65: Chapter 61 Ember Ending Lance_1 65: Chapter 61 Ember Ending Lance_1 The Fang Family ancestral hall was protected by its own formation, but they were reluctant to use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, activating it consumed Path Origin Stones, precious items that the Fang Family had in limited stock; to use one was to lose one.

However, at this moment, faced with the infamous Soul Eater, the white-haired elder could not dare to close his eyes even in death.

He could not imagine, if he himself had been instantly killed, how much longer the rest of the Fang Family could hold out.

Would those few Revered Ones that the Fang Family supported truly risk their lives for the sake of the Fang Family?

This ancestral hall enshrined the forebears and ancestors of the Fang Family, representing the roots of the Fang lineage.

So even if he were to die, he must do something before he truly passed away.

He pinned his hopes on the Crane Spirit Formation that had guarded the Fang Family ancestral hall for years, hoping it could trap Xiong Wen.

At best, he hoped it would last until the Path Origin Stones ran out of energy.

By then, the news would surely have reached the City Lord’s manor.

He believed Wei Quchibi, though strict and almost harsh, would not hold back in a matter of right and wrong.

The Fang Family would be saved!

The white-haired elder, whose heart had been gouged out, had died, yet his eyes remained wide open, gazing straight at the night sky, unblinkingly.

Xiong Wen was furious, but also shaken in spirit.

Famous for his notoriety, he had survived countless pursuits.

Shifting his hiding places randomly was his habit, because if even he himself didn’t know where he would hide next, the ones hunting him would be even less able to predict.

But he never expected that such an ordinary behavior of randomly changing his hiding spot would lead to consecutive accidents.

He remembered the face of that young swordsman but finally decided it was time to leave.

While in Fenglin City, he had to restrain his murderous intent for now.

However, the Crane Spirit Formation did not care about his thoughts.

Within the entire area covered by the formation, only Xiong Wen was so fiercely overwhelmed.

The crane spirit shadow above the clear light at the top, with a flap of its wings, screeched and charged straight towards Xiong Wen.

Xiong Wen’s body was instantly shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

He leaped into the air, with flames of blood kindling above his fists.

Wherever the blood mist touched, the ground decayed to black, and fallen leaves rotted.

As the blood flames burned, it seemed as if the very air was dissipating.

And with that fist, clad in blood flames, he brutally and fiercely collided with the sharp beak of the crane spirit!

The crane spirit shadow disintegrated in an instant, and the clear light that enveloped the Fang Family’s ancestral hall dissipated as well.

The commotion of the battle inside the hall alarmed many people.

The first to arrive were two Revered Ones from the Fang Family, both Ninth Grade Roaming Meridian Realm Cultivators, followed by the nearby Fang Family guards.

But they all stopped at a distance, deterred by the figure in mid-air that had defeated the crane spirit, not daring to step forward.

That strong man, shrouded in blood mist with fists wrapped in blood flames, only glanced down at them once, his gaze repressed but fiercely cruel and violent.

Given Xiong Wen’s nature, he would have certainly killed all those present, but he knew how to prioritize; thus, suddenly the blood flames dissipated, the blood mist vanished, and his body plummeted to the ground as if it was a stone, merging into the shadows and disappearing from everyone’s sight.

All around the Fang Family ancestral hall was a dead silence.

Not even a pretense of a shout dared to be raised.

Fang Zehou and his son had naturally also rushed to the scene, but they too were silent as if they were statues.

The Fang Family was one of the three great families of Fenglin City, possessing their own pride and authority.

Yet in the face of such a powerful figure as Xiong Wen, they were so frail they could not withstand a single blow.

Xiong Wen had stormed into their clan’s ancestral hall, killed their guardian, and broken their protective formation, and all they could do was watch helplessly.

This night was filled with such disgrace, large swathes of inky darkness soaking the sky, all the people quiet as if part of a backdrop.

A spark of light appeared.

The spark was faint, like when a sudden crackling log in a fire pit sends out a little spark.

But it brought a glimmer to this night.

Only then did a deafening roar follow.

Only then did the crowd see clearly that the spark was not really a spark but the tip of a long lance.

The whole lance pierced through the night, its butt end held in a strong, slender hand, leading to a man with dark hair billowing like ink, with a countenance so sharp it was nearly impossible to look directly at.

It was unclear whether the lance carried him or he propelled the lance, but together they plunged from the night sky to the ground with a posture that seemed to pierce through the darkness!

The shadow was shattered.

The Soul Eater Xiong Wen leaped from the fragmented shadow, his body suddenly generating a surge of blood mist, yet his voice was through gritted teeth, “Zhu Weiwo!”
He is none other than Zhu Weiwo!

This lance is the renowned Ember Ending Lance of Qinghe County.

Xiong Wen let out a bizarre howl, and suddenly, tears of blood dripped down from his eyes.

From Sanshan City to Fenglin City, he had clashed with Zhu Weiwo no less than ten times.

From the initial disdain to the later cautiousness and vigilance, and now, even a hint of fear he would never admit to himself.

This fellow’s strength had increased too rapidly, almost leaping tiers with each battle.

Otherwise, why would he, the formidable Soul Eater Demon Xiong Wen, be reduced to hiding and fleeing?

At this moment, with Zhu Weiwo’s lance forcing him out, Xiong Wen chose to fight for his life without hesitation.

As the blood tears fell, the blood flame that previously covered only his fists suddenly surged, enveloping his entire body.

But Zhu Weiwo merely responded with a defiant smile, “Caught you!”
Leaning forward, he flicks his wrist lightly, and the lance buried in the ground springs up.

The ground, with the tip of his lance as the focal point, cracks open and a straight line of shattered tiles and dirt rises up as if a dragon is turning over.

Xiong Wen stepped forward through the air, shrouded in blood flame, disregarding the earth dragon tumbling towards him.

All the broken tiles and dirt were corroded to nothingness the moment they touched the blood flame.

The Soul Eater Blood Flame of the Blood River Sect was that bizarre and domineering.

Of course, its most terrifying feature lies in the ‘Soul Eater.’ And at this moment, Xiong Wen, with the life-risking secret technique Dujuan Weeping Blood enhancing him, his power surged by sevenfold!

Facing such an all-out assault from Xiong Wen, Zhu Weiwo neither dodged nor evaded.

With a flick of his hand, his lance pointed at Xiong Wen, facing him head-on.

“The beautiful Dujuan Weeping Blood, butchered by your hideous shout!”

Instead, he charged!

In an instant, flames exploded from the tip of the lance, creating a sea of fire under the night sky.

Zhu Weiwo charged forward engulfed in the sea of fire.

When the blood flame collided with the sea of fire, lance and fist clashed.

Zhu Weiwo and Xiong Wen, both exerting their full strength in struggle!

Xiong Wen faced west with his back to the east, while Zhu Weiwo faced east with his back to the west.

Xiong Wen dove down from above, and Zhu Weiwo thrust upward from below.

As they faced each other, a decisive battle ensued!

The outcome hinged on a moment.

The blood flame was extinguished by the sea of fire, yet the whole sea of fire was also greatly corroded upon contact.

But after all, the victory was already determined.

The confrontation, which began the first time Xiong Wen chose to flee, had already set the end in motion.

The sea of fire rolled forward swiftly, forcing Xiong Wen to retreat explosively.

Singed by the flames, his black robe burnt away to reveal his glaring bald head.

His eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were all bleeding, rendering his already fierce face even more hideous and terrifying.

He retreated with all his might, but kept his gaze fixated on Zhu Weiwo’s eyes.

At this moment, he dared not turn his back.

Back when he caused an uproar in Sanshan City, shaking off the Procuratorate, he was already seriously injured.

But this solitary spear-wielding man had latched onto him.

After a few exchanges, sensing something was amiss, he decided to escape and heal.

But Zhu Weiwo, like a maggot clinging to bone, was impossible to shake off.

Ever since Sanshan City, he had been constantly fleeing, with no time to heal his wounds.

Always with old wounds not yet mended and new ones added, his injuries had become this severe.

He resolved that if he could escape this time, he would abandon all pride and desire for freedom, and beg the boss to save his life.

He would want to wash Fenglin City in blood, annihilate all eighteen generations of Zhu Weiwo’s ancestors and that sneaky little thief with a sword, vowing to slaughter his entire lineage!

With a tempest raging in his mind and deep resentment in his heart, Xiong Wen kept his gaze locked on Zhu Weiwo’s eyes.

Within those keen eyes, sharp as the lance’s point, he saw a streak of purple.

Purple Qi Eastward!

When the Son of Heaven draws his sword, the purple qi comes from the east, and the lords look westward!

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