Chapter 1686: 139: I Am Martial Ancestor!

Chapter 1686: Chapter 139: I Am Martial Ancestor!

Wanfa Peak.

Inside Pearl Dungeon.

Wang Ba, dressed in a blue robe without any fluctuation of mana aura, gazes calmly at the ‘self’ opposite him, the pure white phantom almost faint to the point of invisibility, yet still showing a clear outline.

In his eyes, there’s a hint of detachment and contemplation:

“As expected, the biggest challenge in merging with the Ice Daoist lies in the final seamless integration…”

“But I have already severed all emotions using the ‘Taishang Emotion-refining’, and practiced the Dharma inferred by the Sea Pearl. Normally, it should be completely consistent with the Ice Daoist.”

“In the end, what is missing?”

The slightly cracked Class V Sea Pearl rotates up and down beside him, its dark blue brilliance continually shifting, yet ultimately failing to derive a corresponding solution.

Wang Ba’s thoughts gradually comb through everything of himself, yet ultimately still cannot identify the key point obstructing the final fusion.

At this moment, a thought suddenly stirs within him, vaguely perceiving something.

The next moment.

The pure white phantom before him vanishes instantly.

Then his figure swiftly flies out of the Pearl Dungeon, standing atop Wanfa Peak, gazing remotely towards the north.

In his indifferent eyes, there’s still not a trace of emotion.

He whispers softly:

“Wang Xu…”

…

At the same time.

Yan.

Primitive Demonic Sect, Evergoat Divine Mountain.

The blood-red coarse Undying divine tree elevates the entire ground high.

The winding and twisting tree trunk resembles a giant demon coiled on the blood river-surrounded land.

In the high sky before the Divine Mountain, an elder with white hair, yet standing like a dragon coiled and tiger crouched in mid-air, looks down with an unrestrained gaze, his eyes brimming with brilliant light.

Under his gaze, a figure slowly emerges from the towering Divine Mountain, dressed in blue with white hair, his appearance hale and hearty, his stature instantly aligning with the elder opposite, only to slightly frown at this moment:

“Martial Ancestor Wang Xu? What brings you to our Holy Sect?”

“Naturally, I come seeking you…Han Yanzi.”

Opposite, Wang Xu looks at the elder in blue before him, stating calmly.

“Seeking me?”

Han Yanzi’s brows furrow deeper:

“Why? It seems we have no interactions.”

Wang Xu slightly shakes his head:

“You are currently the only Refining Void Cultivator in the entire Little Cang World… Only by killing you can our Martial Kingdom truly unite the Little Cang World and end the era of cultivators ruling it!”

“Kill me?”

Upon hearing this, a trace of anger instantly appears in Han Yanzi’s eyes:

“Killing me could end the era of cultivators? Absurd!”

“Besides, who told you, inside the Little Cang World, there’s only me as a Refining Void?”

“Ye Cangsheng and Hui Yunzi of Wanxiang Sect… They are also Refining Voids, why don’t you seek them? Why cause trouble for me!”

Wang Xu slowly reveals a thin smile, a smile tinged with undeniable determination:

“I can’t find them, nor am I interested… Let’s not waste time, you are a Class VI cultivator, and as a Class V True Martial cultivator challenging you, could it be you lack the courage to accept?”

“I…”

For a moment, Han Yanzi is somewhat exasperated by these words.

What kind of talk is this?

If he can’t find others, just cause trouble for him?

In this Martial Ancestor Wang Xu’s eyes, is he merely an easy target, a pushover?

Though annoyed at heart, he still maintains some rationality:

“No… He is the Son of Heaven’s Mandate, if I behead him now, I’ll have no chance for Cultivation Ascension!”

The Son of Heaven’s Mandate, blessed with great fortune, if slain by him, would thwart his idea to ascend through him, something he absolutely can’t accept.

With an already limited lifespan, further turmoil would truly leave no hope.

Thinking this in his heart, Han Yanzi, with a stern face, coldly says:

“I don’t wish to dispute with you, leave quickly, don’t walk down a path of destruction!”

Hearing this, Wang Xu can’t help but sigh lightly.

In this instant, his gaze becomes extremely sharp, looking at Han Yanzi, his voice low:

“If that’s the case…”

Before the words fall, he raises his hand, making a throwing motion!

The cloth robe billows!

A terrifying blood energy surges like waves, instantly gushing out from the seams of the robe, transforming into a blood-colored spear filled with layers of special penny in his grasp, forcefully casting it towards Han Yanzi!

Boom!

The blood-colored spear pierces the void, with black holes rapidly emerging around the spear!

Almost instantly, it passes through Han Yanzi’s body.

Swish——

The figure of Han Yanzi quietly appears not far off to the side.

However, at this moment, he can’t help but look grimly as he looks down at the torn corner of his blue robe, in his eyes an almost uncontrollable shock and anger, clenching his teeth to suppress the fury in his heart:

“Wang! Xu!”

“Do you truly think that I am easy to bully?!”

In the distant mid-air, Wang Xu’s gaze sweeps over the unobtrusive hole on Han Yanzi’s robe hem, and his heart can’t help but sink.

This Han Yanzi seems to be far more profound and unfathomable than he had previously understood.

Though thinking these thoughts in his heart, his appearance remains utterly calm and once again he conjures a blood-colored spear, hurling it towards the opposite direction!

Swish!

The blood-colored spear whistles sharply, shooting towards Han Yanzi.

A deep anger finally flashes across Han Yanzi’s face, and he cannot resist extending his hand, but ultimately restrains himself and evades swiftly.

In his eyes, harsh gleam flickers, shouting lowly:

“Wang Xu! Don’t be obstinately persistent!”

With a placid demeanor, Wang Xu directly interrupts Han Yanzi’s words:

“Why waste words?”