After slaying the murderer, Ye Xiaofan turned back to look at Ye Xiaotian, whose face was filled with despair, and was momentarily at a loss for words.
Clearly, the two shared the same bloodline and had been in the Divine Sword Sect for seven years, yet they had never exchanged a word, like strangers. However, when he was truly trapped in a deadly predicament, that figure still decisively took action and came to this world.
Perhaps this is the power of bloodline; even if they are at odds, in the face of great right and wrong, the blood flowing within them still compels them to make the right choice.
In fact, Ye Xiaotian’s heart at this moment was extremely conflicted. Though his father was not killed by Ye Tiannan directly, his death was indirectly caused by Ye Xiaofan’s father. Now, he was deeply conflicted in choosing to take action, yet had to watch his grandfather die because of the other side.
At this moment, Ye Xiaotian looked at Ye Xiaofan with eyes that seemed to undergo a shocking change.
He held Ye Wuyuan’s corpse, slowly looking up at that figure, his emotions infinitely complex: "Ye Xiaofan, what the Ye Race owed you, today we have repaid."
After speaking, Ye Xiaotian, carrying Ye Wuyuan, slowly turned around, retreating from the battlefield like a walking corpse.
Ye Xiaofan was stunned as he watched the former, his heart filled with countless emotions. Having just lost his master, he could feel how helpless and grief-stricken Ye Xiaotian was at this moment. Yet he worried more—worried that Ye Wuyuan’s death would completely set Ye Xiaotian against him.
Ye Xiaotian gradually disappeared with that aged figure, never looking back, but ultimately a voice devoid of emotion reached him: "Walk out alive. If you dare let grandfather’s blood flow in vain, the Ye name—even if you turn into a vengeful spirit, I won’t let you go. What you owe me, one day I will certainly come to claim it."
"Xiaotian...?"
Ye Xiaofan looked at that figure, wanting to speak but stopping, as if something was stuck in his throat.
Back then, everyone was young and naive. Now in retrospect, how were Ye Xiaotian and Ye Xiaojiang any different from him? They were all pitiful people, growing up without their parents; they had Ye Wuyuan, he had an elder sister—just that little difference.
Ye Xiaotian’s departure did not delay the deadly situation at all; enemies continued to storm in like a tidal wave, soon engulfing everything.
Time slowly passed, finally.
Boom—!!!
At a certain moment.
As that figure was about to break out of the encirclement, the murderous intent coming from all directions became even more violent and terrifying.
However, with the protection of dozens of Elders from Array Peak and others like Qi Yun, everyone finally fought their way out of the vast sea of people.
And all this was exchanged for by more than ten Array Peak Elders, who, like Yin Tianzheng, self-destructed.
"Go—!!!"
Woosh woosh woosh—!!!
As soon as everyone broke out of the encirclement, they instantly soared into the sky, desperately rushing toward the east.
However, the reality was that until this moment, they had only broken through the first encirclement; the real deadly trap had just begun, with everyone still surrounded by countless terrifying old immortals.
The moment they flew out of the encirclement, Ye Xiaofan instinctively scanned everyone. Among the cultivators, almost everyone was covered in wounds, their clothes stained red with blood. Even Qi Yun, Mo Lao, and the six great Saints, including Qingfeng Mingyue and Shanshan Qinzou, were more or less severely injured.
But no one dared to stop, especially the six great Saints.
Because the moment they broke through, Qi Yun and others saw that the astonishing old immortals perched outside the endless mountains and rivers had started to move.
"Everyone, hurry. Once we reach the Transmission Array set up by the Grand Elder, there’s a chance we’ll escape the Hundred Broken Mountain Range."
Several Array Peak Elders repeatedly urged, leading the charge towards the east.
In an instant, everyone frantically sprinted; even the Demon Realm’s myriad Saints were forcibly relocating the battlefield, stubbornly following that figure.
At this moment, the Divine Sword Sect truly turned into a river of blood. Millions of cultivators watching those fighting their way out gasped heavily.
Throughout the Divine Sword Sect region, the vast void and the Cangqiong Peak were filled with the smell of blood; countless Self-Slaying Realm experts and Transcendent Realm powers fell, and even major figures died one after another.
Below the vast void, blood had soaked the earth, terrifying beyond measure.
This was the terrible influence of the Sword Saint’s successor, which even myriad cultivators dared not breathe heavily.
Especially within the Divine Sword Sect, atop Divine Sword Peak, Ning Xianyi kept staring blankly at that world, her beautiful eyes chaotic, gazing at everything happening, unable to recover for a long time.
However, Ye Xiaofan and the others breaking through didn’t mean they were safe.
On the contrary, having experienced successive deadly battles, all against many, now everyone, whether newly risen Self-Slaying Realm prodigies or Transcendent Realm powers, and even Saint Realm figures, was exhausted. After all, not everyone was Ye Xiaofan, who had the Vast Profound Sea inside.
At this moment, everyone’s internal energy was almost more than half depleted, rendering them unable to engage in another terrifying battle.
Yet, the moment they broke through, countless figures chased after them like a swarm of locusts, including dozens of terrifying giants repeatedly clashing with Qi Yun, Mo Lao, and others, and many remaining Transcendent Realm powers.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, faster, almost there, almost there."
Several Array Peak Elders were anxious, sprinting frantically, sweating profusely.
Be aware that though they had broken through the first encirclement, they fell into a more terrifying trap set by the old immortals, with infinite distant ends now covered by endless old Saints. Once caught by the vast pursuers behind them, hope would be lost.
Even if not caught, escaping the Hundred Broken Mountain Range was uncertain; hope was slim, but there was a glimmer of hope. After all, the outskirts were filled with old immortals, monsters from bygone eras accumulated, despite nearing their ends, even the current prominent figures couldn’t dare challenge their might.
In an instant, not only were Ye Xiaofan and others eager, but millions of cultivators also had their hearts in their throats.
The real deadly trap had just begun, and now the Sword Saint’s successor could mobilize all possible forces had been deployed inside, with no Saints remaining, how to escape?
"Can’t let those behind catch up, or hope will be lost."
After traversing the void for a long time, Qi Yun and others were shocked to discover that their pursuers seemed to have gained a new group of Saint Realm giants, moving at a speed that made one’s scalp tingle.
Even those Self-Slaying Realm and Transcendent Realm powers were led by nearly a hundred Saint Realm giants, traversing the void, inevitably leading everyone into another encirclement.
Just as everyone started feeling powerless.
Suddenly.
Woosh woosh woosh—!!!
Everyone shockingly looked up, eyes wide with amazement at the front of the world.
In the landscape ahead, numerous terrifying figures appeared, enough to unsettle them and block their path.
Though numerically far fewer than the pursuers behind, the aura emanating from those astonishing figures was horrifyingly chilling.
And at the forefront of those mysteriously appearing terrifying forces stood a calm-faced youth, silently waiting for Ye Xiaofan and others rushing towards him.
The moment Ye Xiaofan and Mo Shiyi saw that familiar figure, they trembled all over.
For that figure was none other than—Nangong Jianchen!!!