"Why are there so many Fire Spirit clansmen gathered in Fire God City? Why are all of them crying? " Just as all the Fire Spirit clansmen were crying incessantly, a loud and aged voice suddenly resounded from beneath the city.
"Laozu's Sect, you've finally awakened!" The patriarch of the Fire Spirit race, Yang Yun, the first princess of the Fire Spirit race, the three dozen Guardians, and all the other important figures of the Fire Spirit race hurriedly rushed out of the Fire God Tower when they heard this voice. They knelt in the air towards Fire God City and spoke with trembling voices.
"What is it?" The loud and aged voice frowned. After that, the ground of Fire God City started to crack apart incessantly, and then a dazzling golden coffin that shone with resplendent golden light slowly rose up from the ground.
"Greetings, Laozu's Sect!" All the other clansmen of the Fire Spirit clan knelt down and kowtowed as they gazed at the dazzling golden coffin, and they spoke with trembling voices as well.
"Laozu's Sect, our Fire Spirit clan has been annihilated!" A great figure of the Fire Spirit clan choked with sobs as tears streamed down his face. He was unable to stop himself from sobbing.
"Hmm?" The expression of the loud and aged voice immediately changed when he heard that. His tone instantly became extremely furious as well, and powerful killing intent swept out from within his voice.
After that, the dazzling golden coffin suddenly opened up, and then a violent aura instantly roared out like a tempestuous wave. It swept through the entire city.
A terrifying pressure swept through the surroundings. It was like a mountain was pressing down, and it heavily pressed down on the hearts of all the clansmen of the Fire Spirit clan, causing their bodies to tremble incessantly.
"What exactly is going on? Tell me the details! " An old man in a golden dragon robe strode out from within the Brilliant Gold Coffin. He was filled with a noble aura, and he seemed like a god. After that, he stood in the air, and he seemed like a golden sun that illuminated the surroundings. His voice was low and stern as he berated the patriarch of the Fire Spirit race, Yang Yun, and all the other great figures of the Fire Spirit race.
"Laozu's Sect, it's like this!" Yang Yun's voice carried traces of terror and terror as he described everything about Xiao Fan.
A short while later!
Yang Yun finally finished. On the other hand, the old man in golden dragon robes remained silent for now. He stood in the air as if he was thinking about something, and his face was completely gloomy.
All the clansmen of the Fire Spirit clan didn't dare speak. Every single one of them instinctively held their breaths as they gazed at the old man in golden dragon robes with fear. Their bodies were still trembling incessantly.
"Xiao Fan, right? Very well! " After an unknown period of time, just when all the members of the Fire Spirit Race were on the verge of being unable to hold on any longer, the old man in the golden dragon robe finally spoke, and he broke the frozen and oppressive atmosphere in the air. After that, he nodded, and his voice was cold and filled with boundless killing intent as he said, "I'll personally chop off this person's head, and then I'll use his head as a sacrifice to the souls of the millions of clansmen of my Fire Spirit Race that perished in the heavens!"
"Laozu's Sect's divine might is unparalleled!" Yang Yun and all the members of the Fire Spirit tribe immediately revealed joy on their faces when they heard the golden-dragon-robed old man speak. They once again knelt and kowtowed as they involuntarily cried out. Their eyes seemed to have seen the joyous scene of Xiao Fan being killed by the golden-dragon-robed old man on the spot, causing them to feel extremely excited.
This golden dragon robed ancestor from the Fire Spirit Race was not simple because he was someone who had lived for eight thousand years without dying.
Everyone knew that Akira Yuki had lived for 8,000 years without dying and was a living legend. However, very few people knew that Akira Yuki wasn't the only one on the Azure Cloud Lower Plane who had lived for 8,000 years. The Fire Spirit clan had a legend like him as well.
However, compared to Akira Yuki who had once shaken the world and was extremely stunning and a peerless prodigy, the Fire Spirit clan's existence that had lived for 8,000 years was not a particularly outstanding genius back then. Although he had some fame, he did not draw too much attention. Many people did not pay much attention to him back then.
However, he had a fortuitous encounter that no one could have imagined. He had unexpectedly obtained a treasure that could extend his life, and then he had silently gone into hiding to accumulate strength.
When he reappeared a few thousand years later, even if others coveted his treasure, they could only retreat helplessly in the face of the terrifying strength he had accumulated over thousands of years.
"Blade, come!" The old man in the golden robes raised his hand at this moment and called out into the distance. His voice was like a thunderclap that constantly resounded through the sky. It shook the ears of many Fire Spirit clansmen on the ground and caused them to bleed from their ears. They fainted.
Boom!
Following the old man's call, a snow-white blade surrounded by white flames appeared in the distance. It was extremely beautiful as it traversed the void and shot towards the old man in the golden robes.
This beautiful blade was the number one weapon of the Fire Spirit clan, the Fire God's Flaming Blade!
It was said that the Fire God's Flaming Blade was a weapon that Laozu, the founder of the Fire Spirit clan in the Azure Cloud Lower Plane, had secretly taken away from the main clan of the Fire Spirit clan in the Central imperial realm. Its exact level was unknown, but it was extremely powerful. It possessed unimaginable power.
Back then, when the Azure Cloud Lower Plane was still under the rule of the Myriad Sword Sect, the southern wilderness had originally been the Myriad Sword Sect's territory as well. However, Laozu, the founder of the Fire Spirit clan, had single-handedly forced the Myriad Sword Sect, who had been at their peak, to retreat, forcing them to hand over the southern wilderness.
Afterwards, the Myriad Sword Sect had mobilized many troops in an attempt to take back the southern wilderness and annihilate the Fire Spirit clan. However, without exception, they had all been repelled by Laozu, the founder of the Fire Spirit clan. In the end, the Myriad Sword Sect could only give up and hand over the southern wilderness to the Fire Spirit clan, never setting foot in the southern wilderness again.
Bang!
The old man in the golden robes opened his hand and narrowed his eyes. With a forceful grab, the snow-white blade was directly caught in his hand. However, the blade seemed to be unwilling to submit. Although it was caught in the old man's hand, the blade constantly trembled as if it wanted to break free from his grasp.
"Hmph!"
The golden-robed old man only snorted coldly in response to the snow-white saber's refusal and struggle. Thunderous booms rang out in the sky again, knocking out even more people from the Fire Spirit race.
Next, he exerted a tremendous amount of strength into the snow-white long saber, forcibly controlling the snow-white long saber.
Seeing that the Fire God's Flaming Blade had finally obeyed, the old man's expression became a little better. Then, he held the Fire God's Flaming Blade in his hand and stood straight in the sky above Fire God City, quietly waiting for Xiao Fan's arrival.
When they saw the Fire God Flame Blade, who did not seem to obey the golden dragon robed old man's orders, the clan head of the Fire Spirit Clan, Yang Yun, and the other great individuals from the Fire Spirit Clan below had a strange expression. However, they did not dare to say anything. They could only stand with their hands by their sides and wait for Xiao Fan's arrival together with the golden dragon robed old man.
As the greatest weapon of the Fire Spirit clan, not only did the blade possess shocking strength and could easily shatter the other three weapons, but there were also many restrictions to its use.
The greatest restriction was that it could only be used by a direct descendant of the Laozu Sect of the Fire Spirit clan. It was basically impossible for other descendants to use it!
The old man in golden dragon robes was clearly not a direct descendant of the founding ancestor of the Fire Spirit Race, so he was unable to use the Fire God's Flaming Blade. Right now, he was only using his own strength to temporarily subdue the Fire God's Flaming Blade.
However, the blade's true strength couldn't be used at all after being forcefully suppressed. It would be impressive if the old man could use even a tenth of it.
"Looks like …" An obscure light flashed through Yang Yun's eyes. He used a voice that no one could hear to speak to the first princess and the three protectors softly.
Time passed minute by minute!
Around an hour later, a black figure finally appeared in the sky to the east of Fire God City. It was Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan's gloomy eyes were as deep as the abyss. His pace was neither fast nor slow as he slowly walked over in the air. The final demonic blade in his hand pulsed with a black light, and traces of terrifying aura continuously spread out from it.
From afar, Xiao Fan was like a god of death that had come from hell, treading on darkness and death as he slowly approached Fire God City!
When they saw Xiao Fan walk out with the final Magic Sword that had killed millions of Fire Spirit clansmen, the two million Fire Spirit clansmen in Fire God City immediately retreated in fright. They pushed and shoved each other, and many of them screamed in fright.
Yang Yun and the other important figures of the Fire Spirit clan all retreated instinctively as well. They were filled with intense fear, and their bodies that had calmed down began to tremble uncontrollably again.
Meanwhile, Xing Yan, Yang Xuan, Yin Long, Xing Huo, and the other geniuses of the Fire Spirit Clan were all paralyzed on the ground as they watched Xiao Fan's dark and deadly figure approaching Fire God City. They were panting heavily with terrified expressions on their faces!
"You're Xiao Fan?" At this moment, the old man in the golden dragon robe narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Fan. He held the Fire God's Flame Blade in his hand and had a serious expression on his face. He immediately stepped forward and spoke in an extremely deep voice.
In the distance, Xiao Fan did not reply to the old man's question. His eyes were gloomy as he continued to walk towards Fire God City at a steady pace.
"How dare you kill millions of clansmen of our Fire Spirit clan! I'll cut you into pieces today!" The old man's eyes suddenly widened. They were filled with rage and bloodthirst. He raised his blade and pointed it at Xiao Fan as he roared out furiously.
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