Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates
Chapter 341 - 339: The Fall of the Yan Family

Chapter 341: Chapter 339: The Fall of the Yan Family

Boom boom boom!

The deafening roars never cease as an endless storm of force sweeps through Yan City, instantly causing the ground to sink, buildings to collapse, and many Martial Artists unable to flee scream as they fall into pools of blood.

The aftermath of a battle involving the strength of the Void Martial Realm is not something ordinary Xuanwu Realm experts can endure. Yan Cangsheng unleashes his powerful strength, saving Yan Zhen from the calamity.

The once dignified and prosperous Yan City has now turned into a somber Chaotic Scene, with a thick scent of blood lingering in the air, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Boom!

Following an even more intense roar, the space trembles, and two figures burst backward from above the Heaven, stopping a thousand steps away.

"Ah, you little bastard! I will make sure you can neither live nor die!" Yan Huazong, witnessing the tragic scene below, feels like a volcano erupting inside him, filling his heart with boundless fury, his eyes shooting out flames of anger.

"I guessed correctly, Yan Huazong not only failed to comprehend the Law Profound Mysteries, but has just reached the Second Level of the Void Martial Realm, his realm not yet stable, his strength not even comparable to the Sect Hierarch of the Nine Nether Sect."

Xiao Ye, enveloped in dazzling Golden Radiance, stands proudly in the void, facing Yan Huazong with a cold sneer on his face, his combat spirit soaring, his fighting spirit high.

He and the Yan Family have reached a point of complete opposition, the fault lying entirely with the latter.

Boom!

At this moment, Yan Huazong raises his head to let out a long howl, his white hair fluttering, his Grotto Heaven behind him drawing in Essence Qi from Ten Directions, causing the void to tremble and a boiling force to pour into Yan Huazong’s body, making him appear as if he were aflame.

This is Yan Huazong raising his power to its Peak, swearing to fight Xiao Ye to the death.

Xiao Ye gazes solemnly at Yan Huazong, his eyes filled with gravity, knowing that the strength of a Void Martial Realm Expert will not deplete, and if the fierce battle continues, even if the opponent’s strength is inferior, it will still be him who loses in the end.

"I must fight quickly and decisively!"

Xiao Ye, not daring to be careless, pushes his Perfect Ten Thousand Refining Golden Body to its limit, his impressive Sword Light crisscrossing, causing even the sky to lose color, the space trembling.

"Heavenly Demon Divine Fist!"

Yan Huazong roars, like a God Demon descending to the world, the magnificent Demonic Qi swirling around his fists, smashing through Xiao Ye’s sharp Sword Light with a punch.

Although Yan Huazong has ascended to the Void Martial Realm, the Eighth Grade Battle Technique is very precious, tightly controlled by various forces on the True Spirit Continent, and he is not qualified to possess it. He now uses a top Seventh Grade Battle Technique he acquired by chance, rarely revealed, but its power is formidable.

His fists, like huge millstones, push through the void, striking Xiao Ye in a momentum.

Boom!

Xiao Ye falls like a meteor, crashing hard into the ruins, creating a huge crater in the ground, dust filling the heavens.

The Perfect Blood Battle Eight Directions is no match for Yan Huazong.

"Great Ancestor, kill him!"

Yan Cangsheng, hiding in the distance, shouts angrily. The Yan Family’s Primordial Energy has been severely damaged by Xiao Ye, and they will definitely fall from the ranks of the Eighteen Great Families, his hatred for Xiao Ye unmistakable.

Without needing Yan Cangsheng’s reminder, Yan Huazong is already stepping towards Xiao Ye’s direction, his surging killing intent sweeping across the Nine-layered Heaven.

"Little bastard, don’t think just because you’re from the Genius Camp you can be arrogant and domineering, I am going to annihilate you now!"

Yan Huazong clenches his fists, an infinite force transforming into a giant hand, covering Xiao Ye’s location completely, like Divine Punishment fiercely descending, its might unrivaled.

"You’re not qualified to kill me yet. This punch is for you – one should never underestimate their opponent because it could cost you your life!"

At that moment, a nimble figure rises from the ground, facing the giant hand with a punch of fiery Fist Light, swirling against the Nine Heavens, thirty-six Domineering Dragons descending to the world, their massive bodies filling the Heaven, breaking through the giant hand, and suppressing Yan Huazong.

Yan Huazong’s punch is weakened by twenty percent by the Ten Thousand Refining Golden Body, the rest resisted by Xiao Ye’s operated strength, so although Xiao Ye appears disheveled, he’s only suffered some minor injuries.

Yan Huazong’s pupils shrink, the power of Xiao Ye’s move far surpassing Blood Battle Eight Directions.

"Little bastard, I didn’t expect you to have such a Combat Technique, but it’s still not enough to contend with me!"

Yan Huazong steps forward in the void, unleashing both fists, the Demonic Qi vast, forming a gigantic Fist Light, causing cracks in the surrounding void, confronting the Domineering Dragon Suppressing Sky Fist directly.

Two overwhelming forces engulf the Heavens, the intense light blinding, lasting a full ten breaths before dispersing.

The thirty-six Domineering Dragons roar, diminishing one by one, and Yan Huazong’s fists’ Demonic Qi also continuously depletes.

When the Domineering Dragons are exhausted, Yan Huazong is also shaken back ten steps before stabilizing his body.

"What an impressive Fist Skill, certainly something this little bastard got from the Genius Camp." Yan Huazong, with a troubled expression, finds himself suppressed in this duel.

He is a genuine expert of the Void Martial Realm, and yet he can’t even handle a Xuanwu Realm Martial Artist, which could only be described as tragic.

"This Combat Technique must consume a lot, let’s see how many times you can use it!" Yan Huazong thinks to himself, his heart settling, his gaze becoming exceedingly gloomy.

"Enough to deal with you!" Xiao Ye quickly moves forward, the four Xuandans in his body shaking, the four types of Xuanwu Power flowing out, transforming into Domineering Dragon Qi in his fists, continuously rushing towards Yan Huazong.

This scene is too shocking, Domineering Dragon Qi filling the entire sky, enveloping Yan Huazong’s figure completely.

This is an extremely consuming tactics, Xiao Ye aims to end the battle in the shortest time possible, otherwise, he would be in danger.

"Snort, when your strength is exhausted, that will be your time of death."

Yan Huazong coldly snorted, standing with his aged body amidst the vast demonic qi, engaging in fierce battle with Xiao Ye, not seeking to have merit, but just to avoid faults, waiting for the moment Xiao Ye’s strength would be exhausted.

"Dad, the ancestor will definitely win, right?" On the ground, Yan Zhen looked up at the battle above the heavens and couldn’t help but ask.

Back then on the Heavenly Mist Peak, Xiao Ye was no match for him. But now, he has far surpassed him, and probably with just one glance, Xiao Ye could annihilate him.

A martial artist from the Endless Sea, possessing such terrifying strength, was truly a miracle.

"Of course, the ancestor will definitely kill this little bastard!" Yan Cangsheng firmly nodded.

After all, if Yan Huazong loses, Yan Family might likely become dust in history, ceasing to exist.

But if Yan Huazong wins and kills Xiao Ye, they will equally face the questioning from King Xingyun, and Xingyun Kingdom will have no place for them anymore.

Thus no matter the outcome, a tragedy for the Yan Family was already sealed.

Thinking of this, Yan Cangsheng was filled with regret in his heart. They should not have opposed Xiao Ye, but now it’s too late to say anything.

Above the heavens.

Xiao Ye went full force, throwing punches one after another, feeling exhilarating and fiercer with each attack, shattering mountains and crushing the void.

This was his first time using his full power so unrestrainedly, even gaining an upper hand, pushing Yan Huazong back again and again. After all, with four Xuandans powering the Domineering Dragon Suppressing Sky Fist, the might reached the threshold of the Eighth Grade Battle Techniques, making Xiao Ye’s current strength surpass Yan Huazong.

"How has this little bastard’s strength not run out yet? This completely defies reality!" Yan Huazong’s heart grew more shocked, even mistakenly thinking that Xiao Ye had advanced to the Void Martial Realm.

How could Yan Huazong imagine that Xiao Ye, with four Xuandans merged into one, had deep and vast strength, not going to be exhausted in a short time?

Yan Huazong was destined to pay the price for his misguided decision.

As time passed, Yan Huazong’s heart grew more panicked, fortunate that he was defending all along so he hadn’t been badly damaged.

In contrast, Xiao Ye indeed fought more vigorously, this intense contrast changed the expression on Yan Cangsheng’s face significantly.

"This is not good, the ancestor is in a bad situation!"

No sooner had the words fallen, the situation in mid-air had changed.

Staying defensive too long leads to loss, and as Yan Huazong’s heart was in disarray, Xiao Ye seized a flaw, landed a heavy punch on him; thirty-six streams of Domineering Dragon Qi engulfed him.

"Impossible, how could I lose!"

Yan Huazong was severely injured, his Grotto Heaven collapsed, making his face pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, heavily slamming into the ground.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

Instantly, a cry of grief erupted below, the martial artists of Yan Family, who were lucky to survive, felt a cold chill throughout their body.

With even Yan Huazong defeated, what could Yan Family use to resist Xiao Ye?

"Don’t come over!"

Yan Huazong, covered in blood, staggeringly stood up, his face full of ash-like despair. Xiao Ye’s punch shattered his internal meridians, almost severing his lifeline.

"Unexpectedly, I, Yan Huazong after advancing to the Void Martial Realm and dominating for an era, would lose to you at last, I am convinced." Yan Huazong’s face was full of sorrow, like a flickering flame in the cold wind.

"Xiao Ye, today I use my life to quell your rage, hoping you would spare the lives of my Yan Family’s kinsmen." Having said that, Yan Huazong’s entire body started glowing, a destructive aura burst forth from within him.

Boom!

The next moment, Yan Huazong’s body exploded, blood and flesh flying across, the sky seemed to rain blood.

Yan Cangsheng and Yan Zhen, with tears in their eyes, clenched their teeth without making a sound, instead, they resentfully looked towards the young figure above the heavens.

Xiao Ye watched all this with an icy gaze.

He could clearly tell, Yan Huazong was already at life’s end, even if he didn’t kill himself, he wouldn’t have survived today.

And what should be done with these people of Yan Family, to spare or to kill?

He wasn’t a demon who relished killing, but he bore a sense of right and wrong; not all Yan Family martial artists deserved to die.

But this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, if he showed mercy, he was certain that it would bring calamity to the Ye Alliance, and indeed to the Xiao Alliance in the future.

He didn’t want tomorrow’s tragedy to be the cost of today’s decision.

"For the sake of family and friends, to cut off future troubles, I’d rather become a merciless demon." Xiao Ye murmured softly, then slowly clenched his fist, staring at the resentment-filled faces of Yan Cangsheng and the others.