Xing Tian Slays a Half-Ancestor

Xing Tian made a vow upon breaking free: to behead a Half-Ancestor and establish mortal authority.

His towering figure was as magnificent as a mountain in the void, his aura overwhelming the heavens and stirring fear in all hearts. He strode eastward, each step covering over a hundred li—a wondrous divine art that left onlookers in awe.

Chi You, his hair wild and tangled, also seemed as unapproachable as a primordial demon mountain. He too headed east.

The two ancient titans surveyed the world with contempt, their oppressive presences chilling the soul and inspiring dread.

Xiao Chen activated his Eight Aspect Worlds at full speed just to keep pace with their leisurely steps. They were going to kill—no, to slay a Half-Ancestor! Their resolve was absolute; they were not merely speaking. They were about to commit a deed that would shake the world. The only question was who they intended to kill.

After only a few dozen paces, Xing Tian reached the shore of the Eastern Sea and strode out above the vast expanse of white clouds into the ocean.

Xing Tian's emergence stirred the winds and clouds from all directions. Every expert sensed the powerful fluctuations of his awakening, and countless cultivators rushed toward the Eastern Sea.

Azure waves surged, clouds scattered, and the blue sky was washed clean.

All the cultivators beyond the seas were alarmed, for Xing Tian's killing intent was unmistakable. Thousands of islands felt a piercing chill.

Though it was still midsummer, everyone could sense the desolation of autumn and the bitter cold of winter.

From afar, numerous cultivators stood at the edge of the sky, silent and terrified, not daring to approach, watching only through various divine arts.

Straight ahead, a youth who appeared twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old stood in the void with two long swords on his back. When his eyes opened and closed, their light flashed like sword beams—sharp and incisive. He stood quietly, his depth impossible to gauge.

He blocked Xing Tian's path.

Or rather, he knew Xing Tian had come for him and had appeared in advance to wait here.

"Martial practitioner, Xing Tian." Xing Tian wasted no words. He had already said all that needed to be said. He had come to kill the Half-Ancestor who had invaded the mortal world.

"My name has long since been erased. I am called Sword Master." The calm youth replied, his demeanor as deep as an abyss.

Cultivators in the distant sky cried out in surprise. Sword Master—who was he? The progenitor of the Shu Mountain lineage. Though he had never set foot in the Mortal World before, his teachings had long flowed into it. The sword immortals of the Mortal World's Shu Mountain were famed throughout the land, having inherited a part of his Dao methods. Among them, outstanding figures such as Elder Mei were legendary in their eras.

When the entire Shu Mountain lineage moved into the Cultivation World, they naturally placed themselves under Sword Master's command, forming a major and renowned sect there.

For certain purposes, the Cultivation World sought to dominate the Mortal World. As the enemy Half-Ancestor, the Green Lotus Celestial Maiden had been the first to cross realms, followed by Great Yu, Hou Yi, Sword Master, and others, descending upon the Mortal World one after another.

"You want to kill me?" Sword Master's eyes blazed with cold light, his twin swords on his back.

Xing Tian's aura was overwhelming, as majestic as a great mountain. He spoke heavily: "The Nine Provinces are my ancestral land. You have waged war and chaos here, disturbing my rivers and mountains—you deserve death!"

His voice was so vast that it shook the blue sea and azure sky, causing the ocean to churn, archipelagoes to tremble, and sound to carry a thousand li.

Though the Mortal World had long declined, hearing this made Xiao Chen's blood boil. He felt that Xing Tian was truly a god of war—his spirit and momentum could eclipse the sun and moon and suppress the mountains and rivers.

Among Sword Master's disciples, some were unwilling to accept this. From far behind, one shouted angrily: "Xing Tian, you have only just broken free. Instead of hiding away to cultivate, you act so arrogantly—be careful not to court death!"

Xing Tian paid no heed to such words. Before a supreme being like him, those people were no more than ants. Even if their shouts reached the heavens like thunder, they could not stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

But some people truly did not know their limits. Seeing Xing Tian unmoved, they assumed he had reservations and grew bolder: "This wasted land is not entirely your domain, barbarian Xing Tian. Do not boast in the dark—can your own power seal us off?"

Xing Tian remained as calm as an ancient well. He slowly raised his right hand and gently pointed forward. A beam of green light swept toward the distant sky.

Sword Master's eyes shot out two bolts of cold lightning. He formed a sword seal with his fingers and sent out a beam of sword light to block the green light; otherwise, his disciples out there would surely perish body and soul.

With a tearing sound, the sword light and the green light met. Two black holes appeared in the sky, and then both beams vanished simultaneously.

Xing Tian's expression was calm. He took a step on the sea, and in that instant, he closed in on Sword Master. He threw a punch—winds and clouds stirred from all directions, the heavens and earth lost their color, and from the clear sky came rolling clouds, claps of thunder, and roaring lightning.

Such power was unfathomable. With one punch, he summoned the clouds and wind from the distant horizon and drew them into the near space of the azure sky. The immense energy fluctuation was staggering.

Sword Master drew a sword from his back. Unlike ordinary cultivators who controlled flying swords with their minds, he held it in his hand to parry. A thunderous clash rang out as fist met sword. Thousands of rays of multicolored light burst forth, more dazzling than lightning, blinding the cultivators far away.

The clouds in the sky were instantly shaken to pieces, vanishing without a trace. Such methods inspired awe—with a mere gesture, one could command the heavens and earth, changing the wind and clouds with boundless majesty.

In the instant of their clash, they passed each other and exchanged positions. Xing Tian turned his back to Sword Master, facing forward. He slowly raised his right hand again, pointed a finger, and sent forth a green light that tore toward the distance.

"Xing Tian, you...!"

Sword Master cried out in alarm. The long sword in his hand slashed downward, its sword beam as thick as a mountain, trying to intercept.

Xing Tian sneered without looking back. He swung his left arm backward like a knife slash, as if a mountain were swaying. His left arm was heavy as ten million jun—an intangible "force" poured forth and blocked that enormous sword beam, as if a great mountain had cut off a long river.

Screams of terror came from the distant sky, then abruptly ceased. The green light from Xing Tian's finger swept across that patch of heaven, and the few cultivators who had insulted the Mortal World instantly turned into a mist of blood.

Watching several people beside them have their bodies shattered, the disciples of the Shu Mountain lineage dared not make a sound. The ancient god of war's might was such that everyone felt their hearts and guts turn cold.

A fierce killing intent shook the eight directions. Xing Tian looked at Sword Master as if he were an ordinary man, as though he was not a Half-Ancestor at all. His towering figure shifted, and his hands traced patterns, forming a faint light screen that covered a hundred li of sea. That space seemed cut off, yet still visible from outside.

"That is the Martial Realm—a battlefield for martial practitioners. Xing Tian is a martial artist," someone exclaimed.

Clearly, Xing Tian did not want to destroy a thousand li of sea. For beings of their level, a single move could unleash world-shattering power. The Mortal World was what he sought to protect; it could not tolerate excessive destruction.

Xiao Chen activated his Eight Aspect Worlds at their extreme speed, rushing to the edge of the light screen. He opened his divine eye, wanting to witness everything within. Xing Tian was a martial artist—such a battle was immensely important to him. Perhaps he could break through many unresolved martial mysteries.

Cultivators from this sea region had all gathered, eager to witness the ancient god of war's majesty. Chi You stood quietly in the high sky, scanning the eight directions, watching for movements from other Half-Ancestors.

Inside the light screen, Sword Master drew both swords. Facing this legendary figure of overwhelming power, he had not the slightest confidence. He laughed coldly: "Must it be to the death?"

Xing Tian was calm and composed. He stepped forward, answering with his actions. His right leg swept toward Sword Master's waist, its momentum like a desolate mountain spanning time and space to press down. The force field was unparalleled.

Sword Master was alarmed. The twin swords in his hands streamed with multicolored light, blooming with ten thousand rays of radiance. He crossed them to block, trying to cut off Xing Tian's leg. But even though his twin swords were Half-Ancestor supreme treasures, when they touched Xing Tian's leg, they only gave a clanging metallic sound—they could not cut through!

Xing Tian's strength was immense and his momentum heavy. His right leg was as weighty as a mountain, directly forcing the twin swords apart and sending Sword Master staggering back. He stood firm, silent as an abyss, his aura oppressive, and then strode forward again, pressing the attack.

Sword Master released his hands, letting the twin swords fly forward on their own, controlled by his mind, slashing and hacking. At the same time, a divine armor appeared on his body, covering even his head. His nascent soul inside put on a layer of infant armor. Blood light shot to the heavens as a war spear appeared in his hand. He strode forward to meet Xing Tian.

Xing Tian brandished his shield and axe—his power and momentum were unimaginable. Though today he had no giant axe in hand, he was even more formidable bare-handed, as if the Martial Ancestor had reappeared in the world. Every gesture contained profound truth. With his bare hands, he kept forcing the twin swords back until he closed in on Sword Master, who now met him with war spear in hand.

A resonant ringing tone spread for thousands of li, like a thunderclap from beyond the heavens, deafening. Xing Tian used one hand to break off the tip of a long sword. Then he struck repeatedly—left fist, right palm—smashing that divine sword. Cracking sounds emerged as the Half-Ancestor supreme treasure was destroyed and shattered, like crystalline ice flowers blooming, like a burst of fireworks scattering.

Outside the enormous light screen, everyone was horrified. Xing Tian had destroyed a Half-Ancestor supreme treasure with his bare hands! Such combat power was truly heaven-defying.

The Hand of the Supreme Being!

Xiao Chen's eyes gleamed like lightning, staring unblinking. Those images were clearly etched into his heart. Xing Tian had cultivated a martial body and the Hand of the Supreme Being to such a terrifying level! With such power, why bother refining magic artifacts? Cultivating the martial body alone was enough!

Sword Master was furious. The other long sword tore through heaven and earth, unleashing a devastating wave of peak Half-Ancestor energy that swept toward Xing Tian. At the same time, the war spear in his hand thrust out, aiming for Xing Tian's chest. His divine armor shone brilliantly, making him like a demon god, his might oppressing the heavens and the earth.

With strength to pull up mountains and an aura to overshadow the world, Xing Tian used one hand to fix the other divine sword in place, breaking it piece by piece like snapping rotten wood, completely crushing that descending sharp blade. Meanwhile, his other hand precisely blocked the thrusting divine spear. His palm blade was like a rainbow, constantly clashing with it.

Within the hundred-li Martial Realm, divine light surged to the heavens and killing aura filled the air. This place had become a realm of destruction.

Sword Master's divine spear was no ordinary treasure; Xing Tian could not destroy it. After temporarily losing the upper hand, Sword Master released a sky full of magic artifacts, like patches of colorful clouds swirling within. But soon, deadly killing intent burst forth.

A destructive storm exploded. All the cultivator treasures, any one of which would make ordinary cultivators green with envy, now scattered like a rain of light, rampaging within the hundred-li space.

Amid the terrifying light, the onlookers could no longer see the two great experts, but they knew the battle had reached its critical moment.

Sure enough, after a moment, a sky full of magic artifacts shattered. A tall, godlike figure with disheveled hair soared into the sky. Nine consecutive strikes of the Hand of the Supreme Being, combined with various incomprehensible profound martial arts, shattered all the cultivator treasures in the sky.

Sword Master knelt on one knee in the void. The war spear in his hand was broken, blood continuously dripped from his hands, and his battle armor had cracked. Over a dozen clear palm prints appeared across his body.

Xing Tian slowly descended and strode toward Sword Master in the void, his aura pressing down.

At that moment, Sword Master suddenly stood up. From the broken divine spear, he pulled out a war sword with light as brilliant as the blazing sun. Under his mental control, it shot toward Xing Tian like a bolt of lightning.

Cold light flashed in Xing Tian's eyes. He intercepted it with both hands, hard against this exceptionally dazzling war sword. He struck repeatedly but could not shatter it—it could not be destroyed. He decisively retreated, but the war sword pressed forward, refusing to stop until it severed his head.

Xing Tian suddenly halted. His voice burst forth like spring thunder as he let out a long shout. His hands moved continuously, briefly fixing the war sword in place. Then he grabbed the hilt and forcefully wiped his right hand along the blade. The sword immediately fell still, fixed in place by him.

Not far away, Sword Master spat out a mouthful of blood. He had not expected Xing Tian to be so overwhelmingly powerful—able to catch the war sword and completely erase the spiritual imprint he had left upon it.

War sword in hand, Xing Tian slowly approached, like a primordial demon mountain pressing down. His power, unmatched and absolute, shook the entire heaven and earth. With every step, the world seemed to tremble.

Sword Master knew he was finished! A supreme force completely suppressed him—he could not move even an inch.

Xing Tian struck without mercy. With one punch, the divine armor on Sword Master's body shattered completely. With a second punch, Sword Master's body was broken into pieces. With a third punch, the armor on his nascent soul was destroyed.

Xing Tian's leg swept like a tempest, directly tearing the nascent soul into dust. Then he grasped the void, grinding the remnant spiritual consciousness into nothingness.

Sword Master was utterly annihilated!

The hundred-li domain collapsed, energy waves sweeping in all directions. Everyone retreated, flying madly toward the horizon to escape the terrible destructive storm.

At this moment, Xing Tian's towering figure appeared so majestic, like an unattainable sacred mountain. All souls trembled.

He walked step by step toward the Nine Provinces. His pace was slow but firm, each step seeming to weigh ten million jun. His magnificent figure gradually faded away.

But the spectators' spirits had not yet roused from the battle.

Only after a long time did the sea region erupt in uproar.

A Half-Ancestor had been killed!

Half-Ancestors had always been difficult to kill, generally only sealable. But now, Xing Tian had done as he said, slaying a Half-Ancestor of the same level.

Killing a man was like tearing a painting—Xing Tian's might was unimaginable. The previous battle was still vivid, as if he had not killed a Half-Ancestor but merely torn up a scroll.

Fearful Xing Tian! Worthy of being the ancient god of war of the Mortal World.

That was the thought in everyone's heart. Xing Tian's emergence had stirred the wind and clouds of the Nine Provinces; the world would not find peace again!

Chi You and Xing Tian walked together toward the Nine Provinces. When they passed an island, they stopped and gazed into the distant sky.

"Great Yu, did you want to make a move just now?" Chi You asked.

No one answered him.

Chi You said calmly: "In the past, you made great contributions to the Mortal World. At critical moments, I truly do not wish to fight you. But you should not have taken the Earth Essence of the Mortal World into the Cultivation World. Now that you have returned, leave them behind. Otherwise, I will seize them and shatter them, scattering them across the Mortal World."