northernbook Chapter 276 The Old Ghost's Defeated Escape
Chapter 276 The Old Ghost's Defeated Escape
When had the people of the three great families ever suffered such humiliation? They were all so angry that their eyes were wide open, and all sorts of spells and magical treasures rushed towards the sixth pearl.
In an instant, light shone brightly and spiritual energy overflowed, as if the entire entrance to the Ancient Profound Daoist Temple was engulfed in a sea of fire.
Just as the old ghost was getting carried away with his pride, Kongming's voice rang in his ear.
Old Ghost pursed his lips, looking unwilling, and then revealed a flaw. Old Six Pearls' movements slowed slightly, and the originally stable gravity field became momentarily disordered.
The members of the three great families keenly noticed this change, their eyes flashing with wild joy, all believing that the old spirit of the artifact had exhausted its strength and that the attack had been effective...
"Everyone, give it your all! This spirit is about to collapse. If we don't attack now, when will we?" Sima Kun shouted.
Upon hearing this, everyone's morale soared, the power of their spells increased, and the magic weapons shone even brighter.
Old Ghost feigned panic, and the gravity field collapsed with a roar, carrying Old Six Pearls as he fled into the portal.
When the members of the three ancient families saw that the obstacle blocking their way had finally been driven away, they burst into a joyous cheer.
It's not easy!
A deep greed appeared on everyone's face, and their eyes were fixed on the open door like hungry wolves eyeing their prey.
Xuanyuan Ba laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the land, his eyes filled with manic excitement.
Then his expression hardened, and he looked at the Sima and Ji families with hostility, saying, "I hope you two families will abide by the rules, otherwise don't blame my Xuanyuan clan for being impolite!"
Before he finished speaking, he rushed toward the gate like an arrow, followed by the Xuanyuan family members, all of them beaming with excitement.
Sima Kun sneered inwardly, a ruthless glint in his eyes. A great opportunity was right in front of him; it was all about skill! Who the hell was going to listen to the rules?
Then he waved his hand, and the Sima family members quickly rushed towards the gate.
Ji Rong frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. The Xuanyuan family and the Sima family each had three Nascent Soul cultivators, while his side seemed to be outnumbered and outmatched.
However, there is absolutely no room for retreat at this moment. If we show weakness, the Ji family will inevitably be marginalized in this struggle.
Ji Rong made a firm decision and led his Ji family and troops, following closely behind the Sima family, into the Ancient Xuan Daoist Temple.
"Hmph! Zhuge Liang, I'll take your dog's life myself!" Ji Wushuang sneered, his eyes flashing with a sinister and venomous light, before stepping into the doorway...
As soon as they entered the Ancient Profound Daoist Temple, everyone felt a sense of lightness throughout their bodies, as if some kind of shackles within them had been broken.
The suppression of his cultivation level that he had experienced in the secret realm had completely disappeared, and the flow of his internal mana was even smoother.
"Huh! What's going on!"
"There's no suppression here!"
The scions of the three great families all stopped and circulated their magical power. The long-lost feeling of exhilaration brought a look of surprise to their faces.
Xuanyuan Ba was taken aback at first, then carefully circulated his Nascent Soul power, feeling the surging power flowing unimpeded through his meridians, and no divine punishment descended. His eyes burst with ecstatic light.
Then, he suddenly waved his hand, and with a sharp screech, a sword exuding intense killing intent appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.
The sword's blade resembled an abyss of ink, deep and dark. Its runes were twisted, emitting a bewitching red light, and emanating a pungent stench of blood.
The sword hung suspended in mid-air, its killing intent surging like a tide, its chilling coldness seemingly capable of freezing life, making everyone feel as if they were in a hellish realm.
This...this...this is the Xuanyuan God-Slaying Sword!
Everyone's eyes narrowed; they hadn't expected the Xuanyuan family to bring in such a deadly weapon...