THE SKY SUDDENLY TURNED DARK!!…
In the distance, the sky around Lei Tian Hong appeared as he spoke,
"Yun Xihua, you are merely at the Soul Formation Realm, yet you dare challenge our clan."
"I want to see just how much courage you have facing me, who stands at the Ancient Ancestor Realm—two levels above you!…."
The clouds spun wildly, black lightning tearing through the firmament.
The entire territory of the Lei Clan seemed to be dragged into a vortex of destruction.
In the distance—
Lei Tianhong slowly appeared in midair.
His hair was whitened by primordial lightning, his eyes like two suns of thunder. Every breath he took caused space itself to tremble.
"Yun Xihua…"
his voice echoed from all directions, pressing down on the souls of cultivators until they dropped to their knees.
"You are only in the Soul Formation Realm," he continued coldly,
"yet you already dare to challenge the Lei Clan?"
Lightning struck directly behind him.
"I want to know…"
"just how great your courage is to face someone in the Ancient Ancestor Realm—"
"TWO LEVELS ABOVE YOU!!"
⚡ BOOOOOM—!!! ⚡
Lei Tianhong's cultivation pressure erupted without restraint!
Mountains collapsed. The earth split apart.
The disciples of the Lei Clan spat blood simply from standing too close.
"This… this is the aura of an Ancient Ancestor!"
"We aren't even worthy to breathe in his presence!"
Yet—
Amid pressure capable of shattering souls—
Yun Xihua stood straight.
Without retreating.
Without kneeling.
The sword in his hand trembled softly.
Yun Xihua raised his head, staring directly at Lei Tianhong.
His expression was calm.
"Cultivation level…" he said quietly,
"is just a number for those who still believe in the heavens."
He took one step forward.
KRAAAKK—!!
The Ancient Ancestor's pressure… cracked.
The elders' eyes widened.
"Impossible!"
"He broke the ancestral pressure with sword intent?!"
Lei Tianhong narrowed his eyes.
"Oh?"
"Interesting…"
He raised one hand.
⚡ The Ancestral Law of Lightning began to descend! ⚡
"Then," he said coldly,
"let the heavens themselves judge you!"
Yun Xihua closed his eyes.
Memories of Xuliang City.
Blood.
Fire.
Betrayal.
When his eyes opened again—
no emotion remained.
"The heavens?"
He slowly raised his sword.
"Even the heavens… I will cut down."
Emotionless Sword — Fourth Form: Ancestor Severer ⚔️
The air vanished.
Lightning stopped moving.
For a fraction of a second—
the entire world fell silent.
Lei Tianhong laughed loudly.
"HAHAHA—!"
"Good! It's been hundreds of years since anyone forced me to be serious!"
He gripped the Heavenly Thunder Punishment Spear.
"Come, Yun Xihua!"
"Prove that Soul Formation can—"
"CHALLENGE AN ANCIENT ANCESTOR!!"
💥 THE COLLISION OF FATE BEGAN.
The sky started to crack.
WITHOUT HESITATION, YUN XIHUA DID NOT WANT TO DRAG THIS OUT AND BEGAN TO USE HIS FORBIDDEN TECHNIQUE!!…
The sky that had already cracked…
now stopped rotating.
Lightning froze in midair.
Time seemed to lose all meaning.
Yun Xihua stood in the center of the void, his sword raised straight ahead.
The aura around him vanished completely—
not suppressed,
but erased.
Lei Tianhong suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"What technique is this…?"
he muttered, for the first time sensing the threat of death.
Forbidden Technique — Emotionless Void Slash 🗡️
The air collapsed.
Space peeled away.
All lightning laws lost their meaning.
But it was not over.
On Yun Xihua's chest, an ancient symbol lit up.
Primordial Dragon Inheritance 🐉
Faint scales of primordial light appeared on his skin.
The roar of a dragon shook another dimension.
Lei Tianhong's eyes widened.
"Impossible…"
"That inheritance… Godslayer?!"
Forbidden Fusion: Emotionless Void Slash × Godslayer.
The sky was torn apart.
Not cracked—
completely torn.
A single line of dark light passed through.
No sound.
No explosion.
Only… an end.
Lei Tianhong froze in midair.
The Heavenly Thunder Punishment Spear…
crumbled into dust.
The aura of an Ancient Ancestor collapsed like an illusion.
His eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief.
"So… this is the sword…"
"…that kills gods…"
His body split in two, even his soul cut apart.
The Ancient Ancestor—
fell.
However—
At the moment that slash ended…
A DROP OF PRIMORDIAL DRAGON BLOOD 🐉
flowed out from Yun Xihua's heart.
That blood was forcibly drawn out by the forbidden technique, absorbed into the void.
Yun Xihua's face instantly turned pale.
"Gh…!"
His legs wavered.
The sword fell from his hand.
The sky began to move again.
Lightning fell chaotically.
Mountains collapsed too late.
Yun Xihua's body fell from the air.
UNCONSCIOUS.
Without protection.
Without awareness.
The elders of the Lei Clan stared blankly.
"Ancestor Lei Tian Hong… dead…?"
"With a single slash…?"
Fear turned into reverence.
But that reverence quickly turned into panic.
"Yun Xihua has fainted!"
In the far void—
An eye opened.
"Primordial Dragon blood…"
"The Godslayer technique has been used."
A faint smile appeared.
"Now… he is at his weakest."
Yun Xihua fell unconscious…
while the true enemy had just awakened.