Chapter 307: The Dying Ancestor Steps Forward
Peng Kai blurred across the ruined marble floor like a streak of dark red lightning
The air cracked in his wake, his heavy, blood-drenched Sword whistling through the atmosphere in a lethal, horizontal arc aimed squarely at Meng De’s exposed neck.
Meng De froze, the sheer, suffocating pressure of a Nascent Soul powerhouse locking his limbs in place.
The Union Leader watched in paralyzed horror as death rushed toward him in the span of a single heartbeat.
CLANG—!!!!!
A deafening, metallic shockwave exploded through the courtyard, blowing away stone debris and scattering the smoke in a violent radius.
The lethal edge of Peng Kai’s Sword was stopped dead inches from Meng De’s skin, held back by the trembling, silver tip of an ancient dragon-headed spear.
An immense, majestic pressure, distinct and untamed, swept over the battlefield, crashing against Peng Kai’s demonic aura.
Another Nascent Soul realm cultivator had stepped onto the stage.
From the shattered ceiling above, an old man drifted down slowly, his feet coming to rest on the stone floor between Meng De and the monster.
He was draped in faded, gilded battle armor that hung loosely on his frail, emaciated frame.
His skin was pale, withered, and covered in deep age spots, he looked like a walking corpse, a man standing squarely at death’s door, relying on his sheer cultivation base to keep his heart beating.
Yet, despite his decrepit appearance, his grip on the heavy silver spear was absolute, and his sunken eyes burned with an icy, terrifying sharpness.
"Why don’t you fight someone at your level, mindless beast?" the old man rasped, his voice sounding like dry leaves scraping over stone.
Meng De gasped, collapsing to his knees as the pressure around him momentarily eased.
"A-Ancestor Union Master... Ancestor Ming!" he choked out, his eyes wide with desperate relief.
Peng Kai didn’t retreat.
Instead, he leaned into his Sword, the dark red and pitch-black demonic Qi surging along his arms as he tested the strength of the old man’s spear.
The Earth-Tremor Vajra Bear blood in his veins, roared with delight at the sudden challenge.
His crimson eyes locked onto the ancient cultivator’s withered face, taking in the decaying vitality oozing from the elder’s pores.
A wide, jagged grin slowly spread across Peng Kai’s blood-stained face, revealing sharp, red-tinted teeth.
A dark, hysterical laugh rumbled from deep within his chest, echoing off the cracked pillars.
"Hahaha... A dying old dog clinging to his last breath?" Peng Kai sneered, his grip tightening on his hilt until the steel creaked.
"Sure. Why not?"
BOOM!
The collision of pure Nascent Soul Qi erupted like a localized catastrophe!
Without another word, Ancestor Ming shoved his spear forward, channeling a brilliant wave of blinding silver Qi that forced Peng Kai back three strides.
But Peng Kai barely felt the impact.
The Vajra Bear’s blood roaring through his veins completely erased any sensation of pain, replacing it with an intoxicating, primal frenzy.
"DIE, OLD FOSSIL!" Peng Kai howled, launching himself high into the sky.
He swung his heavy sword down with both hands, unleashing a violent wave of dark-red blade-light that ripped through the stone floor, tearing a trench ten feet deep straight toward the elder!
Ancestor Ming’s sunken eyes narrowed into icy slits.
"Arrogant blood-junkie!"
The old man slammed his boot onto the bedrock, his frail frame suddenly swelling with a roaring silver aura.
He spun his spear with blinding speed, weaving a roaring vortex of silver wind that met the demonic blade light head on!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The air above the shattered union headquarters transformed into an arena of total devastation.
Violent shockwaves tore through the remaining architecture, blasting out intact walls and sending massive stone pillars crashing down into dust.
Every time Peng Kai’s heavy, brutal strikes crashed into the old man’s refined spear techniques, thunderous booms echoed for miles across Crimson Iron City.
Ancestor Ming possessed decades more combat experience, his spear play was lethal, and precise, thrusting through Peng Kai’s wild defenses to pierce his shoulders and thighs.
But Peng Kai fought like a rabid berserker.
The demonic bear’s blood surging within him allowed him to ignore fatal wounds, his pitch-black Qi knitting his torn flesh together mid-combat as he pressed forward with suicidal savagery!
To make matters worse, Peng Kai wasn’t just aiming for the elder.
With deliberate, sadistic malice, he continually angled his lethal slashes toward the surviving elders below and the remaining left wing of the building!
Every reckless counter forced Ancestor Ming to step into the line of fire, stretching his limited vitality thin just to intercept the rogue shockwaves before they slaughtered his people.
He was trapped completely on the defensive.
"Fight like a man, you bastard!" Ancestor Ming roared, his voice trembling with sheer frustration as he barely deflected another devastating strike meant for the courtyard.
Peng Kai’s lips pulled back into a jagged, blood-stained sneer, his crimson eyes gleaming with dark delight.
"Heh. I’m just a mindless beast..." Peng Kai said evilly, raising his heavy sword once more.
"...what did you expect?"
Down in the smoldering ruins, the battlefield was pure chaos.
"Cough! Haah..."
Meng De sat slumped against a cracked pillar, still in a state of profound, paralyzed shock.
He looked at the headless corpse of his Treasurer, then up at the world-ending clash of Nascent Soul power, his mind struggling to comprehend how their glorious headquarters had been reduced to a blood-stained slaughterhouse in minutes.
Around him, a handful of battered, bloodied last-stage Foundation Establishment and Golden Core elders’ groans echoed weakly as they dragged their broken bodies out of the smoldering rubble.
"P-Protect the Leader!" an elder choked out, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood as he desperately unsheathed his sword, scrambling on his hands and knees toward the shell-shocked Meng De.
Meanwhile, amidst the falling debris and suffocating sulfur smoke, another duel raged with wild, terrifying intensity.
"I didn’t betray the Union! You crazy bitch, listen to me!" Zhao Tianxing roared, his blade ringing out violently as he parried a lethal thrust aimed straight for his heart.
Of course, she knew he was innocent, the whole tragedy was orchestrated by Shen Yu’s hand, but she had a script to follow, and she played it to absolute perfection.
"DIE, TRAITOR!" Bai Ruolan screamed, her voice cracking with a chilling mix of grief and unbridled rage.