Nine Dragons Saint Ancestor

If it had been any other occasion, a fair fight, Jia Yi would have never lost to Wei Wuji, but sadly, the tide of battle was not in her favor at the moment. She didn't lose to his strength, but to the circumstances of the fight.

"Haha, Sect Leader Jia Yi, you can't afford to be distracted at times like these!"

Just as Jia Yi contemplated her imminent defeat and the possibility that the Luoyi Sect might crumble at her hands, a booming laugh suddenly echoed beside her ears, startling her.

Jia Yi, who was evenly matched with Wei Wuji, lost focus for an instant, which Wei Wuji seized immediately. He delivered a fierce kick to her lower abdomen, turning her face deathly pale as she staggered back nearly ten steps before managing to steady herself.

"Despicable scoundrel!"

The pain pierced deep into her bones, and as Jia Yi glared at the smug Emperor of the Youlong Empire, her hatred was palpable. Yet the chaos within her Meridian Qi and her erratic breath were clear signs that she had been gravely injured by that kick.

"Approaching death's door and still clueless!"

Seeing that Jia Yi had been severely wounded by his kick yet still attempted to engage in verbal sparring, a merciless glint flickered across Wei Wuji's eyes, followed by his figure lunging fiercely towards Jia Yi.

"Prepare yourselves. Once Jia Yi is dead, no one will be left to guard the West Gate!"

From a distance, the Flying Flower Empress seemed to have anticipated this outcome. As she turned to murmur softly to her subordinates, the generals of the Flying Flower Empire responded with respectful acknowledgments.

As Ye Luochen had said, the Luoyi Sect was the strongest sect guarding the West Gate of the Xuanyue Empire, and Jia Yi as the Sect Master and the foremost expert, her defeat could likely break the spirits of the others, leading to the rapid fall of the West Gate.

Moreover, Ye Luochen had even more confidence in her own strength, thinking that she had merely disdained to act earlier. The destructive power of an Earth Rank Third Realm cultivator was unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Roar!"

Yet, just as Ye Luochen's words fell, a thunderous roar surged through the air, followed by an overwhelming force that caused even her to change her expression.

"Damned beast!"

Sensing the majestic presence, Ye Luochen immediately knew it was the Flying Beast Vein Demon acting again. She had just had a major battle with the Blood Winged Fire-Eyed Lion, but neither had managed to gain the upper hand.

At this moment, however, Ye Luochen had no choice but to gather her strength once again. First, she was exceedingly confident in her own power, and second, she didn't intend to let the Seventh Rank Low Level Flying Beast Vein Demon free up to rescue the Sect Leader of the Luoyi Sect. That could lead to more complications.

So, Ye Luochen attacked with deadly force immediately, locking down the Blood Winged Fire-Eyed Lion, while Wei Wuji, undisturbed by concerns from behind, had a deeper sneer on his face.

"We must go and save the Sect Leader!"

On the ramparts of the West Gate, an old woman with a wrinkled face showed a hint of worry as she coldly called out. As the Great Elder of the Luoyi Sect, she recognized the critical danger Jia Yi was in at this moment.

"Teacher..."

Liu Hanyi wore a look of concern as well. Being Jia Yi's sole favorite disciple, their relationship was akin to that of mother and child; she could not simply stand by and watch her perish.

But Liu Hanyi knew all too well in her heart that even if all the strong members of the Luoyi Sect were to intervene, it might not necessarily be enough to save Jia Yi. More likely, the entire sect would collapse today, never to rise again.

Indeed, the Great Elder of the Luoyi Sect saw the situation clearly; Jia Yi was gravely wounded, and even with their swiftest rescue, it might be too late under Wei Wuji's onslaught. Everything was in the hands of fate now.

Swoosh!

However, just as all the Xuanyue cultivators were grieving over Jia Yi's fate, a fierce whooshing sound suddenly burst forth from within the city, followed by a streak of black light hurtling swiftly towards the center of the battlefield, which seemed to be on the verge of a decisive outcome.

"What is that?"

Due to the incredible speed of the black light, tens of thousands of people, both above and below the city walls, failed at first to identify the nature of the black light, faces alight with astonishment.

However, unlike the cultivators of the Xuanyue Empire, the soldiers of the Youlong and Flying Flower Empires were not overly concerned. In their view, it must have been some Xuanyue cultivator who, not wishing to see Jia Yi die, had no choice but to execute an attack.

But since Jia Yi was already the strongest at the West Gate of the Imperial City, it was unlikely that any attempt by other cultivators would prevent Wei Wuji's next move. The fate of the Luoyi Sect Leader was unlikely to change.

"That is... the Dragon Taming Sword?!"

The first to notice the true nature of that black light was none other than Liu Hanyi, who had just broken through to the early stage of the Spirit Vein Realm. The impression that owner of the wooden sword had left on her was extremely deep.

"Dragon Taming Sword? Could it be that Yun Xiao is back?"

The Great Elder of Luoyi Sect, who had just taken a few steps, suddenly heard this startled cry. Her turbid old eyes also lit up in an instant, for she clearly knew that if that terrifying youth truly returned, then the situation today might just have a chance to be turned around.

Although Luoyi Sect had been uninvolved in external affairs in the past, after the annihilating battle of the Jade Pot Sect, they all knew that the youth named Yun Xiao probably did have the ability to save the day.

On the other hand, the two main figures on the battlefield were unaware of the black light flying in from afar, so their moods were entirely different. The pride on Emperor Wei Wuji's face from the Youlong Empire was almost overflowing.

"From today onwards, Luoyi Sect will cease to exist!"

The complacent Wei Wuji, like a supreme judge, knew that once Jia Yi died, Luoyi Sect would immediately become like scattered sand, easily annihilated with a snap of the fingers.

Swoosh!

Just as Wei Wuji prepared to land the final blow to completely kill Jia Yi, who was heavily injured and unable to move, a sudden sound of air breaking from an angle came, startling him.

"What the hell is that?"

Wei Wuji, who was basking in triumph, caught a glimpse of that black light wooden sword with the corner of his eye for the first time. Though slightly puzzled in his heart, he didn't show the slightest concern on his face.

If it was a divine weapon of Earth Rank strength, perhaps Wei Wuji might be a bit wary, but how could such a dark wooden sword possibly injure him, a cultivator who was a mere half-step from Earth Rank?

In this instant, Wei Wuji obviously forgot the words his beloved son had once told him, which doomed him to the tragedy that would follow.

Unaware of the true details of the wooden sword, Wei Wuji next lazily swiped his hand, intending to directly swat away the black light wooden sword. Witnessing his action, all the cultivators of Luoyi Sect were suddenly filled with a sliver of hope.

"Wei Wuji, don't try to block that thing, dodge quickly!"

However, just as Wei Wuji swung his hand out, a voice came from somewhere - it was Ye Luochen, who was in fierce battle with the Blood Winged Fire-Eyed Lion.

It seemed Ye Luochen, while evenly matched with the Blood Winged Fire-Eyed Lion, was always keenly aware of her surroundings. She would not allow any mishap in this plan, and Wei Wuji's action could very well become the root cause of such an incident.

Even though there was no friendship between Ye Luochen and Wei Wuji, she instinctively shouted a warning as a bystander. Upon realizing that the black light was a wooden sword, she remembered what Ye Shimei had told her after the Hidden Dragon Conference had ended.

In the final battle of the Hidden Dragon Conference, Yun Xiao had used the Dragon Taming Sword to split the Golden Blade Strange Spirit, Jin Wuli, in half. To know the strength of the physical body of a Strange Spirit that had transformed into a golden blade and still could not withstand a single strike from the sword, left a profound impact on everyone.

Indeed, the genius Wei You from the Youlong Empire had also spoken of this to his father after returning to the Empire. Unfortunately, at this moment, Wei Wuji had clearly forgotten.

Only after Ye Luochen's voice had reached his ears did Wei Wuji suddenly startle and remember the origin of this wooden sword. As he pondered it, he, along with the hand that struck towards the Dragon Taming Sword, hastily retreated backward.

But would the well-prepared Dragon Taming Sword let Wei Wuji retreat unscathed? The answer was obviously no!

Just as Wei Wuji tried to withdraw, the inconspicuous black light wooden sword suddenly sped up, and with a swiftness of thunder not coverable by ears, it neatly severed the little finger, ring finger, and middle finger of the Youlong Empire's Emperor.

"Ah!"

Such intense pain, even for someone with Wei Wuji's tolerance, involuntarily led to a painful outcry. Fortunately, he retreated quickly, only losing three fingers. Had he been slower by a fraction, not just these three fingers could have been lost.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The three severed fingers finally fell to the ground, causing the scene to abruptly shake. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers fell deathly silent, all staring dumbly at the Emperor of Youlong Empire, who was holding his right hand and roaring furiously.

It's worth mentioning that the battle between the Blood Winged Fire-Eyed Lion and Ye Luochen also paused momentarily due to this sudden turn of events, and in the beautiful eyes of Empress Ye Luochen, a fiery glint was flashing.

The source of Empress Ye Luochen's excitement was, of course, that black light wooden sword, still dancing in the sky. At that moment, she fantasized about how her combat power would rise if she could get her hands on such an alluring divine weapon.

"It really is the Dragon Taming Sword!"

Compared to Ye Luochen and Wei Wuji, the many cultivators of the Xuanyue Empire atop the West Gate's city wall had finally seen the appearance of the flying wooden sword, leaving no room for doubt.

Thinking of those earth-shattering feats done by the youth named Yun Xiao recently, for some reason, even with tens of thousands of soldiers pressing down from the outside, many cultivators of the Xuanyue Empire felt an inexplicable surge of extreme confidence swell in their hearts.