's support, Nangong Qingfeng was like a carp leaping through the dragon gate, soaring into the sky. In less than a hundred years, he had become a Third Empyrean Martial Master. He had broken through seven major realms in a row, and he had broken through to the Great Secret Stage. He had successfully opened his acupoints and stepped into the Marquess Stage. After ten years of hard work, his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. He was only a step away from the Marquess Third Empyrean!    

Chu Bingxin's reaction could not be said to be insensitive. Xiao Leng had just died not long ago. She gave the order to not reveal what happened that day. It was not like there was no wall in the world that could not be exposed. Once the secret was known by a third person, It was no longer a secret, let alone what had happened that day. . . There were no less than a thousand witnesses. Very quickly. . . The news of Xiao Leng's death had spread to the Windy Sword Sect!    

However, after the current Sect Master of the Windy Sword Sect heard the news, he didn't immediately attack the Chu Family. Although he had always been skeptical about the news that Patriarch Wu Hou was in charge of the Chu Family, One should know that other than the Great Tang Royal Family and the nine major sects. . . The number of rogue cultivators could be counted on one's fingers. Every single one of them was elusive. If Patriarch Wu Hou really was in charge of the Chu Family. . . How could it be just a first rate family? They had already surpassed many top families. It had become a super family second only to the Nine Major Sects and the Great Tang Royal Family, but it wasn't afraid of ten thousand. They were just afraid of what might happen. There was no big mistake in being careful. After all, Sixth Elder Xiao Leng wasn't a weakling. It was just that he was a Tenth Martial Master. It would take some effort to kill him. In the end, after much consideration, he finally invited Founding Ancestor from the Windy Sword Sect. He was also the only Patriarch Wu Hou in the sect - Nangong Qingfeng!    

With the old ancestor in charge, Even if the Chu Family really had a Marquess guarding them, they wouldn't be able to cause any trouble!    

"Junior, tell me, where is that person?" Nangong Qingfeng looked down at Chu Linghe from above, as if he was a high and mighty deity looking down at the world. His voice was indescribably cold!    

Since the Windy Sword Sect had joined the Iron Sword Sect, they had never suffered such a huge loss. Swordmaster from the level 8, every single one of them was the backbone of the Sect. Furthermore, Xiao Leng's potential wasn't low. He was one of the elders of the Windy Sword Sect. They're all in the top three, and they'll be able to break through to the Marquess Stage in the future. It might be difficult, but for Half-step Martial Lord. . . There was still a high possibility that he would die just like that. It was definitely a great loss to Windy Sword Sect.    

Only fresh blood could wash up this grudge!    

"Senior, this junior won't! Senior. . . I do not know!!" Chu Linghe's body trembled, and he forced himself to speak. He was facing a single Marquess Sword Immortal. The pressure he felt during this time almost caused him to collapse.    

"Junior, you are refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Hmph!!" The cold Cold Shine flashed across Nangong Qingfeng's eyes.    

In the next moment. . .    

"Wah. . . "    

Chu Linghe felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his aura instantly weakened. The difference between a Marquess and a Martial Master was like a heavenly chasm. This was the difference between the levels of life and death.    

"Late. . . This junior is really late. . . I really don't know. . . "    

"Don't say it! I hope your bones are as tough as your mouth!!!"    

"Rumble!!"    

An extremely terrifying pressure enveloped Chu Linghe's body in an instant. It was as if a huge mountain was crushing down!    

"Crack. . . " "Crack. . . Crack. . . Crack. " . . .    

The sound of bones rubbing against each other rang out continuously from Chu Linghe's body. It was the sound of bones being crushed.    

"Junior, do you want to speak or not?"    

All the Chu Linghes on Chu Linghe's body were surging crazily. He was struggling to hold on, and he was on the verge of collapsing. He was cursing in his heart. Motherf * cker, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck! Snake spirit disease! If I knew where the old ancestor was, I would have asked the old ancestor to teach you a lesson! How could I let you be so arrogant!!    

"Good! Good! Very good! [I want to see how long you can hold on!]" With a sneer, the pressure that was pressing down on Chu Linghe's body increased once again.    

"Bang!!!"    

Chu Linghe could not hold on any longer. His legs went weak, and he fell to the ground. The sound of his bones cracking could be clearly heard, like fried beans. He closed his eyes in despair and waited quietly for death to arrive. What else could he say when he encountered such a snake disease?!    

At this moment. . .    

A slightly old and hoarse voice rolled over from all directions and swept across the Chu Prefecture.    

"Junior, are you looking for me?"    

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