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In the vast sky, a streak of light cut through the night like a sharp sword. It was the Flying Ship, traversing the sea of clouds at an incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the skies above Feng Lei City.
The roar of the Flying Ship echoed like the growl of a colossal beast, shaking the hearts of everyone who looked up in awe. Its appearance was akin to a stone thrown into a tranquil lake, stirring up waves upon waves of excitement.
At this moment, Feng Lei City was enveloped in the shock brought by the Flying Ship. The citizens, warriors, and even the leaders of various factions all gazed upward, their eyes shimmering with curiosity, reverence, and even fear. They understood that those who could command such a Flying Ship were certainly not ordinary individuals. It was Wan Jian Zong's Flying Ship. Who in the city had spoken such words? Meanwhile, deep within Feng Lei City, in the residences of the Sun and Zhang families, the atmosphere was even more tense.
Several elderly men dressed in luxurious garments and exuding an extraordinary aura sat together. Their faces were etched with seriousness and anxiety. The arrival of the Flying Ship made them realize that Wan Jian Zong's people had finally come.
It seems that Wan Jian Zong's forces have arrived. The head of the Sun Family, an elderly man with white hair and beard, spoke slowly. His voice was soft yet carried an undeniable authority.
Indeed, I have heard that Wan Jian Zong has dispatched many powerful experts this time. I wonder if there are any beyond the Celestial Being level among them. This time, Ye Family Ancestor might be in serious trouble, remarked the head of the Zhang Family, a robust middle-aged man whose eyes flickered with complex emotions filled with trepidation towards Wan Jian Zong's strength.
Hmph! Ye Family Ancestor has been too arrogant these days, making many enemies. This time, Wan Jian Zong's intervention is truly their own doing. Another elder snorted coldly, revealing his dissatisfaction with Ye Family Ancestor.
Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the Flying Ship. It was an elderly man clad in a blue robe with a gaunt face; his eyes were deep like an abyss, as if he could see through all worldly illusions.
He was an elder of Wan Jian Zong and the leader of this operation. Today, Ye Family Ancestor must be eliminated! The elder's words were cold and resolute; his voice seemed to transcend time and space, clearly reaching everyone's ears. This declaration struck like thunder above Feng Lei City, causing the entire city to tremble.
Within Ye Family Ancestor's residence, Ye Wenhui, the head of Ye Family Ancestor, stood in the courtyard without a trace of fear on his face—only determination and resolve remained. He understood that this battle concerned not only Ye Family Ancestor's survival but also his honor and responsibility as its leader.
The elder from Wan Jian Zong stood like an invincible overlord, completely disregarding the weakness and cries from below as he unleashed a terrifying pressure from the Celestial Realm. This pressure surged forth like a torrential flood or a sudden storm, mercilessly bearing down on everyone from Ye Family Ancestor.
Under this overwhelming force, the younger generation of Ye Family Ancestor felt as powerless as leaves caught in a gale; they appeared fragile and weak. Some less capable youths turned pale instantly, blood trickling from their mouths before they collapsed to the ground unconscious. Their bodies trembled as if expressing their fear and helplessness against such power.
However, at this moment of despair, Ye Wenhui and several elders stood firm like pillars against the tide. Their eyes were filled with determination and defiance as if they would use their very flesh to shield Ye Family Ancestor from harm.
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, a brilliant sword light suddenly shot out from Ye Family Ancestor's rear courtyard like a meteor slicing through the night sky, carrying boundless might and hope.
The members of Ye Family Ancestor looked at this sword light with joy and excitement filling their eyes. They recognized it—Ye Family Ancestor had made his move!
It is Ancestor Ye! Ancestor Ye has struck! The people of Ye Family Ancestor shouted excitedly. Their hearts brimmed with admiration and trust for Ancestor Ye; they believed he would surely slay their enemies and bring peace and tranquility back to Ye Family Ancestor.
The sword light traced a perfect arc through the air, imbued with endless killing intent and power as it slashed toward Wan Jian Zong's elder. At that moment, it felt as if heaven and earth trembled in response; all eyes were focused on this sword light.
Ye Family Ancestor's action undoubtedly brought boundless hope and strength to his people. They believed that under Ancestor Ye's protection, Ye Family Ancestor would surely overcome this crisis.
Before Wan Jian Zong's elder could react, the sword light pierced through his body. Everyone in the city gasped in shock; they never expected that just moments ago this arrogant Wan Jian Zong elder would be unable to withstand even one strike from Ye Family Ancestor.
The most terrified among them was Feng Wuyou; he had thought that relying on his Celestial Realm strength would be enough to protect himself before Ye Xingchen. But seeing Wan Jian Zong's elder’s miserable state filled him with relief—otherwise he would have been the one to fall beneath that blade.
In a hidden chamber far removed from worldly affairs within Wan Jian Zong—a place shrouded in ancient symbols illuminated by flickering dim lights—stood a towering figure with sharp eyes leaning against a cold stone wall. He appeared to be gradually succumbing to drowsiness after what seemed like an endless wait.
In that moment of tranquility, where one could almost hear their own heartbeat, a sudden, crisp sound pierced through the silence like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, scattering the sleepiness of the guarding disciple in an instant.
He jolted awake, his figure flashing as he rushed to the cabinet that held the Jade Tablets. His gaze was sharp as he scanned each Jade Tablet until it landed on the one belonging to Inner Gate Elder Lu Feng.
What once appeared warm and smooth like jade now bore a network of fine cracks, as if it had endured an indescribable blow and was slowly crumbling apart.
The heart of the guarding disciple sank heavily; he understood all too well what this meant. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and dashed towards the Master Hall, each step echoing his deep concern for the Wanjian Sect.
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