The wind is sluggish and the autumn rain is cold.
Outside the Martial God Hall, there were already corpses and broken walls everywhere.
Tang Hao’s body had long since turned into nothingness after he blew himself up, and all he had left for this world was the ruins before him.
The Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor had already come out, and as they stood in front of the Martial God Hall, looking at the once sacred place of martial arts, which was now covered in devastation, they felt an endless sense of sadness and self-reproach in their hearts.
It was their incompetence that had failed to protect this heaven and earth after all.
As the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor walked out, the originally chaotic land of Yan Mountain suddenly became much quieter.
Those Yanxia martial artists who were still resisting could not help but burst into tears when they saw the Sword Saint and the two of them.
They all knelt down under the Sword Sage: “Your Majesty, the Sword Sage, Your Majesty, the Fist Emperor, Master Haotian, he’s gone…”
“Just because, to protect us…”
Countless people were in tears, many Yanxia martial artists were in tears, telling the Sword Saint and the others about the final end of Patriarch Haotian.
For this news, Sword Saint and the others had already known about it.
Therefore, they were calm.
On the contrary, they even smiled and looked at these surviving Yanxia martial artists in front of them, “There is no need to blame yourself.”
“Patriarch Haotian was the pillar of Yanxia’s definitive nation, and it was his duty to shelter my Yanxia martial artists, moreover, it was his lifelong love of the cause.”
“To die in the hands of the cause you love is not a great blessing in life.”
“It’s better than dying for the rest of your life and doing nothing.”
The Sword Saint spoke calmly, as if he were an old man who had lived through the ages, recounting the past of time.
The strong men of the Chu Sect below Yan Mountain had also rushed under the great hall at this time.
The leader was a Chu Sect elder called An Deman, whose status in the Council of Elders was second only to that of Grand Elder Tang Xian.
It was this man who had carried out the task of sweeping the Martial God Hall this time.
After rushing outside the main hall, Anderman suddenly reached out his hand and stopped his men from continuing on.
Instead, he stood in front of the hall and confronted the Sword Saint and the others from afar.
“Hahahaha…”
“Tang Hao is dead, the Pillar Kingdom has fallen.”
“Sword Saint, Fist Emperor, your Yanxia’s great power has gone, and the destruction of the Martial God Hall is imminent today.”
“A word of advice, don’t resist any longer.”
“It is not too late to surrender.”
Andromeda stood proudly in front of the hall, looking down on the defeated Sword Saint and Fist King like a victor.
As far as Andromeda was concerned, the current Yanxia was already in a great state.
He did have the strength to say this now.
“But, Sword Saint, seriously.”
“Thanks to you, Yanxia, you still claim to be a martial civilisation of 5,000 years up and down. Before I came, I thought that the Martial God Hall would be such a hard bone to gnaw.”
“In the end, it was so unbeatable.”
“Our Chu Sect only used half of its power to completely crush your Martial God Hall.”
“And the Pillar of Definition?”
“It’s just a joke.”
“My family’s Sect Master Tang hadn’t even shown up, and your Martial God Hall had already been overrun by us.”
Androman laughed wantonly, mocking the Sword Saint and the others in the extreme.
What Androman said were indeed words from the bottom of his heart.
This time, the battle at Yanshan Mountain had been too disappointing for him.
Not only did Tang Yun not come, but the Chu Sect had even sent some of its forces to attack the Japanese Martial Way.
But even so, the Sword Saint and the others were still easily defeated by their Chu Sect army.
All this could only mean that the difference in strength was, indeed, too great.
“Don’t be arrogant, you guys.”
“What you have defeated today is only our Martial God Hall. It is not my Yan Xia Martial Dao.”
“My Yanxia Martial Dao has been pa*sed down for thousands of years, even if there are no great masters present in this era.”
“But ten years, twenty years…”
“I believe that one day, after the destruction of my Martial God Hall, a great man of the Essence Age will be born in my Yanxia Divine State.”
“He will avenge us, will step down your Chu Sect, and will once again lead my Yanxia Martial Dao towards revival!”
The Sword Saint’s gaze burned and his tone was incomparably firm.
It was he, the Sword Saint, who was incompetent and could not protect this country.
But he always believed that the descendants of their Yanxia would definitely hold up this nation once again!
“Hahahahaha…”
“Don’t even think about it!”
“After we have swept away your Martial God Temple, our Chu Sect will kill all the martial dao talents of your Yanxia.”
“Let your Yanxia martial dao be completely cut off!”
“Still thinking of reviving the martial dao of Yanxia in a few decades?”
“You are simply delusional!”
A few words from Andromeda destroyed the last line of defence in the hearts of the Sword Sage, Fist King and the others.
“You guys, heartless!” The Sword Saint cursed.
And then, with his sword in hand, he rushed in to kill them.
The Fist Emperor was also not willing to show his weakness, and with his frenzied sword in hand, he also followed suit and charged into the Chu Sect’s army.
The Yanxia martial artists behind them also launched their final attack at that moment.
“Trapped beast, the time for death has come!”
Anderman’s eyes were cold before he gave a command, “Formation!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
With Ande Mann’s order, several figures in the crowd of cars immediately rushed out to kill.
These people, two by two, joined their palms together, their auras almost fused into one.
In the blink of an eye, a terrifying aura swept out from their bodies.
Like a rolling torrent, it swept across the top of Yan Mountain.
If Gaia and the others were here, they would have recognised at a glance that this formation in front of them was precisely the Yun Yang Immortal Phase Formation that was used by the Chu Clan’s inner guards when Ye Fan had attacked the Chu Clan back then!
The moment this formation came out, its terrifying might swept across everything.
The Sword Saint and the Fist King were both wounded, so even if they fought alone, they might not be a match for Andromeda.
What’s more, Ande Mann had also united with the rest of the Chu Sect’s strongest fighters and used the Yun Yang Immortal Phase Formation.
With just one clash, both the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor were badly injured, spitting out blood and flying backwards.
“Sword Saint, Fist Emperor, this Elder will ask you one last time!”
“You and the others, do you wish to submit to my Chu Sect?”
A rolling torrent of voices echoed.
At the top of the nine heavens, Ande Man was imposing, bathed in green light, as if he were a heavenly god in the world.
He held a divine mane in his hand and looked down upon heaven and earth.
He issued an ultimatum to the two Sword Saints.
The Sword Sage’s mouth was full of blood, but they laughed loftily, “Hahahaha…”
“Rats of the Chu Sect, will my magnificent Yan Xia surrender to you?”
The Fist Emperor and the others would rather die than surrender.
“If that’s the case, then give me death!”
Andromeda had no more patience.
Endless might blossomed in his hands in a dazzling light.
He held a divine mane in his hand, as if it were a sword, and slashed down angrily at both the Sword Saint and the Fist Emperor!
“Father!”
“Sword Saint!”
“Fist Emperor…”
“No!”
Beneath the Martial God’s Hall, all the martial practitioners of Yanxia cried out, their mournful voices shaking the heavens.
However, if the cries were useful, what use would they have for the swords?
However, it was at this moment of life and death.
Suddenly, in the depths of the River of Heaven, an angry voice echoed.
“Chu Clan’s evil beast, how dare you?”
The sound of rage rolled out like thunder.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic palm print covered the sky.
It was like a heavenly descent.
From the depths of the Heavenly River, it came crashing down in fury.
Just one palm! It shattered thousands of Chu Sect’s attacks!
With the second palm, the Chu Clan’s powerful men were shaken back!
With the third palm, the Yunyang Immortal Phase Formation was directly dispersed!
Ande Man and the other elders of the Chu Clan suddenly suffered such a blow, their feet hitting the ground and bursting back, eventually crashing through the rocks and spitting out several mouthfuls of fresh blood.
“Who?”
“Who is it?”
“Which ungrateful thing dares to stir up the affairs of my Chu Sect?”
Andromeda spat out the blood in his mouth, his eyes were red and he cursed angrily at the distance.
The Sword Saint, the Fist Emperor and the others also raised their eyes, and the crowd of martial artists from Yanxia all looked into the distance.
At this moment, all of them had the same question in their hearts.
Who is that person?
Hoo~
The wind was bitterly cold and swept up the sand in the sky.
In the middle of everyone’s sight, a figure in white quietly appeared on the top of Yan Mountain.
It was like an immortal descending into the world!