CHAPTER 927: CHAPTER 921: ANCIENT DESOLATE DOUBLE SAINTS

The Heavenly Martial Holy Land, the brutal battle continued.

Under the numerous onslaughts, the light of the Sect Protection Array grew dimmer and dimmer, clearly showing its energy had been greatly diminished.

"Forget it, let’s not wait any longer. We’ve delayed too much, let’s take it down together now."

The Chi Mei Demon Saint was getting impatient; attacking for so long without any results was intolerable for him.

"Alright, let’s end this farce and take care of these pitiful insects."

The Sky Ghost Great Saint also grinned, his smile filled with insidiousness.

"Less talking, break the array!"

The Black Dragon Demon Saint swept down from the battleship, pointing a finger skyward. Vast magic power gathered and turned into a colossal magic finger towering towards the sky.

Seeing this, both the Chi Mei Demon Saint and the Sky Ghost Great Saint also made their moves, each launching an offensive attack. The magic power shot out like a bolt, merging into that enormous magic finger.

Under the combined force of the three, the magic finger rapidly expanded, doubling, tripling, growing to five times its original size.

"Go!"

A trace of cruelty appeared in the Black Dragon Demon Saint’s eyes. Then, the gigantic magic finger crashed through the void like a sky-supporting pillar, its tremendous blow crashing onto the gigantic light array under numerous horrified gazes.

Boom!

The entire square, along with the surrounding mountains, seemed to tremble violently at this moment.

Elder Xue let out a low shout, his mind moved, and a surge of strong True Yuan burst forth. However, the moment his True Yuan contacted the gigantic finger, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression dwindling. With his Seventh Grade Martial Saint strength fighting against all-out attacks from three equally matched strong people, it was exceedingly difficult.

"Elder Xue!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land hurried to support him as they saw he was injured.

Buzzing.

The array trembled continuously, and as everyone witnessed this, despair began to rise in their eyes. In the square, Fei Yue’s delicate face tightened as she grasped Xue Lingzi’s sleeve.

"Senior brother, it seems we’re going to die here today."

Despair surfaced in Fei Yue’s beautiful eyes.

"If we’re to die, so be it. But before dying, we should drag some down with us."

Xue Lingzi shook his head, showing no fear.

Bam!

Finally, the array couldn’t withstand the attacks from the three Seventh Grade Martial Saints. With one last shudder, it turned into countless light fragments and exploded, announcing the collapse of the capital’s last defense.

The gigantic finger smashed through the defense, still mighty and unyielding, mercilessly crashing toward everyone in the square. Judging by its momentum, no one could escape if it hit.

Everyone gazed at the rapidly magnifying gigantic finger in their eyes, despair rising on their faces. After a bitter struggle, was this the inescapable end?

Su Ying stood with Ye Tianxiong, sighing lightly before looking up at the approaching gigantic finger. So, it was going to end like this...

What a pity, in the final moments of life, she couldn’t reunite with her son. Ye Tianxiong also sighed; if the Heavenly Martial Holy Land were obliterated, the Ye family too would cease to exist.

"Xuaner, that kid, who knows how he’s doing now. Grandpa’s dying, and he doesn’t even come to see me off. Truly an unfilial boy."

Looking into the sky, Ye Tianxiong smiled. Suddenly, he seemed to see a familiar figure appearing beneath the gigantic magic finger as space distorted.

"Is that?"

Ye Tianxiong and Su Ying’s pupils shrank sharply, doubting their eyes. Could that figure possibly be Ye Xuan?

In the square, countless confused gazes were raised to the sky, and then the expressions on their faces slowly solidified.

In the sky, a slender figure stood with hands behind his back. The gigantic magic finger hovered a mere meter above his head, unable to descend. Suddenly, they all witnessed Ye Xuan extending his palm, fiercely striking the magic finger.

The seemingly unstoppable magic finger was inexplicably blasted away by Ye Xuan’s palm, exploding in the back mountain of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land with a thunderous crash.

The combined attack of the three Seventh Grade Martial Saints from the Demon Clan was neutralized by him alone?

An eerie silence reigned over the sky, even the distant sounds of battle halted abruptly at that moment.

The crowd in the square stood stupefied, looking at the slender figure, failing to react for a long time. Had they been saved?

"Thank you, senior, for your great aid!"

Led by Elder Xue, the people of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land realized what had transpired and prepared to perform a formal kneeling ceremony.

"Supreme Elder, Master, I cannot bear such a grand ceremony."

A lighthearted laugh came from the sky. Elder Xue and Yu stiffened, trembling as they stared at the figure in the sky, eyes filled with disbelief and excitement.

This young man was none other than Ye Xuan, but who else could he be?

To single-handedly dissolve the terrifying offensive from three Seventh Grade Martial Saints, this level of power was far beyond that of a youth who had just broken through to the Martial Saint Realm.

"Grandfather, Mother, Xuaner is back."

Ye Xuan descended from the sky and saw Su Ying and Ye Tianxiong, feeling a long-lost warmth rise in his heart.

"You lousy boy, if you were even a bit later, your mother and I wouldn’t have gotten to see you."

Tears glistened in Ye Tianxiong’s aged eyes.

"It’s Xuaner’s fault for being unfilial."

This situation was indeed perplexing. Had it not been for his Emperor’s Eye foreseeing the scene here, he truly might have arrived too late.

"It’s okay, as long as you’re back."

Su Ying, who was rarely emotional, now held Ye Xuan’s hand, nearly breaking into tears.

For Ye Xuan, Su Ying was only a mother in this life, but to her, he was her only son.

"Alas."

Ye Xuan let Su Ying hold his hand, letting out a gentle sigh.

"Boy, have you reminisced enough?"

At that moment, the impatient voice of the Black Dragon Demon Saint suddenly came from above.

Upon hearing this, Su Ying, Ye Tianxiong, and the others also changed their expressions slightly, realizing they were still amidst a war despite the recent joy.

"Noisy thing, Ancient Desolate Double Saints, make him be quiet." Feeling the change in atmosphere, Ye Xuan’s face darkened slightly, then commanded the two elder men.

"As you command."

Upon receiving the order, the Ancient Desolate Double Saints immediately released a majestic aura, shooting out like two beams of extreme light.

"These two are actually Seventh Grade Martial Saints!"

Whether it was on Elder Xue and Yu’s side or the three Chi Mei Demon Saints, they were all shocked. They never expected the two unassuming old men beside Ye Xuan to be such powerful beings.