novelSusiti Chapter 302 The Demise of Zixia
Chapter 302 The Demise of Zixia
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Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing also rejoined the battle, forming a siege against the Poison Shadow Elder.
Although the Purple Cloud Ancestor was incredibly brave, she gradually became overwhelmed by the siege of the crowd.
Although his swordsmanship was exquisite, his physical strength was severely depleted.
Each swing of his sword seemed to use all his strength.
The patriarch of the Ye family remained aloof, observing from the sidelines as if waiting for something.
His eyes flashed with cunning and ruthlessness, sending chills down one's spine.
The battle intensified, and the Purple Cloud Ancestor was in dire straits.
"The sky is ablaze with purple clouds!"
Zixia Patriarch suddenly shouted, attempting to launch a final attack.
He thrust out both palms simultaneously, and a powerful purple aura swept out in all directions.
However, this attack failed to repel the enemy as intended.
Yun Feiyang, Leng Wanqing, and the Ye family patriarch worked together seamlessly to easily deflect the attack from the Purple Cloud Ancestor.
"You old hag, tonight is your death night!"
The old man with the poisonous shadow chuckled sinisterly.
As he spoke, he moved swiftly, attacking the Purple Cloud Ancestor like a ghost.
As an assassin, the old man of Poison Shadow is ruthless and merciless in his swordsmanship, and every time he makes a move, he tries to take the life of the old woman of the Purple Clouds.
The Purple Cloud Ancestor was already exhausted, and his figure appeared even more lonely and helpless under the moonlight.
He tried to dodge the enemy's attacks, but each attempt seemed so difficult.
His heart was filled with helplessness and sorrow. He had dominated the Tianwu Kingdom all his life, but in the end, he had come to such a tragic end.
His body was now covered in wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood.
He could only grit his teeth and persevere in the final battle.
Finally, in a fierce battle, the Purple Cloud Ancestor was stabbed in the chest by the Poison Shadow Elder's sword.
He staggered back several steps, his face as pale as paper.
"Hahahaha! Old man Zixia, you've finally fallen to our hands!"
Zixia Patriarch tightly covered the wound, and fresh blood seeped out between her fingers, staining her hands red.
He looked up at the four men who were attacking him, his eyes revealing a hint of melancholy and sadness.
"I, Zixia, have lived a life of integrity and uprightness; though I die tonight, I have no regrets!"
"It's just a pity that I couldn't witness the brilliance of this great world," said the Purple Cloud Ancestor proudly, her voice revealing endless sorrow and helplessness.
After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling his life's journey in the martial arts world.
The moonlight shone on the Purple Cloud Ancestor, illuminating his tragic and desolate figure.
His eyes gradually lost their luster, but a faint smile remained on his lips.
Suddenly, the Purple Cloud Ancestor opened her eyes, unleashing her last bit of life force, and charged towards the enemy.
His swordsmanship became even more ferocious, as if he wanted to kill all his enemies.
However, his injuries were too severe to turn the tide of the battle.
Surrounded by the crowd, his movements gradually slowed down, and he was eventually pierced through the heart by a sword.
The figure of the Purple Cloud Ancestor fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
His eyes remained open, as if gazing upon the world he so deeply loved.
A tear slid down his cheek and into the soil.
The four attackers remained silent, seemingly moved by the tragic grandeur of the Purple Cloud Ancestor.
They may have had past grievances with Zixia Laozu.
But at this moment, all of that has turned into endless sorrow and respect.
The night breeze gently swept across the battlefield, carrying away the tragic grandeur and sorrow of the Purple Cloud Ancestor.
The moonlight, like water, shone on the still body of the Purple Cloud Ancestor, as if covering him with a thin layer of silver gauze.
The surroundings were completely silent, with only the sound of the wind and the breathing of the people echoing in the air.
Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing silently put away their weapons, a complex emotion flashing across their faces.
The old man with the poisonous shadow stared coldly at the corpse of the Purple Cloud Ancestor, his eyes indifferent yet containing a hint of respect.
The Night Clan Patriarch took a deep breath, slowly walked to the side of the Purple Cloud Patriarch, and lowered his head to look at his former rival.
Their gazes met in the moonlight, as if telling tales of grudges and affections in the martial world.
"You old codger, you've finally gone first."
The patriarch of the Ye family murmured, his voice revealing a hint of regret.
Reaching out to wipe away the tears from the eyes of the Purple Cloud Ancestor, Ye Ming turned around.
May you rest in peace.
As the Night Clan Patriarch finished speaking, the atmosphere on the battlefield became even more tense.
The crowd stood silently in place, as if mourning for the Purple Cloud Ancestor.
The moonlight, like water, spilled across the silent battlefield, illuminating everyone's face.
...
Just as the Purple Cloud Ancestor died fighting on the summit of Purple Cloud Mountain.
At the foot of Zixia Mountain, in a hidden tunnel, several figures quietly emerged.
They were dressed in rags and looked haggard, as if they had endured countless hardships and trials.
"Senior Brother!" A piercing cry shattered the silence of the tunnel, filled with endless sorrow and despair. "Master and the others, and our Zixia Dao Sect, are all gone... all gone... Waaah!"
It was a slightly immature voice, revealing an indescribable sorrow.
The man addressed as "senior brother" had a look of reluctance mixed with determination in his eyes.
He is An Zixiang, the second son of the Zixia Sect Leader.
Once upon a time, I was a spirited young man.
However, at this moment, he carried the hopes and future of all the orphans of Zixia on his shoulders.
His elder brother, the eldest son of the leader of the Zixia Taoist sect, is also the senior disciple of the Zixia Taoist sect.
They were buried on the summit of Zixia Mountain along with their father, the leader of the Zixia Taoist sect and the Zixia Ancestor.
He has been the master of Zixia Mountain for countless years.
Faced with this impending storm.
The leader of the Zixia Taoist sect and the Zixia Ancestor would naturally make some preparations.
Moreover, in terms of familiarity with the various terrains of Zixia Mountain...
Even if twice the number of Night Fiends were sent, they might not be able to capture these seeds prepared by the Zixia Daoist sect.
"Junior brother, don't be too sad."
"Although the Zixia Taoist Sect has suffered such a great calamity, as long as we are still alive, the flame of the sect will not be extinguished."
He walked slowly to his grieving junior brother, gently patted his shoulder, and spoke in a deep but powerful voice.
"Senior brother, what should we do?"
"Our master, elders, and fellow disciples are all gone. Is there any hope for us to rebuild the Zixia Daoist Sect?"
As soon as he finished speaking, another junior sister couldn't help but burst into tears and choked up.
"Junior sister, you must believe that as long as we remain steadfast in our resolve and uphold the legacy of our masters, the spirit of the Zixia Daoist Sect will endure forever."
An Zixiang took a deep breath, his eyes shining with determination.
The air was thick with solemnity and sorrow, but within this melancholy atmosphere, a new force was quietly emerging.
The senior brother looked around at his fellow disciples who had once cultivated together, and a surge of indescribable emotions welled up in his heart.
These people are the last remaining seeds of the Zixia Daoist sect.
It is also the hope for the future reconstruction of the Zixia Taoist sect.
"The pain we feel today is etched in our hearts. But we must remember that grief is not the end, but a new beginning."
"The continuation of the Zixia Daoist sect now rests solely on our shoulders."
He spoke slowly, his voice revealing endless sorrow and determination.