Because at that mont, Ning Xuan's voice entered their ears loud and clear.
"Is that it? Are you looking down on ?"
His tone dripped with scorn and imnse disappointnt. Everyone couldn't believe their ears. The sword radiated a terrifying, overwhelming aura of blood before it was even fully unsheathed, yet in Ning Xuan's eyes, it was rely "that"?
This was especially true for the Martial Artists kneeling on the ground. They all stared at Ning Xuan as if they had seen a ghost.
What is happening? The Cloud Floating Sword is terrifying, so how is this guy acting like nothing's wrong? Then look at us! Cowering like whipped dogs! Damn it! The comparison is enough to make us want to die! We're all losing our minds!
The faces of the Wu Family's upper echelon were just as dark. What Ning Xuan was doing wasn't just slapping their faces; he was practically shitting on their heads...
Forget it! Who talks about their own family like that?!
"Elder Ancestor, what are you waiting for?!" the man whose children had just been used for the Blood Sacrifice bellowed, his voice thick with indignation. My children can't have died for nothing! Now is the ti for the Cloud Floating Sword to prove itself!
"Go!"
The Wu Family's Elder Ancestor stretched out his hand and slashed his palm. A thread of blood stread toward the Cloud Floating Sword.
SPLAT!
At that mont, the fine thread of fresh blood suddenly erupted, transforming into a torrential rain of gore. The crowd stared, collectively stunned. Soon after, a powerful Martial Artist who had managed to resist the Majestic Pressure and remain standing exclaid in admiration, "This Wu Family Elder Ancestor is the real deal! Look at that dedication!"
Soone else imdiately chid in. "Exactly! He even sacrificed his own descendants just now. I thought… but it seems I misunderstood him!"
"Who could say otherwise!"
The high-ranking mbers of the Wu Family were also moved by their Elder Ancestor's spirit.
"The Elder Ancestor is..."
"Our Elder Ancestor is truly worthy of his title! Such a magnificent act!"
Even the man who harbored resentnt for his children's sacrifice was stunned into silence. He felt a pang of guilt and, cupping his fists, bowed to the old man. "Elder Ancestor, I apologize. I misunderstood you. Your selfless and noble spirit… we will definitely..."
Before he could finish, the Elder Ancestor's voice screeched, "Selfless, my ass! Save , ahhh!" By the end, his words had turned into a scream of pure terror.
This isn't ! Son of a bitch! It must be Ning Xuan's trick! If this keeps up, I'll be drained into a dried-up husk!
The entire crowd was dumbfounded. No one moved. They all just stared at the Wu Family's Elder Ancestor, forgetting how to even think.
"Sob… save !"
The Elder Ancestor's whimpering cries finally jolted everyone back to their senses. The Martial Artists who had just been singing his praises turned pale.
"Damn it! I knew it! How could he be so magnanimous?"
"What rotten luck! And they call him an Elder Ancestor? He doesn't even know how he was tricked! What a joke!"
"We're dood..."
Soone suddenly rembered Ning Xuan's earlier words and imdiately turned to flee as fast as they could. If they didn't leave now, they never would. At this point, the idea that the Wu Family's Cloud Floating Sword could stand against Ning Xuan was an absolute fantasy.
The Wu Family, with its legacy of hundreds of years, was finished.
More and more people ca to the sa conclusion and tried to escape. However, a deafening roar suddenly erupted as one sword beam after another tore through the earth. The Martial Artists had no ti to react before they were annihilated.
It wasn't Ning Xuan. This was the Wu Family's doing.
Deep beneath them, in the Wu Family Sword Tomb, the upper echelon had activated the tomb's ten thousand swords, intending to use the crowd's blood for a Blood Sacrifice to awaken the Cloud Floating Sword. Only then could they save their Elder Ancestor and kill Ning Xuan.
Sword Qi crisscrossed the sky, sealing off any escape. Not a single Martial Artist in the plaza could get away. The Wu Family's tactics were useless against Ning Xuan, but against everyone else, it was like chopping vegetables.
"Aren't you afraid..."
"Pfft, you damn Wu..."
So, with their bodies cleaved open but not yet dead, tried to curse the Wu Family. But before they could finish, the terrifying aura of blood swept them away. The Cloud Floating Sword was awakening.
"Hahaha, Elder Ancestor, the Cloud Floating Sword is awakening! Ning Xuan is finished!"
"Elder Ancestor, hold on! We're coming to save you!"
The upper echelon of the Wu Family was ecstatic. They thought they had the upper hand once more.
The Elder Ancestor didn't speak. He was nearly drained dry, circulating his Cultivation Technique with all his might to resist the pull. If he opened his mouth, his very marrow would be sucked out.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! These worthless descendants! Are they all blind?! Can't they see I'm about to die?! If they keep dawdling, I'll be eting the Buddha soon! Damn it all!
The Elder Ancestor felt the urge to kill them all, but there was nothing he could do. He could only fret impotently. At the sa ti, he began to blink furiously.
"Look, the Elder Ancestor is praising us!" one of the Wu Family mbers exclaid upon noticing.
PFFT!
Hearing this, the Wu Family's Elder Ancestor spat out a mouthful of blood. Instantly, he could no longer resist his fate. His body was pulled into the air. For a mont, he still looked human, but he quickly shriveled into skin and bones, then into a paper-thin figure.
Finally, with a loud BANG! the Elder Ancestor exploded, blasted into dust.
It all happened too fast. The stunned crowd only processed it when the sound of the explosion hit their ears.
"How pitiful. He didn't even get to say his last words," a child's clear voice rang out.
Talk about twisting the knife. When the Wu Family mbers saw the look of genuine pity on the child's face, they finally broke.
For a mont, so of them felt the urge to cry. This was too much! It was pure bullying! There were so many of them, yet against the other party of three—or rather, a single person, just Ning Xuan—they were helpless. He had obliterated their Elder Ancestor without even batting an eye.
Right! He even offered to be our ancestor at the beginning! And the infuriating part is... we can't do a single thing to him. This is the ultimate humiliation!
"Avenge the Elder Ancestor!" soone roared, stepping forward as their hands ford a spell.
The others followed suit. Instantly, all the swords that had just slaughtered the other Martial Artists rose into the air. They didn't point at Ning Xuan but shot toward the Cloud Floating Sword, preparing to rge with it.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
With a sound like tearing silk, ten thousand swords filled the sky, blotting out the sun.
But the next mont, all the swords vanished without a trace. Only snowflakes began to fall.
Terrifyingly, the crowd had no idea what had just happened.
"What's going on?!"
"Where are the swords? How did this happen?"
"What did he do?!"
A clamor arose as countless eyes fixed on Ning Xuan. They couldn't comprehend how he had done it. Then, Ning Xuan simply reached out his hand.
The blood-red Cloud Floating Sword flew into his grasp of its own accord.
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.
This has to be a dream, right?!
The Cloud Floating Sword was the culmination of generations of the Wu Family's heart and soul! Most importantly, it had been consecrated with a Blood Sacrifice from the Wu Family's Direct Lineage. Forget the man and woman sacrificed earlier—the Elder Ancestor's Bloodline was incomparably pure! His entire life's Essence Blood had been devoured by the Cloud Floating Sword.
Logically, the sword should have awakened its spirit and beco the Wu Family's greatest treasure!
But now...
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