Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 1259 - Chapter 64 The Tribe Is Going to Fall



Chapter 1259 - Chapter 64 The Tribe Is Going to Fall

Chapter 64 The Tribe Is Going to Fall

Xing Mo thought that the first step of his plan to dominate the Primordial World was about to be completed.

“Rong Zun, Rong Zhan, haha, you’ll die today. Don’t worry. We will make good use of the Nine Spirits Tribe and never let you feel wasted.”

“Tsk tsk…”

Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai approached step by step, looking at the two people in front of them as if they were dead.

Rong Zun and Rong Zhan turned grave. They hadn’t expected things to turn out this way.

What pained Rong Zun the most was that his third son, whom he had doted on and was even proud of, was the culprit behind this tragedy.

“No!

“Why didn’t I notice it earlier? Why…

“But it’s useless to think about this now. I need to think about how to solve the current predicament first.”

Both Rong Zun and Rong Zhan were patriarchs. Having dealt with the Evil Yang Tribe for so many years, they naturally understood that as long as Xing Mo gained control of the Nine Spirits Tribe, it would sooner or later become his pawn to attack other super tribes, and it would be used as cannon fodder.

When that happened, the Nine Spirits Tribe would no longer exist and would become history.

“No, I can’t let them do this!

“We can’t have our great tribe decline just like this!”

Rong Zun and Rong Zhan looked at each other and nodded slightly. Blood kept dripping from the corners of their mouths. The injuries in their bodies were still serious, but their eyes were extremely determined as they looked at Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai in front of them.

They didn’t need to communicate. With just a glance, they knew what each other was thinking.

They would rather die than live in disgrace.

Even if the two of them were to perish today, they would absolutely not let Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai off easily.

The two struggled to their feet as they stood in the air. They stared coldly at their opponents as if they wanted to fight to the death and perish together with them.

But at this time, below them, in the Imperial Palace, there were sudden roars. “What bastards! Kill Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai! Kill them!”

The voices were vast and mighty, shaking heaven and earth.

Rong Zhan and Rong Zun lowered their heads and stared in shock for a moment, their eyes filled with gratification, regret, and unwillingness.

In the Imperial Palace, three or four hundred imperial guards in silver armor and long spears in their hands marched over in an orderly and imposing manner.

Countless martial artists flew over from the city and stood in front of the Martial Telling Gate. There were martial artists of various realms, such as the Martial Emperor Realm, the Martial Sage Realm, the Martial Grand Emperor Realm, and even the God Realm and the True Immortal Realm.

When they saw their patriarchs being injured to such an extent by their enemies, Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai, they were unable to contain their anger. One by one, they became vicious and hostile, ready to fight.

These people either worshipped their patriarchs very much or were concerned about the tribe. They didn’t want the Evil Yang Tribe, their arch enemy, to gain control of their tribe, or they had pure hatred for the Evil Yang Tribe.

At the same time, the Crown Prince, Rong Fu, finally made his move when he saw the patriarchs in danger.

He drew out his silver sword and stared at Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai with an oppressive aura. He shouted. “All of you are brave warriors. Accompany me in killing Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai to rescue His Majesty and Emperor Emeritus!”

The Crown Prince, Rong Fu, knew that what they were doing was stupid and that they would get themselves killed because of this. But even so, he still decided to do it.

He might be doing it for his father and grandfather. He also might be doing it because he would be in danger after his father and grandfather were killed. He might be fighting for the sake of the fate of the Nine Spirits Tribe. Anyway, at this moment, he was ready to fight side by side with his father and grandfather. He would have no regrets even if he died.

“Kill Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai! Kill them!”

“Save His Majesty and Emperor Emeritus…”

The look on the faces of the guests and guards of the Crown Prince’s Mansion became fierce. They raised the weapons in their hands and shouted angrily with the imperial guards and the masters in the city.

Long Hong no longer paid attention to the Third Prince, Rong Si. He landed directly in the middle of the group and stood at the very front.

For everyone, the Third Prince, Rong Si, was now like a contemptible clown, who was irrelevant. Their enemies were the two people from the Evil Yang Tribe in the sky.

Killing intent shot into the sky. Even though there were only two to three thousand people shouting, it was like the furious howls and roars of a million formidable troops, causing others to tremble with fear.

“Charge!”

Countless fighters, imperial guards, guests of the Crown Prince’s Mansion, and guards gathered in the city to fight against the two men in the Eternal Realm.

They surged to a certain area and rose into the air, transforming into streaks of light that shot backward like shooting stars. They were dazzling and resplendent as they drew out afterimages and shot forward.

Swords, sabers, spears, halberds… All kinds of weapons were shown, and all kinds of auras burst out. Many figures rushed straight to Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai.

Without the slightest hesitation or holding back, they attacked with their full strength.

“Tsk tsk, not bad. Are you trying to kill us? Good, you have the courage…” Xing Mo looked at the many resistance that surged over. He nodded before shaking his head and revealing a cold smile. “However, you are brave but not resourceful. It is useless even if you have a million people fighting against us!”

“Die!” Pei Qi’ai was even more direct. After he shouted loudly, he made a grabbing motion with his right hand, and a one-meter-long jade green bamboo sword appeared in his hand.

The word “die” had yet to fade. It was like the sound of a devil, echoing in everyone’s hearts.

With a turn of his wrist, the divine weapon moved. Flowery sword shadows appeared, dancing wildly, and sword radiance flickered.

Sword Light flashed. Along with his movements, sword Qi burst out in an instant and cut through the air. His killing momentum was incredibly mighty.

Terrifying roars filled the air. The wisp of the sword Qi turned into two, and then three and more. Endless sword Qi tore through the air, blotted out the sky, and covered the sky above everyone.

The endless sword Qi cut through the sky.

The crowd, who had just rushed into the sky, looked up at the sword Qi with horror in their eyes. There was no way to avoid so much sword Qi, and each wisp of it was as fast as a meteor.

Without any hesitation, everyone stopped in the air and waved the weapons in their hands. Lights burst out and formed layers of defensive shields, trying to block the overwhelming and surging sword Qi.

Eternal Realm Middle Stage martial artists were indeed powerful and terrifying.

With a casual move, Pei Qi’ai blocked everyone’s figures, forcing them to block with all their might.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Explosions rang out continuously like thunder. Although many people joined forces to block the terrifying sword Qi, some of them were still hit by it and their defenses were directly broken. Their heads, chests, arms, and bright red blood dripped down from the sky like a misty drizzle.

Some low-level martial artists were directly cut into pieces by the sword Qi and fell to the ground directly.

It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

But even then, Pei Qi’ai and Xing Mo were unable to stop everyone. Since those soldiers were able to arrive here, they were clearly aware of how terrifying their opponents would be, and it was even to the extent that they’d disregarded their living a long time ago.

Seeing the death of some of their companions could only make them angrier, and their eyes turned red.

“Charge!”

“Kill them!”

The loud shouts were like waves, each louder than the last, resounding through heaven and earth.

The soldiers stepped forward at the same time and unleashed incomparably powerful attacks.

Space became incomparably violent. Heaven and earth seemed to be roiling.

“Kill them!”

“Kill them!”

The piercingly cold wind was incomparably bleak. Everyone’s expressions were solemn as they charged into the sky. All of their strength erupted at this moment as they charged toward Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai.

They could only attack. There was no defense or retreat.

Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai sneered. Since these people in front of them didn’t know their place, they did not mind killing them. “Anyway, when we take over the Nine Spirits Tribe in the future, we will definitely kill some stupid guys first. Now we can kill some of them as a warning to others!

“We’ll kill all these people, including their patriarchs and guardians. Let’s see how many people from the Nine Spirits Tribe are stupid enough to come up and try to attack us!”

Terrifying attacks arrived in the blink of an eye.

The two men laughed and took a step forward. They joined forces to slash rifts in the void, blocking the surging attacks.

Then, like tigers in a flock of sheep, like Killing Gods descending into the world, they began their slaughter.

One by one, the people of the Nine Spirits Tribe could not escape from their attacks and were killed by them. They turned into warm corpses and fell to the ground.

Shrill cries echoed through the air like a mournful tune.

Heads fell, limbs were cut off, blood burst out, and corpses were everywhere.

A shocking slaughter occurred in the sky.

Those living people were slaughtered one by one by Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai, the two executioners.

At this moment, even the sky was dyed red by blood. A rain of blood descended, and the blood converged into a river that flowed silently within the Imperial Palace and city.

This scene was incomparably tragic. It was like this region had become a living hell, a purgatory of Asuras, and it made people tremble with fear.

However, the people of the Nine Spirits Tribe were not afraid of death. Their eyes were bloodthirsty and ice-cold. They were furious that their eyes turned red. One after another, they rushed to the two people.

Even though their opponents were like dragons, and their allies were like ants, and no matter how many ants there were, they were unable to pose any threat to the dragons, they still refused to yield in the slightest and charged forward resolutely.

Those people’s strength was below the Eternal Realm. They were like moths flying into the fire to fight against the masters in the Eternal Realm. Even if someone rushed into the void and blew himself up, the damage he could do to Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai didn’t matter to them.

But those people would rather die than live under the threat of Xing Mo of the Evil Yang Tribe. Maybe this was the so-called would rather die than yield.

The eyes of Rong Zun and Rong Zhan had long turned blood-red as they watched the group of people fall powerlessly to the ground after unleashing their final blows.

Dazzling sunlight shone down on the two of them, but they did not feel any warmth. There was only endless desolation and coldness in their hearts.

These people were the most loyal to the people of the Nine Spirits Tribe. They had parents and brothers. They were supposed to be living happily and training in peace. Maybe they could not have become important masters, but at least they would still be alive. However, with the invasion of Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai, those living people fell into the sea of blood one after another and closed their eyes forever, turning into ice-cold corpses.

Rong Zun and Rong Zhan had never felt so cold before.

Their hatred for the Evil Yang Tribe, Xing Mo, and Pei Qi’ai had also become extremely strong.

However, they were currently seriously injured. Even if they attacked, they would not be able to stop Xing Mo and Pei Qi’ai’s killing. All they could do was watch.


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