Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 71 Heavenly Blade City, I will take it myself!

Soon after, the group flew swiftly on their swords and finally caught sight of the outline of a majestic ancient city in the distance.

Tian Dao City is built against the mountain, and its walls are made entirely of dark blue-black boulders. Over the years, the walls have been marked with the marks of chisels and axes, exuding a desolate and ancient atmosphere.

Above the city, a pale golden light curtain, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloped the entire city. The light curtain was covered with dense array patterns, clearly a rather impressive city-protecting array.

However, at this moment, the light screen was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

Outside the city, a dark mass of people was launching a fierce attack. Dozens of figures leaped and darted, their Yuan energy surging, and one after another, sharp attacks slammed into the light barrier. Each strike made the already flickering light barrier even dimmer, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Those people were all dressed in gray robes, with puppet-shaped patterns embroidered on the hems, which was the attire of the Wan Kui Dynasty.

Beside them, dozens of figures of various shapes and sizes were fighting alongside them.

Some resemble giant apes, entirely black, each punch causing the air to explode; others are like fierce tigers, on all fours, their eyes gleaming with a cold light; still others are in the form of birds, circling in mid-air, occasionally swooping down to tear the light barrier with their sharp claws.

These are spirit puppets, and they are all beast-shaped spirit puppets, which are far more lethal than human-shaped puppets.

Mo Leng's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"How could this be—how could they have acted ahead of schedule?!"

His voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief. According to his calculations, the formation should have held for at least another half a month, but now—

Lanhe's gaze passed over the puppets and landed on the front of the attacking force.

There, two figures stood side by side, standing out conspicuously.

They were twin brothers, almost identical in appearance, both with cold faces and sharp eyes.

However, the two possessed completely different auras. The man on the left had surging Yuan energy around him, clearly a Fourth-Order Nirvana Realm cultivator. The man on the right, though showing no Yuan energy fluctuations, had a faint flow of spiritual energy between his brows, indicating he was a Fourth-Order Heavenly Talisman Master!

The two brothers, one on the left and one on the right, worked in perfect coordination. The cultivator at the Fourth Nirvana Realm continuously bombarded the formation with his Yuan Power, while the Four-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master controlled the various spirit puppets, launching a relentless and overwhelming attack.

Without wasting words, Lan He moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of light and hurtling towards the city gate.

Behind them, Lan Ying and Qing Feng exchanged a glance, drew their swords simultaneously, and followed closely behind. More than thirty sword lights streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, swooping down towards the Wan Kui Dynasty cultivators who were besieging the city!

Mo Leng froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Brother Lan, wait for me!"

call out!

Lanhe's figure was the first to arrive in the sky above the battlefield.

Holding the Azure Scale Sword, his white robes fluttering, he stood in mid-air, looking down at the dozens of Wan Kui Dynasty cultivators and the dozens of grotesque spirit puppets below.

Without any unnecessary movements, he simply raised his longsword and slashed down.

Clang!

A dazzling sword light, like a cascading silver river, crashed down from the heavens. Wherever the sword light passed, the air crackled with a sharp, explosive sound. The incomparably fierce sword intent caused everyone below to tremble involuntarily!

boom!

The sword light slammed into the dozens of spirit puppets.

With a series of crackling explosions, the dozen or so spirit puppets at the forefront were sent flying like paper by the sword light, instantly shattering into countless fragments!

As the smoke and dust cleared, a gap was torn open in the originally densely packed spirit puppet formation!

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The twin brothers from the Wan Kui Dynasty suddenly narrowed their eyes and looked up at the white-clad figure in mid-air.

Five Yuan Nirvana!

Wan Lei, the elder brother of the Wan family on the left, who was at the fourth level of Nirvana Realm, changed his expression, and a trace of undisguised apprehension flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously took half a step back, and his right hand was already on a silver talisman at his waist.

That was a life-saving item bestowed upon him by the Wan Kui Sect, and he would never want to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Wan Feng, the younger brother of the Four Seal Heavenly Talisman Master on the right, also had a solemn expression. His spiritual power was flowing wildly between his brows as he secretly summoned all the remaining spirit puppets back to his front, stacking them in a defensive posture.

The beast-shaped spirit puppets, which were ferocious and terrifying, were now like frightened wild beasts, all looking up at the white-clad figure in mid-air and letting out low whimpers.

Wan Lei took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and raised his head to shout, "Who are you? This is a feud between my Wan Kui Dynasty and the Divine Dynasty. Please do not interfere!"

His voice, amplified by Yuan energy, resounded throughout the entire venue. Though his tone was firm, it clearly carried a hint of probing and apprehension.

Seeing that Lan He did not respond immediately, he quickly added, "Whatever benefits the Divine Dynasty has given you, my Myriad Puppet Dynasty will offer double! Pills, spiritual treasures, Nirvana Pills—just name your price!"

He adopted a very humble posture, and his tone even carried a hint of ingratiation.

Lan He looked down at him, his expression still calm, and said indifferently, "The Divine Dynasty relinquished the Heavenly Blade Ruins."

He paused, his gaze falling on the twin brothers, his tone remaining perfectly calm: "Are you getting double portions too?"

Upon hearing this, Wan Lei and Wan Feng's expressions instantly turned ugly.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes communicating rapidly. Wan Lei's brows furrowed tightly, while Wan Feng's face alternated between pale and flushed.

The Heavenly Blade Ruins were the culmination of months of planning by their Myriad Puppet Dynasty, for which they were even willing to break ties with the Divine Dynasty and wage war. Now, with the formation about to be breached and victory seemingly in sight, this malevolent star has suddenly appeared—

Ask him to hand over the relics? That's absolutely impossible.

They could refuse to hand it over—they had clearly witnessed the power of that sword strike.

Wan Lei gritted his teeth, looked up, and said, "Your Excellency, the Heavenly Blade Ruins are something our Wan Kui Dynasty has been planning for a long time, expending countless efforts. How about this, we each compromise and split it 30/70!"

Lan He raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with amusement: "Oh? You're willing to give up 70%? That's quite a show of sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Wan Lei quickly waved his hand and gave a dry laugh: "You misunderstand, sir. It's 30% for you and 70% for us. After all, we were the ones who discovered these ruins first, and we put in a lot of effort—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lan He's expression changed.

His calm expression instantly turned cold, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes. He looked down at the Wan brothers, his gaze as if they were two ignorant ants.

"Thirty percent?"

He repeated the two words softly, his tone eerily calm, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Wan Lei's heart tightened, and he subconsciously took half a step back, forcing a smile as he said, "Your Excellency, this is already our greatest sincerity—"

Lanhe didn't look at him.

He simply raised the Azure Scale Sword in his hand slowly.

The sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its tip pointing directly at the Wan family brothers.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Neither will you give it—"

He paused, a cold smile curving his lips slightly: "I'll take it myself."