"Crash..." The
golden seal shattered, golden powder scattered.
One moment, the golden seal radiated great aura; the next, it shattered into dust. The Hall Master of Tianxin Hall was stunned, and Gao Jianli and the others were also stunned.
They looked at the golden seal in their hands, where a purple symbol appeared—it was a purple-gold seal.
Judging by its shape, it was the purple-gold main seal in Xing Wujiang's hand. At that moment, they were terrified. They hadn't expected that after Xing Wujiang's death, he would leave behind a backup plan.
He not only blocked the destruction of the Fangtian Seal, but also absorbed the power of his ancestral runes within the Fangtian Seal's power. When the golden seal in their hands absorbed the Fangtian Seal's power, it also absorbed Xing Wujiang's strength as well.
Under normal circumstances, Xing Wujiang's power would not manifest; only when they used the power of the Fangtian Seal would Xing Wujiang's ancestral mark power manifest and destroy him.
It must be said, the Xing family's ancestral runes are exceptionally domineering. Even though Xing Wujiang is dead, the power of his ancestral rune is already stuck to all the strength of the Fangtian Seal, making it impossible to break free.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
At that moment, the golden seals in the hands of Gao Jianli, Cao Guofeng, and the master of the Yellow Springs Pavilion cracked simultaneously, scattering everywhere. A gentle breeze blew, sending golden fragments flying. What was blown away was not just powder, but also the residual force of the Fangtian Seal.
From then on, the Fangtian Seal left no trace in this world; everything scattered with the wind.
"you!"
Mo Nian flashed over to the Hall Master of Tianxin Hall, waved her hand, and with a crisp sound, something struck the Hall Master's face hard, causing him to stagger and send him flying backward.
Mo Nian held a shoe in his hand. Clearly, he didn't want to embarrass the Hall Master of Tianxin Hall, so he switched to using the sole of his shoe to slap him.
"Die!"
The Hall Master of Tianxin Hall was furious, roaring with rage, his whole body surging with energy, ready to fight Mo Nian to the death. But the moment he lifted his leg, he was sent flying backward like lightning.
"Pfft!"
At that moment, a protector elder behind the Yuluo clan leader shot an arrow. The arrow traced a strange arc, piercing through the left temple of the Hall Master of Tianxin Hall and flying out of the right temple.
The arrow wasn't very fast; its flight trajectory swept along the path the Hall Master of Tianxin Hall was retreating.
The most terrifying thing was that the elder guarding the clan had a perfect timing to the brim. When the arrow flew past, the Hall Master of Tianxin Hall quickly retreated, just enough to block the arrow's flight and be pierced through by the arrow.
The Hall Master of Tianxin Hall trembled and fell headfirst, and that arrow actually destroyed her primordial spirit.
"Feather Spirit Soul-Destroying Arrow."
Cao Guofeng and the others' expressions changed. Although they had heard that the Feather Spirit Clan's Feather Spirit Soul-Destroying Arrow was terrifying, and if struck in a vital spot, it could directly kill a Heavenly Saint-level expert.
Although the Feather Spirit Soul-Destroying Arrow was extremely famous, they had always been skeptical of such rumors. But now, they no longer doubted it.
Having lost the Golden Great Seal, facing Long Chen and Mo Nian, two super prodigies, plus Chief Yuluo and the other five here, the three of them had no chance at all.
Although Long Chen and Mo Nian's bodies were still recovering and their combat power was probably not great, these two had slaughtered over a thousand Heavenly Saint experts. Even if they were weakened, they might still have the strength to kill them.
Fight, but don't dare to fight; run away, but don't dare to run, because with the Feather Spirit Clan's sharpshooters present, running away is like handing your life over to someone else. The Pavilion Master of Tianxin Pavilion is the best example—the Feather Spirit Soul-Destroying Arrow of the Feather Spirit Clan has eyes.
"Dean Long Chen, actually, there are some misunderstandings between us."
Under the pressure, Cao Guofeng forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying:
"All of this is our fault. All of this is the devil's instigation. We were forced into it. If we refuse, it will kill us."
Long Chen stared coldly at Cao Guofeng, saying nothing. Such nonsense could fool a three-year-old child; even a four-year-old might not fall for it.
Seeing Long Chen with a cold face and silence, Mo Nian's eyes darted around. No one knew what he was thinking, but even with his knees, it was clear this guy definitely wasn't up to any good.
"Dean Long Chen, all of this is my fault. I was blind and blind, utterly foolish. I took responsibility for what I did. I hope you will show mercy and spare my Zichen Sect disciples for the sake of Ziqiong and Ziyu. As for my head, you can take it at any time." Gao Jianli suddenly stepped forward and sighed.
"Whoosh!"
With his sword in hand, the four great clan elders instantly bowed like a full moon. But he turned his sword backwards and handed the hilt to Long Chen, looking ready to die heroically.
"I didn't expect that even though you've lost your face, you still have a trace of backbone." Mo Nian said in surprise.
Gao Jianli originally only had half a face, but Long Chen had pulled it out. It still hadn't fully grown back and was still a bloody mess.
Mo Nian hadn't expected him to have some backbone, willing to use his own head to extinguish Long Chen's anger and give the disciples a chance.
"Smack!"
Long Chen reached out and took the long sword from Gao Jianli, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. If Gao Jianli's blood energy wasn't so stable, Long Chen would have believed him.
Only those with a calm mind can have steady vitality, but Gao Jianli's vitality was deliberately suppressed. To put it bluntly, his heart was filled with tension and fear. His outward composure and his heroic sacrifice were all just an act.
However, it must be said that Gao Jianli was a formidable figure—he accepted the bet and lost. Even when gambling, it required courage, which is truly admirable.
Just for this reason, Long Chen had no intention of killing him, and after what had happened, it was a chance for him to turn over a new leaf—even though Long Chen rarely gave others such a chance in his life.
But just then, a furious roar rang out:
"Don't trust him..."
Just then, a furious roar came from afar. In that instant, terror flashed in Gao Jianli's eyes as he shouted angrily:
"Shut up! Why can't I trust him?"
The person calling out was a disciple dressed in the attire of the Zichen Sect, looking very delicate and bearing some resemblance to Lu Ziyu.
When Long Chen saw that man, he immediately recognized him as the Lu family disciple who had accompanied him and Mo Nian to watch the battle, probably Lu Ziyu's cousin or cousin.
He shouted anxiously, but Gao Jianli let out a furious roar, his voice condensing into a single line that shook the disciple so hard that blood spurted wildly, his whole body cracked. Fortunately, he was quite strong, or he would have been killed instantly.
The disciple of the Zichen Sect spat blood wildly, yet still roared, "He... Killed my ... Two sisters..."
When they heard the disciple's words, Long Chen and Mo Nian's faces instantly turned cold.