NOVPUBXu Qingshan interrupted the dispute between the two, speaking indifferently, "Gentlemen, there’s no need to argue anymore. Today, everyone in the Yin-Yang Sect is destined for destruction."
"Why? This matter has nothing to do with the Yin-Yang Sect," Wu Shaoqing said hastily.
"If I were to kill you, all members of the Yin-Yang Sect would bear a grudge against me," Xu Qingshan said calmly, "Perhaps now they are too weak to entertain any notions.
But no one can be sure that, if one day they become stronger, they will not hold a grudge for what we did today.
Don’t be foolish. The moment we arrived, the fate of the Yin-Yang Sect was already sealed.
We do not strike lightly, but if we do, we will make sure to eradicate thoroughly, leaving no threat behind."
Upon hearing Xu Qingshan’s words, the Yin-Yang Sect’s Second Elder roared in anger, "If you really want to eradicate us all, we will not be easy targets.
Even in death, I will take a few of you down with me. You are welcome to try."
Wu Shaoqing’s gaze fixed on Xu Qingshan for a long, long time. She took a deep breath with a resolute look in her eyes and said, "Open the ancestral coffin."
As Wu Shaoqing’s words fell, six Dust Blood Coffins were quickly carried out.
The people of the True Martial Holy Sect did not stop them, and just watched as the ancestral coffins were slowly opened.
On the side of the True Martial Holy Sect, there were over a dozen Saint Vein Realm experts, while the Yin-Yang Sect had only six. If they did not open the ancestral coffins, there would be no way to contend.
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As five of the Dust Blood Coffins were opened, white mist shrouded the firmament, and five mighty figures rose from the coffins and flew out.
"Look quickly, that’s our Yin-Yang Sect’s former Sect Master, Gold Saint Old Man," exclaimed a disciple who had been with the sect for quite some time, recognizing one of the elders.
"Not only the Gold Saint Sect Master, but the Wood Saint, Earth Saint, Fire Saint, and Water Sage, all four ancestors, have also come out."
The disciples shouted excitedly, overwhelmed with emotion as they witnessed the legendary ancestral masters appearing before them.
At this moment, as the five Dust Blood Coffins were opened, the lid of the sixth Dust Blood Coffin was also slowly lifted.
Unlike the other five pitch-black Dust Blood Coffins, the sixth one was black and white in color.
When the Dust Blood Coffin was fully opened, all present heard a faint sigh resound.
Then, an elder wearing a Yin-Yang Liangyi Robe slowly walked out. The elder appeared frail as a skeleton, his face full of deep, dense ravines left by time.
However, in that moment, the elder’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and his presence soared, clearly not an ordinary individual.
"Ancestral Master, I am Wu Shaoqing, the ninth-generation Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect," Wu Shaoqing hurried forward, leading all the elders to greet him.
Then she briefly recounted the situation, and everyone’s attention turned to the elder in the black and white robe, awaiting his decision.
This elder was none other than the founder of the Yin-Yang Sect, the Yin-Yang Ancestral Master.
"Gentlemen, is there really no room for negotiation?" the Yin-Yang Ancestral Master asked Xu Qingshan, his voice calm.
"No peace until death."
"Then let us fight," the Yin-Yang Ancestral Master commanded in a light shout, his body surrounded by Yin and Yang Qi.
He whispered to Wu Shaoqing, "During the battle, we will hold them off for you; take the one with the Destiny and leave.
As long as the person of Destiny remains, our Yin-Yang Sect will not perish."
Wu Shaoqing fell silent for a moment before nodding firmly.
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At this moment, many Sects had already received the news and were all watching from the shadows around the Yin-Yang Sect.
The Yin-Yang Ancestral Master stood at the forefront, his aura tumultuous. There came the sound of "bang bang bang..." as eight Vein Gates in his body were opened.
Lun Quan, Xuan Gu, Zhao Yingfeng.
Kun Hai, Illusion Blood, Muhuansong.
Lin Que, Cheng An…
The moment the eight Vein Gates opened simultaneously, the mighty aura of the Divine Vein Realm rampaged through Hengyu. Holding the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand, he pointed it at the people of the True Martial Holy Sect.
Behind the Yin-Yang Ancestral Master, a Taiji Yin-Yang Diagram emerged.
This was his True Fate. The moment the Tai Ji Diagram appeared, the entire firmament was cast in black and white.
Some people hiding in the shadows watching the battle remarked in amazement, "The Yin-Yang Ancestral Master has reached the Divine Vein Realm?"
"What’s there to be surprised about," someone replied indifferently, "Many eras ago, the Yin-Yang Ancestral Master was also a contender for Destiny. Reaching the Divine Vein Realm is quite normal."
As the aura of the Yin-Yang Ancestral Master swept across the firmament, snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky.
Sheet upon sheet of vast swathes of snowflakes fluttered between heaven and earth, each bearing the shape of longswords.
The bleak and icy breath covered the entire firmament.
A shadow walked from the void, carrying a sword with him.
His long hair fluttered,
He was clad in white,
And he was haughty as snow.
More terrifying was that this shadow also opened the eight Vein Gates. With each step he took, the murderous chill in the air grew more intense.
Mei Aohan walked out from amidst the snow. With one sword strike, snow blanketed thousands of miles as an endless ice-bound radiance surged from the firmament.
The Yin-Yang Ancestral Master also raised his sword to meet the challenge. Black and white Yin and Yang Qi on his Yin-Yang Sword split the dawn, dividing the sky into two halves.
The two swords collided, and endless storms surged around them. Space was completely shattered into fragments, and a colossal vortex appeared between the two swords.
Both men retreated several steps. The Yin-Yang Ancestral Master’s expression was solemn as he shook his head and sighed, "I’m old now. Each generation produces its own new talent!"
"How can I be considered any kind of talent? I’m just an ordinary person who has abandoned the Martial Path," said Mei Aohan, shaking his head lightly.
In his prime at the pinnacle of the Saint Vein Realm, Mei Aohan had been ambitious and daring, challenging major first-rate sects alone. In battles against various Saint Vein Realm adversaries, he honed his martial arts and understood his own way and spirit.
Unfortunately, he later met Xiao Zixian and fell into the whirlpool of love, abandoning everything with the resolution to live out an ordinary but contented life with his beloved.
The path of martial arts is too distant, fraught with hardship and peril. You never know where it might prematurely end.
And even if one reaches the pinnacle of the Martial Path, what then? Can one achieve eternal life in the endless pursuit?
If the person by one’s side is no longer there, everything loses its meaning.
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Mei Aohan and the Yin-Yang Ancestral Master engaged in a fierce fight. Their battle wasn’t particularly extravagant, but it was the ordinary strike of a sword that brought it forth.
The world collapsed, the firmament gave way, and deafening booms echoed between heaven and earth.
It was as if even Cang Tian was going to be punctured by their clash, winds howled and clouds whirled, and the entire sky was torn asunder with countless fissures.
Meanwhile, the people of the True Martial Holy Sect didn’t give the Yin-Yang Sect any chance to breathe, charging forward into battle.
Dozens of Saint Vein Realm powerhouses clashed fiercely. Thanks to the Yin-Yang Sect’s opening of the ancestral coffin, their number of Saint Vein Realm fighters barely held up.
But under the assault of a hundred True Martial Holy Sect fighters of the Emperor Pulse Realm, the foundational strength of the Yin-Yang Sect was clearly insufficient.
