Chapter 14233 Summoning the Ancestor
This is one of the secret defensive techniques of Shengxing Mountain, created by generations of ancestors who devoted their lives to it. It contains endless mysteries and power and has withstood the attacks of countless powerful enemies.
However, that bright sword light seemed to come from another dimension, piercing fiercely into the sea of clouds!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light, only a soft sound like a hot knife cutting through butter—"Sizzle!"
The voice, though soft, struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
That vast wall of clouds, strong enough to withstand the impact of stars, was as fragile as paper in the face of that condensed, bright sword light.
The sword light pierced through without any obstruction, as if the sea of clouds did not exist at all, or as if it had only passed through a thin layer of mist.
The sea of clouds was easily torn apart by the sword light, and countless clouds scattered and flew in all directions, like cotton wool being swept up by a gale.
The sword light continued its relentless advance, moving forward as swiftly as lightning.
"Pfft!"
A flash of blood appeared, like a strange flower in full bloom.
The figure of Venerable Red Cliff was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, and instantly flew thousands of feet away.
His body traced a long arc in the air, crashing violently into and collapsing a floating celestial mountain.
The sacred mountain collapsed under his impact, with countless boulders tumbling down and raising clouds of dust.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Venerable Red Cliff staggered to his feet.
His right arm was severed at the shoulder, the cut smooth as a mirror, as if it had been neatly cut off by the sharpest blade.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining half of his body red.
His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and his body swayed precariously, as if a gentle breeze could knock him over.
His eyes were filled with unprecedented horror and disbelief as he stared intently at the pristine white figure that had reappeared in the distance.
Her figure was slender and graceful, yet she exuded a powerful aura that commanded respect.
"Great Sun Realm... You're actually a Great Sun Realm cultivator?!"
His voice became sharp and distorted with extreme horror, as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.
The entire Shengxing Mountain seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze, deathly silent, so quiet that you could clearly hear a pin drop.
All the surviving elders and disciples stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, their eyes filled with terror and despair.
In their hearts, Venerable Hongya was like a god, the pillar of Shengxing Mountain, and an omnipotent and indestructible powerhouse.
They had fantasized countless times that, under the leadership of His Holiness, the Holy Mountain Society would grow stronger and more powerful, becoming a force to be reckoned with.
However, the horrific scene before them was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering all their illusions—their sect leader had actually had his arm severed by this seemingly frail woman with a single sword strike?!
The sword light was so fast and sharp that they didn't even have time to react and could only watch helplessly as it happened.
Ling Bi remained expressionless, her delicate face devoid of any emotion, as if everything she had just done was nothing more than a trivial matter.
The seemingly ordinary black longsword in her hand pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade radiating a cold, eerie light. A drop of crimson blood was slowly dripping from the tip of the sword, making a crisp sound in the silent air, as if it were a countdown to death.
Her clear, cold gaze, like stars in a cold night, swept over the still-shaken Venerable Red Cliff. Her voice was calm and even, yet colder than ten thousand years of ice: "Two hundred million mid-grade spirit crystals. Not a single one less, and your entire family will be wiped out."
His tone was so calm, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
"Two...two hundred million?!"
Ling Xiao, standing to the side, heard the number and his lips twitched violently, almost choking on his own saliva.
He stared wide-eyed at Ling Bi in disbelief, inwardly lamenting: My little ancestor, your price increase is faster than a flying sword!
In just a short while, the price has jumped from 100 million to 200 million. Isn't this pushing people to their deaths?
Venerable Red Cliff covered his severed arm, blood gushing from the wound, staining half of his body red.
His face changed from white to green, then from green to black, shifting like a palette of colors, and he was trembling with rage.
He gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely, "Two hundred million?! You...you're trying to drain the lifeblood of my Holy Mountain! This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a violent cough, clearly furious to the extreme, his breathing becoming disordered.
"Buzz!"
Just then, the sound of swords rang out again!
Without any warning, it seemed to be Ling Bi's response to Venerable Hongya's roar.
The sword's cry was crisp and loud, like the call of death, making everyone present tense.
Ling Bi's figure disappeared again!
She was like a wisp of smoke, instantly merging into the world, leaving no trace of her.
The roar of Venerable Red Cliff abruptly ceased, and the shadow of death enveloped him instantly like a tidal wave.
He stared wide-eyed, desperately looking around, trying to find Ling Bi, but to no avail.
He couldn't even see the sword light coming from, but he felt a chill on his left shoulder, as if a cold sensation had instantly pierced through his body.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable pain surged through him, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, causing him to let out a scream.
"Pfft!"
Bloodshed resurgence!
The left arm of Venerable Red Cliff also flew up to shoulder height, drawing a tragic arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Blood gushed out again, like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground crimson.
His body swayed a few times and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately the elder beside him caught him in time and prevented him from falling.
At this moment, he had completely lost his former dignity and domineering presence, leaving only a face full of terror and despair.
Ling Bi's figure appeared silently ten feet away from his original position like a ghost. Her pure white dress fluttered gently in the breeze, as if she had never moved, as serene as a secluded orchid in the mountains.
She didn't even glance at the bloodied severed arm lying on the ground. Her cold gaze, like a chilling light in the night, locked onto the swaying Red Cliff Venerable once more. Her voice was completely calm, as if the severed arm was nothing more than a trivial matter: "Four hundred million mid-grade spirit crystals. Or, exterminate the entire clan."
That calm tone struck Venerable Red Cliff's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Four...four hundred million?!"
Venerable Red Cliff's face contorted in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, mingling with the blood flowing from his wounds and staining his clothes a mess.
His voice was hoarse like a broken gong, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, his eyes filled with extreme humiliation and madness, "This is too much! This is too much!! Ancestors of Holy Mountain above! This unworthy descendant Hongya respectfully begs the Ancestor to descend, slay this fiend, and protect my lineage from extinction! Summon the Ancestor—!!!" (End of this chapter)
