* Barf … *
First Ancestor steadied his body and spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood. His facial expression was extremely ugly, but compared to the injuries on his body, the shock in his heart was the greatest. He raised his head and looked at Second Guardian who was still calm and composed like a scholar. His heart was filled with a stormy sea.
He was a half-step Human Immortal, a mighty figure who had already comprehended a trace of the Immortal Qi. He wouldn't put any ordinary Ninth Grade Great Saint in his eyes as he could easily pinch them to death. He had never thought that the genius that was nurtured by Desolate Palace would be this powerful. He was no match for him at all if they were to fight. "You're right, you're right.
"Old Ancestor!"
Many people of Narang Palace exclaimed. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. Their faces were incomparably pale. It was a look of despair. First Ancestor was the strongest expert in Narang Palace, but he couldn't even defeat a Ninth Grade Great Saint genius. To Narang Palace, this was truly a tragedy. "Great Saint! Great Saint! Great Saint! Great Saint! Great Saint!
"We're finished. Narang Palace is completely finished. The experts of Desolate Palace are too powerful. Not even First Ancestor is a match for them. How are we going to fight them?"
"Ai! I can't believe that our dignified Narang Palace would end up like this. The Heavenly Dao is unfair. The hidden strength of Desolate Palace is just too strong. Plus, it was so well hidden that we couldn't detect it at the beginning. "
"Even First Ancestor has been defeated. That's the doomsday of Narang Palace."
… …..
Everyone in Narang Palace was in despair. It was a feeling that they had never experienced before. It was like a person who was high and mighty had fallen to the bottom of the valley.
On the other side, apart from the twelve guardians, all the higher ups of Desolate Palace, including Desolate Emperor, were shocked. Their eyes were filled with a hint of fear when they looked at Second Guardian. They had expected that Second Guardian would be very powerful, but they didn't expect that he would be this powerful. He had defeated a half-step Human Immortal expert in just a matter of seconds. What kind of terrifying combat strength was that?
* Keng *
On the other side, the defeated First Ancestor didn't retreat. A Battle Weapon appeared in his hand with a swoosh. That Battle Weapon looked very peculiar. It looked like a sharp wolf's fang, and it emitted a sharp and awe-inspiring light.
"Kill!"
First Ancestor Narang moved again. The sharp blade in his hand slashed forward, slashing out a bright and magnificent blade light. This light startled the heaven and earth, and the void was cut in half on the spot. Countless cold air waves sprayed out from the void.
The blade radiance was like the Milky Way hanging in the sky, carrying endless destructive energy. It was a combination of a Super Saint Weapon and a powerful technique that could easily kill. It was much more powerful than the Mixed Origin Thunderclap Palm. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the Second Tycoon.
However, such a powerful attack did not affect Second Guardian at all. Second Guardian's face was full of calmness as if he did not take the attack seriously at all. It was as if this destructive attack was just an ordinary attack to him.
Hua la …
Second Guardian opened the folding fan in his hand. Under his control, the folding fan instantly turned into a huge fan that was hundreds of meters in size. Countless rays of golden light shot out from the huge fan, forming a peerless barrier. Under the suppression of this barrier, the blade light released by First Ancestor actually shattered with a 'Ka Cha' sound. It didn't have the lethality that it should have. This was an absolute suppression.
* Hong Long … … *
The giant fan pressed down, pressing down on First Ancestor Narang.
"Argh … …"
First Ancestor let out a miserable cry. He had no idea how much pressure he was under. Even with his powerful half-step Human Immortal cultivation base, he couldn't resist this terrifying attack. One of his arms was crushed on the spot. Just one attack was enough to make First Ancestor smell the scent of death.
* Hua la … … *
Second Guardian turned his palm and kept the huge fan. With a cold and arrogant face, he looked down at First Ancestor in a condescending manner. At this moment, First Ancestor was covered in blood from head to toe. He was an arrow at the end of its flight. If Second Guardian wanted to kill him, it would only take him a lift of his hand.
However, First Ancestor was a supreme expert of half-step Human Immortal realm. Even after suffering such a powerful attack, he was still alive and could still stand in the air.
Second Guardian moved again. His murderous intent soared up to the sky. It seemed like he was going to kill First Ancestor, but he was stopped by Desolate Emperor.
Second Guardian knitted his eyebrows when he was stopped by Desolate Emperor. He seemed very dissatisfied. Given his current strength, he didn't put Desolate Emperor in his eyes anymore. However, First Ancestor had specifically told him that he must listen to Desolate Emperor in this war against the seven major palaces. Therefore, he stopped his attack.
In order to save Second Guardian's face, Desolate Emperor said with a smile, "Second Guardian, it would be best if we can make Narang Palace sign the slave contract smoothly. There's no need to kill them all. You should know that there are still six major palaces behind us. If we are too ruthless to Narang Palace, it will only cause a desperate counterattack from the six major palaces. This isn't what we want. What Desolate Palace wants is to become the supreme ruler of Saint Origin Palace. All the people of the seven major palaces will be ruled by us and become our slaves."
Upon hearing this, Second Guardian nodded and retreated without saying anything. "First Ancestor, you are a smart man.
"First Ancestor, you are a smart man. I'm sure you don't wish to see Narang Palace fall into eternal damnation. You are the strongest expert in Narang Palace, but to us, you are just so-so. These thirteen tycoons don't have a good temper. Given their cultivation, I won't be able to stop them if they decide to kill. I advise you to sign this contract of submission and listen to the orders of Desolate Palace. Otherwise, everyone in Narang Palace will die tragically today and your Narang Palace will face the danger of extinction. You have to weigh the pros and cons yourself. My time is limited, I won't give you too much time to consider."
Desolate Emperor struck out a ray of light and pushed the slave contract to First Ancestor. He believed that First Ancestor would have his own choice. If the other party didn't choose to submit, there was nothing else to say. They would just kill them all. At this point in time, there was nothing that could stop Desolate Palace from ruling the entire Saint Origin Palace. No one could resist the sharpness of Desolate Palace.
The scene turned silent all of a sudden. Everyone's eyes fell on First Ancestor. At this point, his decision would directly represent the fate of the entire Narang Palace. Life or death, survival or destruction.
First Ancestor held the contract in front of him in his hand. He felt that this contract weighed millions of kilograms. His hands began to tremble. This was a contract of submission in name, but in fact, it was a slave contract. Once this contract was signed, it would become a symbol of shame in the history of the Nalan Clan. It would make the Nalan Clan unable to raise their heads again.
However, if they didn't sign the contract, Narang Family would instantly face the calamity of extinction. It meant that they would disappear completely and become a part of the history of Saint Origin Palace. More importantly, how could he, the First Ancestor of Narang Family, watch thousands of his descendants die tragically in front of him? The price he had to pay was just too great.
"Ai! The Heaven wants my Narang Palace to perish. "
First Ancestor let out a long sigh. Tears trickled down from his eyes.
"Old Ancestor, let's fight them. Even if we die, we can't become the slaves of Desolate Palace."
Narang Yunhe's eyes turned red.
"That's right. Narang Palace has its own dignity. We will defend it with our lives."
"Old Ancestor, please give the order. We are willing to sacrifice our lives."
… …..
The people of Narang Palace were stirred up. No one wanted to die, but no one was willing to become someone else's slave.
On the side of Desolate Palace, pairs of cold eyes were staring at the people of Narang Palace. The eyes of the twelve tycoons were devoid of emotion. They were the killing machines cultivated by Desolate Palace. They only knew how to kill. Their existence was for the sole purpose of Desolate Palace to rule Saint Origin World.
Destiny and the life and death of a palace had come to the final juncture. As long as First Ancestor refused to sign the contract, what awaited Narang Palace would be a subversive destruction.
"Shut up!"
First Ancestor glared at the people of Narang Palace and spurted out a mouthful of blood. That was his blood essence, the bloodline of Narang Palace. He had the highest cultivation base in Narang Palace, which also represented the strongest bloodline. As long as his blood essence fell on the contract, all the people of Narang Palace would be affected by the contract. From then on, no one would dare to disobey Desolate Palace's order.
"Old Ancestor."
Upon seeing this, many people of Narang Palace burst into tears.
"Only by staying alive will there be hope."
First Ancestor Narang said the last sentence and then sprinkled his Origin Blood Essence on the contract.
* Weng … … *
All of a sudden, the contract shook violently. A red hue appeared above the heads of all the people of Narang Palace. It was like the power of a curse that would accompany Narang Palace for the rest of their lives.
Unwillingness, annoyance, anger, humiliation, all kinds of negative emotions emerged above Narang Palace, but they couldn't do anything about it. Everything had become a foregone conclusion and nothing could be changed.
Desolate Emperor grabbed the contract with his big hand. His face was filled with joy. Ruling Narang Palace without bloodshed was what Desolate Palace wanted the most.
"First Ancestor, you are very tactful. Don't worry, your Narang Palace will have a bright future if you follow our Desolate Palace. I, Desolate Emperor, will not mistreat you."
Desolate Emperor said in a loud and clear voice.
"Haha! I am the sinner of Narang Palace, a sinner!"
First Ancestor Na Lan shed a stream of tears, then he roared towards the sky. His body exploded with a bang, turning into a mist of blood. He had committed suicide.
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