Chapter 909 The Seed of the Sword's Way, Xiao Cang Commits Suicide.

"Moo!"

The sword energy struck the thick black armor, piercing through it as quickly as cutting tofu.

"How can it be!"

Xiao Cang took a deep breath, his face so dark it was almost dripping with water.

"What a special physique! What a sword prodigy! Excellent!"

"Even an ordinary half-saint cannot easily break my divine power."

Wang Xiaoke's chest heaved as he gave him a cold smile.

"You don't need to tell me. Even if I'm at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, I can easily defeat you."

"court death!"

Xiao Cang's eyes flashed fiercely: "Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue in the wind?"

Four flags suddenly descended from the sky, landing in the void around Wang Xiaoke.

Four three-dimensional relief flagpoles were visible, their lights shining brightly as they intertwined.

"Hmph, I find it amusing to think about killing you, brat."

Xiao Cang's meridians surged with spiritual energy, frantically channeling the Burning Flame Law into them.

In the blink of an eye, half of his spiritual energy was drained away.

"The Four Directions...The Cycle of Reincarnation!"

The buzzing sound was deafening, and the Yan Yan Banners fluttered in all directions, scattering countless sparks.

The domineering heat assaulted his face, even eroding his physical body and soul.

"This is!"

Xiao Hong knew the power of this divine ability. It was wielded by Xiao Cang, who possessed the fire element law. Below the Nascent Soul stage, it was estimated that no one could escape unscathed.

"Everyone be careful, quickly follow me to protect our territory."

Several clan elders nodded and took action to build a protective barrier for the clan.

Wang Xiaoke looked around; this must be the Xiao family's trump card.

With the power of a half-saint, he activated four high-level spiritual artifacts, their power approaching that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He looked directly into Xiao Cang's eyes, his Dao heart remaining steadfast and composed.

Various mythical beasts and strange phenomena manifested.

A green dragon holds a green flame in its mouth!

White Tiger Steps on White Flames!

The Vermilion Bird is engulfed in crimson flames!

Black ashes envelop the Xuanwu!

Four distinct meanings enveloped Wang Xiaoke.

It possesses the gentle warmth of revitalizing vegetation, the chilling coldness of shattering the void, the rage of burning everything, and the majestic majesty of decay and death, dividing the world into four realms with fire as the boundary.

Various scents intertwined and brewed, binding it like shackles.

Wang Xiaoke stood in the field, and his vitality was quickly stripped away.

Black hair turned gray, skin became sallow, and in the blink of an eye, the years eroded and aged her.

Even their strength has been weakened by two points.

Wang Xiaoke was secretly astonished: "The power of reincarnation, how is that possible?"

"How can the fire elemental law have such an effect? ​​Is it an illusion?"

He immediately dismissed the idea, realizing that his late-stage sixth-order spiritual power far surpassed that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, so how could he easily fall into an illusion without noticing?

Xiao Cang couldn't stop laughing.

"You forced me to use an ancient ancestral secret technique, so you can say you lost fair and square."

"Tomorrow, news of your demise will reach all the aristocratic families and sects."

"Guess if someone will stand up for you and come to punish us."

Xiao Cang clasped his hands together, and the Four Directions Flame Banner suddenly shone with a startling light.

The movement of the flag was accompanied by a faint sound of space tearing apart.

The four divine beasts attacked together, their combined power amplified by their domains, increasing their strength by more than ten times. Even Xiao Cang himself would not be able to withstand them.

Wang Xiaoke looked down at his withered hands, but faced the sea of ​​fire without the slightest fear.

The energy that contained the power to destroy everything and burn all things was like a passing cloud in his eyes. Even Xiao Cang was a little surprised by his calm demeanor, which remained unchanged even when Mount Tai collapsed.

"It's all just a delusion."

Several sword intents merged, and Wang Xiaoke closed his eyes to feel the call of the sword heart.

The world seemed to return to peace, with only the thunderous thuds of Kenshin remaining.

Under his master's guidance, he had already mastered the art of swordsmanship, forging his sword bones and solidifying his sword heart. The only way to break through to the next level was through sudden enlightenment of the laws.

The temple closed for several months.

With the help of the Qiankun Stone, he finally touched the essence of the sword at this moment.

"what happened?"

Xiao Cang had a bad feeling. The sword intent in that domain was rising rapidly, soaring upwards without any sign of stopping.

Just as the pillar of fire fell, the sword's cry resounded through his body, reaching the heavens.

Wang Xiaoke opened his eyes. At this moment, his life force was no longer flowing away. All his energy was poured into his body and devoured by the newly formed Sword Dao Seed in his dantian.

"Watch me shatter it with a single sword strike! Tai Xuan Sword Technique, Reverse Xuan Sword Calamity!"

Dantian.

A golden Dao Seed condensed and took root next to the black Dao Seed.

A glint flashed in Wang Xiaoke's eyes as the two great laws merged into the sword tribulation.

With a single strike, a tremendous roar erupted from heaven and earth, shaking the entire mountain range. The commotion traveled for hundreds of miles, waking countless people in the middle of the night with inexplicable palpitations.

The nine elders of the Xiao family were pale, their lungs aching from the lingering power.

"This is impossible!"

Xiao Cang roared.

A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who has mastered two laws—what kind of monster is this?!

If we can't kill him this time, how will the Xiao family survive?

The Four Directions Reincarnation Domain was gradually collapsing.

He gritted his teeth and patted his chest, letting two drops of his life essence sink into the flag.

"Damn it, I'll risk my life to drag you down with me!"

The power of the Four Directions Flame Banner surged, and the divine beast avatar spewed out endless flames as if injected with chicken blood, subtly suppressing the terrifying sword tribulation.

Xiao Cang's aura weakened as he looked at the still upright figure in the void.

"Old fool, you should have expected this ending."

Wang Xiaoke spoke slowly, flipping his hand to take out a silver-patterned blood pill.

Before Xiao Cang could recover from his shock, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

"How dare you!"

"Isn't it risking damage to your health to swallow the secret pill you took twelve days ago again?"

He knew that such a short-lived burst of energy from pills placed a tremendous burden on cultivators.

Only a madman would dare to swallow it twice within half a month!

Wang Xiaoke grinned, and his aura rose to a terrifying level.

"Do you think I'm scared or not?"

The sword calamity tore through the void and cleaved through the burning flames. Even with the combined power of the four divine beasts to suppress it, they still could not stop the overwhelming force.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The four beasts exploded into sparks, their domains collapsed, and the remaining power transformed into a sweeping storm.

boom!

Green peaks and ancient trees collapsed, rocks rolled down, and the Xiao family members felt a lump in their throats.

The words of mockery and curses that had been spoken before vanished completely at this moment.

Xiao Cang stood frozen in the air, his face filled with horror. Even using the ancient ancestral treasure, he still couldn't defeat him...

How did I manage to offend such a devil!

As the storm of sword tribulation subsided, Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips and unleashed a sword beam. On the Golden Crow Sword, the laws of swords erupted, like a thousand raging waves.

A sword can cover the moon.

As the sword was drawn, the moonlight suddenly dimmed.

A golden sword light appeared in the sky.

Xiao Cang burned his life essence and whipped several black-feathered divine sparrows into flight.

"The Ghost Eye of the Underworld".

"open!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a torrent of spiritual energy surged across the void and crashed into Xiao Cang's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sword energy shredded the Xuan Que, completely engulfing Xiao Cang's figure.

A muffled sound seemed to echo faintly, followed by the splattering of blood.

The void returned to tranquility, leaving only Wang Xiaoke standing proudly in the heavens.

"how come!"

All the men and women of the Xiao family were struck dumb. The nine elders could not hide their shock, their backs were covered in cold sweat, and their eyes were filled with astonishment.

Xiao Cang fell headfirst to the ground, a sword wound severing his body in half, his black robe torn, and his life force completely devoured by the two great laws.

A ray of golden light pierced through his body, and Xiao Cang's primordial spirit floated in the air, gazing into the distance with a look of fear.

He actually lost.

What he found most unacceptable was that he had cultivated diligently for over eight hundred years, yet he lost to a mere brat. How could he possibly win?

Xiao Huai-ren, Xiao Hong, and others watching from below were unable to calm down for a long time.

He was defeated by a half-step God Transformation cultivator in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, yet he single-handedly suppressed the royal family that had lasted for ten thousand years.

Poet...

"This is insane! Is the world turned upside down, the seas flowing backward, and the sun rising in the west?" A Nascent Soul elder's voice trembled.

The Burial Immortal Mountain Range is utterly desolate!

Wang Xiaoke came with his sword drawn, like a demon emerging from chaos.

"I surrender!" Xiao Cang's physical body was gone, and he had no fighting power left.

His eyes were complicated.

"I am willing to die, but please... Chairman Wang, spare my clansmen. In consideration of our ancestor's battles for the world, preserve the Xiao family's lineage!"

"I hope you will show mercy and spare the others. I would be extremely grateful."

Wang Xiaoke remained calm, his eyes sweeping over the chaotic space and void rifts nearby, before lowering his gaze to the Xiao family members on the clan's land.

"Don't you find that ridiculous? If I were the one who lost, what would you do? You understand the principle of eliminating the root of the problem better than anyone else."

"The Xiao family has betrayed China. Do you think invoking our ancient ancestors will make things even?"

At this moment, Xiao Cang felt bitter; no matter what, he had chosen the wrong side.

Knowing that the Liuxue Sect had sent six Nascent Soul Elders and promised to give him a large amount of resources, if he had to choose again, he would definitely still side with the Liuxue Sect.

"I thought that you were just a young upstart, no matter how strong you were, you couldn't stand up to them. But I never expected that a dragon could emerge from a barren swamp."

"I have no regrets about my decision. Do with me as you please, but my people are truly innocent. Chairman Wang, please be lenient with them."

He slowly closed his eyes, made a hand gesture, and his illusory body gradually dissolved.

"Suicide?"

Wang Xiaoke was slightly alarmed as he watched Xiao Cang destroy his own primordial spirit.

"Ancestor!"

Hundreds of clansmen cried out in grief, and Xiao Hong and the others trembled.

"Old man..."