63: Chapter 63: Annihilation of a Clan 63: Chapter 63: Annihilation of a Clan The Leng Family Head’s feelings were incredibly complex right now, truly very complex—he wanted nothing more than to tear Ye Xuan apart into pieces, to avenge Leng Qingxue.
However, the reality before him dictated that Ye Xuan’s cultivation far surpassed the Grandmaster Realm.
Although the Leng Family had the advantage in numbers, facing someone who might be an Innate Martial Artist, they were merely lambs waiting for slaughter.
When a Martial Artist entered the Innate Realm, it was a qualitative leap—one Innate Martial Artist could kill ten Grandmasters, which showed just how terrifying an Innate Martial Artist could be.
Filled with rage and resentment, the Leng Family Head dared not act out; his face alternated between expressions, but after several moments, a forced smile appeared and he bowed to Ye Xuan, saying, “So it turns out to be Mr.
I am not aware of any offenses my Leng Family might have committed to displease Mr.
Here I offer you an apology.”
Under someone’s roof, one has no choice but to bow down—such was the decision of the Leng Family Head.
“From your spiteful gaze, I can see that you really want to kill me.
Despite your best efforts to hide it, your eyes have betrayed you,” Ye Xuan said indifferently.
Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, the Leng Family Head’s heart skipped a beat, but he continued to force a smile and said, “Mr.
My daughter died by your hand, a consequence of her own actions.
The Leng Family would dare not harbor any anger or resentment.”
As the saying goes, it’s hard to strike a smiling face; with the Leng Family Head being so humble, if Ye Xuan continued to massacre the Leng Family, it would seem rather like bullying.
Had it been someone else, they might have indeed left.
He was the Undying Venerable, a being beyond mortals, who believed in the supremacy of the strong, insisting on taking decisive actions.
Since he had decided to exterminate the Leng Family, no one could defy his decision.
In other words: I’m strong and I’m bullying your Leng Family.
What can you do about it?
Ye Xuan uttered these two simple words, and the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, humming, burst forth from his hands, transforming into a wash of blood light, slashing toward the Leng Family members.
Seeing this, the Leng Family Head could clearly discern Ye Xuan’s intention; it distorted his face into a ferocious expression, and he was filled with a determination to fight to the death.
“You little bastard, just because you’re an Innate Martial Artist, do you think my Leng Family is afraid of you?”
Since there was no room left for compromise, the Leng Family Head wasted no words.
The sounds of swords unsheathing were incessant; amidst the Leng Family Head’s roars, hundreds of Leng Family warriors fearlessly charged at Ye Xuan, clearly having no way back—it was either Ye Xuan’s death or the downfall of the Leng Family.
With blood illuminating the sky and Sword Qi exploding, Ye Xuan remained unmoved, a smile still on his face; however, each flick of his sword fingers disturbed the void.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Sword trembled violently with each slash, leaving dozens of Leng Family warriors dead.
Blood splattered, cries of agony continued, and as hundreds of Leng Family warriors kept falling, their eyes reddened with blood, their looks towards Ye Xuan filled with extreme hatred.
Watching the continual gruesome deaths of the Leng Family members, an Elder of the Leng Family almost ground his teeth to bits, his eyes turned wildly crazed as he looked at Ye Xuan.
“Ye Xuan, even if today I perish here, I won’t make it easy for you.”
The crazed Leng Family Elder roared, his hunched body swelling as if he were a balloon about to burst, madly rushing toward Ye Xuan to attack.
“Second Uncle, no!” the Leng Family Head exclaimed in horror.
The Elder’s body exploded into pieces, raining blood.
Under the self-destruction of the Leng Family Elder, an extremely terrifying energy erupted, Ye Xuan bore the brunt of it, completely submerged by this energy.
A young member of the Leng Family wailed loudly, even kneeling on the ground as tears poured from his eyes.
Limbs and arms scattered, the ground flowed like a river of blood.
The entire Demonstration Martial Arts Arena fell completely silent until, after dozens of moments, a trembling voice came from one of the Leng Family’s Martial Artists.
“When a Grandmaster self-destructs, their power increases tenfold.
Even if he is an Innate Martial Artist, there is no chance he could have survived,” the Family Head of the Leng Family coldly chided, his eyes betraying intense pain.
With a beloved daughter dead and an Elder self-destructed, the Leng Family had lost two Grandmaster figures in a row, a devastating blow that deeply pained their Family Head.
“Wait…wait… he’s not dead yet!”
Suddenly, a terrifying scream was heard, causing the faces of the Leng Family to drastically change, all looking towards the center of the arena.
As the dust settled and the blood mist hazed, when Ye Xuan once again appeared in the sight of the Leng Family, those of weak mind among the Lengs fell to their knees, their eyes filled with extreme terror as they looked at Ye Xuan.
With a demeanor calm and unbothered by dust, there stood Ye Xuan; not only was he unharmed, but his clothes didn’t even bear a single wrinkle, as if the self-explosion of the Leng Family Elder had not harmed him in the least.
“This really is dull to the extreme,” Ye Xuan stretched his arms and inhaled the bloody scent in the air; as his eyes opened and closed, a hint of intoxication flashed through.
Ye Xuan finally grew weary, his voice turning cold and brutal.
With one step, he ascended towards the sky, a booming sound transmitting through the void; under the astonished eyes of the Leng Family, Ye Xuan sat high in the sky, a dim blood light blooming around him.
“He… he isn’t an Ancient Martial Artist… he… he is…?” As the Leng Family Head watched this scene, his face turned pale, his teeth chattering, his mind involuntarily conjuring an ancient legend.
Is there truly a Cultivator in the world?
From whom did the Ancient Martial Arts pass down to this era?
All beings possess spirituality, humans first and foremost, gathering Spiritual Energy from Heaven and Earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, with the power to upheave mountains and overturn seas with but a gesture—these beings were called Cultivators.
The path of Ancient Martial Arts, Ming Jin, Dark Force, Hua Realm, Grandmaster, was merely a mortal endeavor; only stepping into the Innate Realm might one glimpse the legendary Cultivators.
And the so-called Innate Martial Artist, as per ancient records, was merely a beginner in Cultivation, this realm also termed the Qi Refinement Realm!
Innate Nine Layer, Qi Refining Nine Layer, only by breaking through the Innate Realm could one truly be called a Cultivator; but in this world today, where the Spiritual Energy was scarce, Innate Martial Artists were extremely rare, not to mention surpassing them.
However, as the Leng Family Head gazed at Ye Xuan in the high sky, his soul seemed to emerge from his body, a bold guess forming in his mind—perhaps this man determined to destroy their Leng Family was the legendary Cultivator.
“Flee, flee quickly, you all flee!
As long as one of our Leng Family survives, quickly inform the entire Ancient Martial World, the legendary Cultivator has appeared.” The Leng Family Head, his face pale, turned and roared towards the members of the Leng Family, feeling utterly helpless against Ye Xuan, his entire being flying away down the mountain to escape.