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

Chapter 72 The Destruction of Ten Thousand Puppets: Eradicating the Roots

"This is outrageous!"

Wan Lei's face turned ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and he roared angrily.

"Your actions are far too domineering! Just because you are one realm higher than us, you are so arrogant. Do you really think my Myriad Puppet Dynasty is made of clay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, golden light surged around him, and a dark golden armor emerged from within, completely enveloping his body. The armor was covered with intricate runes and exuded a pressure far exceeding that of an Earth-rank spiritual treasure; it was clearly a low-grade Heaven-rank spiritual treasure!

At the same time, Wan Lei's arms trembled, and tortoise-shell-like patterns faintly appeared under his skin, making his aura suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

Wan Feng beside him also snorted coldly, his spiritual power surging wildly between his brows, and the three level-four spirit puppets roared to the sky in unison, their fierce aura soaring into the heavens!

The three spirit puppets were all different in form—

At the very front was a humanoid spirit puppet, entirely black, wielding a black broadsword over ten feet long, with runes faintly flowing across its blade; it was clearly a low-grade Heavenly Rank spirit treasure.

On the left was a bull-shaped spirit puppet, its body as large as a small mountain, covered entirely in dark golden scales, its two curved horns gleaming with a cold, eerie light. It crouched low, its hooves pawing the ground, a deep roar emanating from its throat, ready to charge at any moment.

Above and to the right, an eagle-shaped spirit puppet soared, its wingspan reaching three zhang (approximately 10 meters). Each feather was a sharp blade, gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight. Its eagle eyes were fixed on Lan He, ready to swoop down at any moment.

The three spirit puppets, one for offense, one for defense, and one for attack, were clearly a carefully selected puppet pairing.

Lan He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and slashed down with his sword!

The sword light, like a rainbow, pierced the sky, carrying an incomparably sharp sword intent, heading straight for Wan Lei!

"clang!"

With a deafening clang of metal clashing, Wan Lei was thrown back several feet, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground. However, his dark gold armor only dented slightly, having withstood the entire sword strike.

Lan He raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Such a hard shell," he said casually.

Wan Lei steadied himself, sneered, and patted his armor, his eyes filled with smugness. He said disdainfully, "My Xuan Turtle Armor is a low-grade Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure. Paired with my superior body-refining spiritual martial art, 'Xuan Turtle Golden Body,' I can withstand even attacks from a Fifth-Element Nirvana Realm cultivator!"

"You've clearly misjudged the Myriad Puppet Dynasty, thinking it's an easy target. How about we cooperate, kick the Divine Dynasty out, and split the spoils of the Heavenly Blade Sect's ruins equally?"

Lan He didn't answer, he just looked at him calmly.

That gaze was calm as still water, yet it inexplicably made Wan Lei's heart tighten. Those eyes were so cold, as if they were looking at a dead man.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

Wan Lei's expression darkened, and he stopped talking nonsense. Golden light surged around him, and the Xuan Turtle Armor shone brightly. Turtle-shell-shaped patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, and his aura suddenly became as heavy as a mountain.

He clenched his fists, took a step forward, leaving a deep footprint in the ground, and became like a moving fortress, approaching Lan He step by step!

At the same time, Wan Feng's spiritual power surged wildly between his brows, and the three spirit puppets roared in unison, their fierce aura soaring into the sky!

The humanoid spirit puppet slashed straight down with a sword, the blade flashing like a rainbow; the bull-shaped spirit puppet charged forward with its head down, its four hooves pounding the ground like thunder; the eagle-shaped spirit puppet swooped down from the sky, its sharp claws aimed straight for Lan He's back!

The two brothers, one facing the enemy head-on and the other controlling a puppet to attack from the side, coordinated perfectly, clearly demonstrating a battle synergy honed countless times.

Just then, Lan Ying and Qing Feng rushed over, their swords already poised to strike.

"Little River!"

Lan Ying shouted, ready to lend a helping hand.

Lan He didn't even turn his head, but simply said, "No need, Sister Lan Ying. You go deal with the others. I can handle things here."

Lan Ying paused slightly, her gaze sweeping over the three ferocious spirit puppets and Wan Lei, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but she ultimately nodded. She knew Lan He's temperament; if he said he could handle it, then he truly was confident.

Be careful.

She left those words behind, exchanged a glance with Qingfeng, and then turned to charge towards the remaining cultivators of the Myriad Puppet Dynasty!

More than thirty sword lights from the Immortal Dynasty followed closely behind, their sword light like rainbows, and collided violently with the Wan Kuai cultivators who were attacking the city!

Screams of battle erupted, and blood splattered everywhere!

In the center of the battlefield, Lan He still stood with his hands behind his back, letting the three spirit puppets attack him.

He glanced at Wan Lei, then at Wan Feng, and chuckled softly, "A turtle shell, a piece of trash who only knows how to hide in the back and control spirit puppets, dare to stop me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved.

Clang!

Behind him, a hundred magical swords were drawn simultaneously!

In that instant, sword light surged like a waterfall, soaring into the sky. A hundred longswords swirled and intertwined, transforming into a torrent of sword light stretching across the heavens, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it hurtled towards Wan Lei!

Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp, explosive sound.

Wan Lei's pupils contracted sharply, a chill running from his spine straight to the top of his head. He had no time to think, crossing his arms in front of him to protect himself. The Xuan Turtle Armor shone brightly, and the patterns on the surface of his skin shone to their fullest extent, pushing his defense to its limit.

boom!

The torrent of sword light slammed into Wan Lei, creating a deafening roar!

Wan Lei was sent flying backward by the torrent of sword light, his feet leaving two deep furrows in the ground as he slid for dozens of feet before he could barely regain his footing.

He was panting heavily, his tortoise-shell armor on his arms was covered in cracks, and blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

Before he could catch his breath, he looked up and his pupils contracted again. The hundred longswords had somehow become intertwined and swirled around him, their light flowing and forming an impenetrable sword array that completely sealed him inside.

A sword formation! He was actually trapped in a sword formation!

Wan Lei's heart sank. Just as he was about to throw a punch to break the formation, he caught a glimpse of a sword light flashing across the sky, heading straight for his younger brother, Wan Feng. His pupils shrank to pinpoints. He had fallen for a trap!

"Watch out, Xiao Feng!" he shouted hoarsely, his voice cracking, but it was too late to help.

Just as Wan Feng was about to control the three spirit puppets to return to his brother's aid, he heard this shout and looked up sharply. He saw a white-clad figure darting in front of him like a ghost.

His expression changed drastically, and his spiritual energy surged wildly between his brows. The humanoid and bull-shaped spirit puppets instantly retreated to block in front of him, while the eagle-shaped spirit puppet swooped down from the sky to try to intercept him.

At the same time, his eyes narrowed, and a sharp mental attack transformed into an invisible blade, piercing straight for Lan He's brow!

This was his trump card, the Soul-Slaying Blade, a mid-level divine-grade spiritual technique, powerful enough to severely injure the spirit and body of cultivators of the same level!

However, Lan He merely glanced at him indifferently, and in the Niwan Palace, the shadow of an ancient bell appeared and trembled slightly.

clang!

A melodious bell rang out in the spiritual realm, and Wan Feng's invisible spiritual blade struck Zhong Ying, vanishing without a trace like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Wan Feng's pupils shrank, his face filled with disbelief. His divine-level spiritual technique, his prized Soul-Slaying Blade, had actually been so easily neutralized by the opponent?

Before he could react, Lan He opened his mouth, and a deep, ancient dragon's roar rolled out from his throat.

"roar!"

Sonic martial arts, Dragon Roar Technique!

The sound waves, carrying a powerful spiritual impact, transformed into visible ripples that poured directly into Wan Feng's ears.

He felt a sudden jolt in his mind, as if a million thunderbolts had exploded within him. His mental power controlling the spirit puppets instantly became chaotic, and the three spirit puppets froze in place, their eyes flickering uncertainly.

At this very moment, the sword flashed.

Lan He gently swung his Azure Scale Sword, the sword light flashing like a rainbow, instantly slicing across Wan Feng's neck.

"you----"

Wan Feng opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only uttered this one word. Blood gushed out, staining the front of his clothes red. With a thud, his body fell to the ground.

From the moment Lan He used the sword formation to trap Wan Lei to the moment he swept towards Wan Feng and beheaded him with a single sword strike, only three breaths had passed.

The three spirit puppets, now out of control, stood frozen in place, the light in their eyes gradually dimming, before finally collapsing to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

With a flick of his sleeve, Lan He put the three level-four spirit puppets into his Qiankun bag, and then casually took the Qiankun bag from Wan Feng's waist as well.

Within the sword formation, Wan Lei stared wide-eyed at his younger brother's corpse, at the familiar figure lying in a pool of blood. His lips trembled violently, but he couldn't utter a sound.

The cultivators of the Myriad Puppet Dynasty were terrified. When the light fell on that white-robed figure, it was as if they were looking at a killing god who had come from hell.

That's brutal!

Wan Feng, the number one young master of puppetry in their Wan Kui Dynasty, a Four-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master, couldn't even withstand a single move before being beheaded by the opponent with a single sword strike!

How can we fight like this?

Just then, with a loud bang, the gates of Tiandao City burst open!

A figure darted out; it was Mo Leng himself.

Behind him, dozens of geniuses from the Divine Dynasty filed out, their bodies surging with Yuan Power and their momentum like a rainbow. They were all the elites of their Divine Dynasty, coming out in full force at this moment.

Mo Leng immediately spotted Wan Feng lying on the ground, then glanced at Wan Lei, who was trapped in the sword formation and looked ashen-faced. He paused for a moment, then grinned broadly, his laughter filled with smug satisfaction: "Hahaha! Brother Lan is mighty! I'm here to lend you a hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the cultivators of the Divine Dynasty charged into the battlefield!

At this moment, within the sword formation, Wan Lei's face was ashen.

He watched as the forces of the Divine Dynasty and the Immortal Dynasty merged, completely surrounding the remnants of the Myriad Puppet Dynasty, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was extinguished.

With his brother dead, the elite force was decimated, morale collapsed, and there was no chance of turning the tide.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming hatred in his heart, and looked up at the white-clad figure standing outside the sword formation. His voice was hoarse as he spoke: "Sir, I admit defeat."

He paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let us leave, and my Myriad Puppet Dynasty will offer up the ruins of the Heavenly Blade Sect with both hands. From this day forward, whenever I see a cultivator from the Immortal Dynasty, I, Wan Lei, will give way and never dare to offend them again!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Leng frowned and was about to advise Lan He to eliminate the threat completely.

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But Lan He had already raised his hand.

Without any hesitation, the sword formation shone brightly, and the hundred longswords trembled in unison, their cries like the roar of dragons!

Wan Lei's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned ashen.

He knew that the other party would not give him any way out.

"This is outrageous!"

Wan Lei roared, his body blazing with golden light. He activated the Xuan Turtle Armor to its limit, transforming into a streak of light as he rushed out of the sword formation. He was determined to fight to the death, even if it meant taking someone down with him!

However, the sword formation was like a net from heaven and earth, with hundreds of long swords slashing down at once!

The sword light was like a waterfall, covering the sky and the earth!

Wan Lei's roar abruptly stopped.

The golden light shattered, the Xuan Turtle shell cracked, and the figure was completely engulfed by the sword light.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the body fell to the ground.

The sword formation slowly dissipated, and the hundred longswords returned to their positions, circling behind Lan He.

The entire room fell silent.

Mo Leng opened his mouth, looked at the white-clad figure, and swallowed all the words that were about to come out.

He suddenly realized that this Brother Lan didn't need anyone to make decisions for him.

The current leader of the Immortal Dynasty is far too decisive, far too ruthless, and far too—awe-inspiring.

From beginning to end, he did not hesitate for a moment, nor did he utter a single wasted word. He killed when he should kill and withdrew when he should withdraw, as if everything was within his expectations.

Mo Leng subconsciously swallowed, secretly relieved that he had chosen to cooperate from the beginning instead of standing against this person.