Legend of Zixia

Chapter 249 War begins

The arrogant young man, surrounded by a group of ancient cultivators, slowly approached the Dragon Transformation Pool. These ancient creatures were of various shapes and sizes, with bizarre and ferocious appearances. Some were covered in scales, some had bone spurs on their backs, and some were as black as ink, exuding a murderous aura. Each of them had experienced the baptism of blood and fire, crawling out from piles of corpses, and their fierce aura was overwhelming.

The person surrounding them, however, seemed utterly out of place. He was a tall, imposing, and exceptionally heroic young man with flowing purple hair, deep eyes, and an innate imperial majesty emanating from him, like a purple celestial king descended to earth.

"That's the young master of the Divine Valley—Zi Tiandu!" someone exclaimed in a low voice, their tone filled with apprehension. "The Holy Body is probably in for a tough battle."

Just then, a furious shout pierced the night sky: "Ancient race! Prepare to die!"

A figure burst forth from the poolside, his face cold and stern, his entire body radiating a bloodthirsty aura. He wielded a longsword, his steps steady, each step causing icy runes to bloom on the ground. He flicked his sword with his finger, producing a resounding clang, the sword energy shifting and ethereal, its chilling force penetrating to the bone. A single, sweeping strike aimed directly at the Purple Heaven Capital Immortal Platform, the sword light soaring into the sky—a full-force attack from a cultivator at the second level of the Immortal Realm!
"This is the Holy Son of the Cold Sword Sect!" Someone in the crowd recognized him and exclaimed in shock, "What is he doing here? And he even dared to attack Zi Tiandu?"

"Don't even mention it..." another person whispered, "Don't you know that the Cold Sword Sect was destroyed? Ever since the Divine Spirit Valley came into existence, the area within a thousand miles has become a forbidden zone. As luck would have it, the Cold Sword Sect was nearby, and the entire sect, along with its affiliated mortal kingdom, was slaughtered overnight, with only a handful of people escaping with their lives."

Zi Tiandu remained standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferently surveying Ye Fan, seemingly oblivious to the earth-shattering sword strike from the Holy Son of the Cold Sword Sect. His expression was calm, not even glancing at the soaring sword light, as if the attack couldn't even shake the hem of his robes.

The ancient guards behind him remained unmoved. One of them, a tall ancient being with bone spurs on his back, snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with divine light. He instantly opened his divine eye and shot out a dazzling beam of light. The light was as sharp as a blade, shooting straight out and piercing through the protective divine power of the Cold Sword Sect's holy son before he could even get close!

"puff!"

A flash of blood appeared; the Holy Son of the Cold Sword Sect arrived quickly, but left even faster. He was blasted away by the divine light, spitting out blood, his figure wretched and disheveled. Before he even landed, another ancient clan expert arrived in an instant, his speed astonishing. That person's hand was like an iron clamp, grabbing his throat and lifting him high into the air, his eyes cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Click——"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, the Cold Sword Sect's Holy Son's eyes bulged out, blood spurted out, and his life force was extinguished in an instant. He didn't even have time to utter a single word before he was killed on the spot.

The corpse was tossed aside and landed at Ye Fan's feet, its eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances. The blood was barely dry when the life of the Cold Sword Sect's Holy Son ended there, without even a chance to resist.

The crowd fell silent, furious but unable to utter a word. They watched the scene unfold, their hearts filled with fear and dread. The ancient royal family of Shenling Valley was indeed incredibly domineering, ruthless, and merciless. The overwhelming difference in strength forced the human cultivators to lower their heads, even their breathing becoming cautious.

Zi Tiandu slowly surveyed the entire scene, his tone nonchalant: "Rest assured, everyone, my purpose in coming here is solely to serve the Holy Body of the Human Race." His gaze locked onto Ye Fan, a smile playing on his lips, yet revealing a hint of amusement and disdain. "As for you... I harbor no hostility towards you. The revival of all races is not for war against the Human Race, but for coexistence in this world."

"Yes, yes, yes! This person is ungrateful and dared to attack Lord Zi. He deserves to die!" Among the crowd, some cowardly human cultivators began to fawn over the ancient clan, their voices flattering and humble.

Zi Tiandu smiled slightly upon hearing this, but the next moment, his tone suddenly turned cold: "However, if anyone dares to challenge the majesty of my Divine Spirit Valley... their fate will not be much better than his." He pointed at the Holy Son of the Cold Sword Sect on the ground, his eyes like knives, his words carrying an irrefutable threat.

Ye Fan didn't speak, but simply bent down to pick up the still-humming longsword, his expression calm, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"Zi Tiandu, have you come for me?" he finally spoke, his tone as steady as a mountain. "How could I not oblige? Today, I will use this sword to slay you!"

Ye Fan took a step forward, and a flash of sword light appeared!

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor an overwhelming sense of oppression, yet this sword strike chilled the dozen or so ancient creatures to the bone. But they showed no fear, charging forward to fight, fearless of death, some extending their giant claws, others spitting out Dao soldiers, all fighting together against the formidable enemy.

Ye Fan lightly flicked the spine of his sword, and a clear yet extremely sharp cold light erupted instantly, like a celestial river cascading down, engulfing the entire Dragon Transformation Pool! He struck with ruthless precision, killing ten enemies with each step. "Pfft—"

An ancient creature had just charged forward when it was cleaved in two by the sword light, blood splattering and staining the grass and trees red, a cloud of blood rising. It didn't even have time to let out a scream before half of its body flew high into the air, revealing its white bones and internal organs at the break.

"Click——"

Another ancient clan expert was pierced through the chest by Ye Fan's sword. After entering the body, the sword energy did not immediately sever the torso, but first shattered the bones and muscles inside before completely penetrating the enemy. Before the ancient creature could even react, its entire body exploded, with bones and flesh scattering everywhere.

"boom!"

Ye Fan swept his hand back, and the iron sword burst forth with blazing light. Seven or eight ancient clan experts were cut off at the same time, their limbs flying everywhere, and blood spraying out like rain, covering the earth.

"Snapped!"

Without pausing, he swayed and flicked his wrist, sending the skull of an ancient creature attempting a sneak attack flying. White brain matter mixed with blood rained up into the air, and the corpse fell straight down, its death gruesome.

"what--"

The last ancient being, comparable to a sect leader, roared and unleashed its strongest attack, charging forward with all its might. However, Ye Fan merely took a step forward, his sword light cascading like a waterfall, cleaving its head in two and annihilating its soul.

In just a few breaths, more than a dozen powerful members of the ancient clans perished, none surviving.

At the Dragon Transformation Pool, everyone's expression changed. They had expected Ye Fan wouldn't lose, but no one anticipated his easy victory. The ancient clan guards who had been with Zi Tiandu were all experts at the second level of the Immortal Ascension Realm, tempered by blood and fire, possessing astonishing combat power. Yet, before Ye Fan, they were like clay chickens and earthen dogs, instantly lying dead on the spot, covered in blood.

Not to mention the others, even Zi Tiandu's pupils contracted, his hair flew wildly, and his whole body was filled with purple light. Even if he himself took action, it would take considerable effort to suppress them all. Yet Ye Fan had slaughtered them like ants in just a few breaths, without even causing a ripple.

At this moment, golden battle aura filled the heavens and earth, blazing like the sun, subtly overshadowing the divine radiance of the moon shining through the night sky. The power of the Holy Body surged and churned; with each step, the earth trembled, as if a dragon's roar echoed from beneath his feet. Ye Fan stared intently ahead, walking step by step.

"The Holy Body of the Human Race dares to challenge my race? You're courting death!" Zi Tiandu finally made his move.

Above his head, a purple ancient tower rose and fell, thundering through the sky, with thousands of thick purple wisps of energy descending to protect him below.

"boom"

He was arrogant and cold-blooded. He charged forward head-on, throwing a punch without hesitation.

The sound of the punches was like a tsunami, deafening and resounding, one after another, like waves rolling into the sky, booming endlessly, making one's ears ring.

(End of this chapter)