Chapter 149
Alex’s thoughts settled. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and smile curling into place.
This sudden, profoundly meaningful smile caused the Evergreat Sword Ancestor to feel somewhat bewildered. He had been occupying the upper hand the entire time.
"You brat, could it be this old man has beaten you silly?"
"No." Alex smiled mockingly. "It means your doomsday has arrived."
Facing the incoming strike, he did not choose to continue dodging. Instead, he instantly teleported several meters back and violently hurled the Purple Cloud Demon Sword from his hand.
The treasured sword spun rapidly in mid-air. Forming a sword intent like a howling astral wind. Blasting fiercely toward the Evergreat Sword Ancestor.
The old man froze for a moment. Then let out a disdainful scoff, waving his hand to summon sword intent to defend.
"To think this old man admired you so much, yet you panicked enough to use such a completely chaotic and unstructured move."
"Such a perfect physical body controlled by such a stupid brain. What a reckless waste of heavenly treasures."
The crowd watching from the divine tree were also dumbfounded.
"What kind of move is this?"
"This Alex directly threw away his own weapon. How is he going to defend against Ancestor Evergreat’s attacks later?"
"No!" Iris’s pupils shrank, terror in her voice. "Could it be... he has already found a method to deal with the Ancestor?!"
The crowd saw clearly. After throwing his sword, Alex didn’t pause for even half a moment. He leaped and dove down. Heading straight for the hilts of the two Swords of the Martial Ancestor on the ground.
Meanwhile, the Evergreat Sword Ancestor was still dealing with that wind sword intent. Fundamentally unable to intercept him.
Seeing Alex’s objective so clear, the Ancestor who had been unhurried and calm just a moment ago couldn’t help but reveal panic.
"Has this brat gone mad?!"
"Quick, stop him!"
Left Protector Mystic Day and Right Protector Profound Night rushed forward to intercept.
"Scram!" Alex sank his energy to his dantian and let out an explosive shout. Left Protector Mystic Day’s entire body trembled violently, bleeding from his seven orifices.
He plummeted to the ground. Dead.
"You, you..." Seeing his companion vibrated to death alive, Right Protector Profound Night’s expression changed drastically.
But before he could defend, Alex stretched out his arm. Firmly clamped him under his armpit. Just like holding a little chick. The man was rendered completely unable to move.
"Let... let go..." Right Protector Profound Night continuously spat blood. Struggling with all his might.
Yet he couldn’t break free in the slightest.
Before the final word left his mouth, his meridians were shattered by Alex’s divine strength. He breathed his last.
This terrifying display made the entire audience keep quiet out of sheer fear. Vincent, Lone, and the others hanging on the divine tree were all enveloped in dense despair.
Setting aside their identities as Protectors... These were two Supreme Realm powerhouses. Exceedingly rare in the current world.
Crushing one Supreme under his arm. Shouting another Supreme to death.
Furthermore, these were the senior predecessors of the Divine Blade Sect. The famous Left and Right Protectors. Both with cultivation realms above Vincent, the current number two of the sect. Yet in front of Alex, dealing with them was as simple as pinching two ants to death.
This was the terrifying strength of the Hale family’s Saint Lord. Looking down on the world with disdain. Peerless and unmatched.
Pity the Left Protector Mystic Day and Right Protector Profound Night. Originally immersed in the joy of reappearing in the world alongside the Evergreat Sword Ancestor.
In the blink of an eye, they became tragic souls used by Alex to violently intimidate the entire Divine Blade Sect.
"Brat, don’t even think about succeeding!" The Evergreat Sword Ancestor finally dissolved the sword intent. Enraged to the point his eye sockets nearly tore apart.
He waved his hand and blasted out a cluster of deep purple demonic essence, intending to obliterate Alex directly.
"Demonic essence?" Alex froze slightly. A profoundly meaningful smile in his eyes. He casually tossed out the corpse of Right Protector Profound Night.
Demonic essence and corpse collided in mid-air. A terrifying shockwave erupted instantly.
All the sword intent within Right Protector Profound Night’s body was released. Condensing into streaks of ink-black sword beams that shot out in all directions across Sunblaze Peak.
Facing this unprovoked disaster falling from the sky, the disciples hurriedly dodged left and right.
Anyone whose movements were even slightly slow, or the disciples knocked unconscious earlier, would instantly be annihilated into fine powder upon contact with the demonic essence.
Vincent and the other elders and deacons were hung on the divine tree. Unable to move.
They could only stay amidst this hail of destruction. Feeling streaks of sword beams brush past them. Listening to the shrill, miserable screams around them. Absolute, hair-raising terror.
Alex steadily narrowed his eyes. Descending straight from the sky. Landing firmly by the two Swords of the Martial Ancestor.
Without hesitation, he reached out with both hands and tightly grasped the hilts.
Boom!
A curtain of white light shot up into the sky, completely enveloping Alex’s entire body within it.
The Evergreat Sword Ancestor’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly teleported forward to stop him.
But the instant his fingers touched the light curtain, he was violently blasted back a dozen meters.
"This, this..." The originally insufferably arrogant Ancestor was actually full of terror at this moment. Entire body trembling violently.
This curtain of white light was so familiar to him. Just like a lingering nightmare.
It was exactly the power belonging to the Martial Ancestor.
"I didn’t expect that back then, not only did the Martial Ancestor use two treasured swords to seal this old man, but he also poured his own sword intent and cultivation into them. Leaving them for his descendants to continue dealing with this old man."
"This old bastard, if I catch you, I must tear your corpse into ten thousand pieces..."