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Lin Wuyou followed Jiang Han and others to the front lines, chatting and laughing along the way, showing no signs of tension despite the impending battle. He appeared completely relaxed, as if he were attending a banquet rather than heading to a battlefield.
"You are Jiang Han? You are younger than I expected," Xiahou Zhen said, his gray-white hair moving without wind as his gaze toward Jiang Han gradually became calm. Xiahou Chun's steadiness and pride were well known to Xiahou Zhen, as he was the ancestor of the Xiahou clan.
However, the cautious demeanor of Xiahou Chun, whom he had high hopes for, ultimately led to his demise at the hands of others. This left Xiahou Zhen feeling both angry and curious. A young person like Jiang Han, who rose to prominence like a comet, was rare; even if he searched his entire life, he would struggle to find anyone comparable.
At this moment, facing a powerhouse like Xiahou Zhen, the disciples and elders of the Mingjiao faction felt somewhat oppressed under his imposing aura. Yet Jiang Han remained calm and replied lightly, "Xiahou Ancestor is also somewhat unexpected for me. I didn't think this matter would actually draw you out personally for revenge. Is my face truly that big, attracting someone like you, who has one foot in the grave, to come all this way?"
"Are you not afraid that in a moment of impulse today, you might not be able to return?"
At the same time, his aura suddenly erupted, pressing fiercely toward Xiahou Zhen's side. The two sides clashed in an invisible contest of power, causing the void to crackle with sound and ultimately stirring up a massive tornado that swept high into the sky.
The Fusion Realm experts who had been standing in the void felt a heavy pressure on their chests as if struck by a heavy hammer, causing them to drop to the ground where they finally felt some relief.
It seemed that neither side gained an advantage from this clash of auras. Xiahou Zhen looked up at the sky; the brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed as he spoke calmly: "Xiahou Chun died at your hands; I had no choice but to come. Xiahou Chun was raised by me; it would not be an exaggeration to say he was like my own son. He always claimed he was born foolish and thus acted cautiously, often hiding his talents. But I know he was the smartest child of our Xiahou clan in hundreds of years and truly a prodigy of our lineage."
"He promised me he would work hard in his cultivation at Cangjian Mountain Villa to learn real skills and advance to the Youngshen Realm to bring glory to the Xiahou clan."
Now that Xiahou Chun is dead, the hope of my the Xiahou has also been shattered.
In this case, what do I have left to cling to? What do I have to fear? If I don't even have the courage to seek justice for the members of my the Xiahou, then what is the point of our existence?
Jiang Han sneered, "Justice? Your so-called the Xiahou's Lin'er is allied with Cangjian Mountain Villa, which is my Manichaeism's mortal enemy. If I don't kill him, it will be me who dies in the future. Who should I seek justice from?"
Although his words were somewhat nonsensical and illogical, upon reflection, they were indeed true; reality is often more absurd than stories! Once a martial artist enters the Jianghu, they must be prepared to kill and be killed. If one lacks this preparation and only seeks pleasure and leisure, their head will likely not remain on their shoulders for long.
Xiahou Zhen was clearly resolute and expressionless as he said, "Chun'er calls me Ancestor and regards me as her closest person. If I do not take this journey, not only will the members of the Xiahou feel disheartened, but I myself will also not be able to overcome this hurdle!"
At that moment, an old and powerful voice came from the side, "Unfortunately, your coming this time is in vain; there is no possibility other than a futile death!"
The owner of this voice was evidently a big shot from Lin Wuyou's Hidden Demon lineage!
Xiahou Zhen's gaze sharpened slightly. "I didn't expect you, a remnant of the Demonic Path, not only to survive the last Righteous and Demonic War but also to gain opportunities and advance to the Youngshen Realm."
Xiahou Zhen had not interacted much with Lin Wuyou. Although they belonged to the same generation, as the youngest among the Nine Great Demons, Lin Wuyou was actually older than Xiahou Zhen by about ten years.
As an Ancestor of the the Xiahou, Xiahou Zhen had naturally seen Lin Wuyou before. Even though they had never fought each other, they had some understanding of each other's strength.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiahou Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly. In an instant, his previously dull eyes transformed into a brilliant golden color as the power of Primordial Spirit stirred up a storm of Vital Energy.
Divine Manipulation is known as the signature skill of the the Xiahou. It is precisely because of this extraordinary technique that the the Xiahou has been able to establish itself among the Nine Great Families.
According to rumors in Jianghu, when Divine Manipulation reaches its peak in the the Xiahou, it can completely materialize and draw upon boundless power from heaven and earth, wielding astonishing might.
At this moment, facing Lin Wuyou, a highly renowned strongman from the Hidden Demon lineage, Xiahou Zhen clearly intended to use his most powerful techniques right from the start to achieve a quick victory.
His Primordial Spirit radiated with golden brilliance. The forces of heaven and earth around him were stirred into a storm, with the powers of earth, water, wind, and fire surging directly toward Lin Wuyou!
Lin Wuyou's gray-white hair seemed to come alive in an instant, moving without wind. At that moment, he clearly also took action, unwilling to let his opponent control the rhythm of the battle and lead him around.
He took a large step forward and was already several miles away. With both hands forming seals, he lifted the heavens and earth, conjuring a great mountain out of thin air. His shoulders seemed to bear the weight of this mountain as he hurled it toward Xiahou Zhen.
In that instant, endless ripples appeared in mid-air; even the void could not withstand that terrifying force and shattered with a thunderous roar, the wind howling fiercely.
"Moving Mountains!"
With substance against the intangible!
Faced with Xiahou's formless power, Lin Wuyou chose to break through with sheer force!
His fighting style was bold and fierce; once he seized control of the battle rhythm, his opponent would face a barrage of attacks as relentless as a drumbeat.
The power of this strike was astonishing, yet Lin Wuyou's figure did not pause. With one hand pushed forward, he seemed to casually stir the air.
"Stirring the Sea!"
But the surrounding Earth Spirit energy rippled like flowing water, showcasing the exquisite martial arts of its master!
Wherever those ripples passed, the raised boulders on the ground instantly turned to dust!
This was a martial arts divine ability that Lin Wuyou had comprehended himself, blending the essence of martial arts from his eight deceased sworn brothers into one. It was his first public display, allowing the former Nine Great Demons to shine once again.
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