Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 1128 The Pattern Will Change! (First Update)

Chapter 1128: 1128 The Pattern Will Change! (First Update)

"Thank you, senior." Jin Shanshun immediately expressed his gratitude with a bow.

Jin Wanshan breathed a sigh of relief and also thanked, "It’s fortunate, brother, that you acted in time."

The one who killed Mu Tianxing was none other than the formidable cultivator of Yunxia Peak, whom Ye Qiu had coincidentally encountered and rescued back then, the Loose Cultivator Martial Artist.

Since that day when Ye Qiu averted the crisis for the Jin Clan, and the strong cultivator of Yunxia Peak left his contact information and departed, Jin Wanshan, after receiving the supreme Crystal Stone sent by Ye Qiu, had been pondering how to cultivate more experts. When many within the Jin Clan were elevated, Jin Wanshan thought of the strong cultivator of Yunxia Peak. Following the contact information, he secretly found the Yunxia Peak cultivator, leaving some supreme Crystal Stones and elixirs.

This was also the first time Jin Wanshan saw the cultivator from Yunxia Peak since that day.

Unexpectedly, his one action ended up saving his son. At this moment, Jin Wanshan was filled with emotion.

"Had it not been for Young Master Ye tangling with him for a while, I wouldn’t have succeeded so easily. If Young Master Ye hadn’t caused him to relax his guard for a split second, it would have been extremely difficult to kill him." The cultivator from Yunxia Peak said with a faint smile.

At this time, Jin Wanshan looked at Ye Qiu, nodded, and Jin Zhimo appeared to understand and no longer blamed Ye Qiu.

Otherwise, if Ye Qiu had been truly indifferent and let Mu Tianxing kill Jin Shanshun, the Jin Clan would certainly not have taken action against the three ancient clans.

Mu Tianxing was dead, lying there with his head separated from his body, a bloodstained sight, portraying an unwilling demise.

All the disciples of the Mu Clan around were shocked as if their souls had left their bodies, with Mu Cannan the most shaken—after all, the clan leader of their generation in the Mu Clan had fallen in battle here.

It’s over!

First, an Ancestor fell, and now the clan leader is dead; the Mu Clan, having lost two pillars, how could they stand in the ancient land from now on?

Gazing at the figure in the sky, Mu Cannan was filled with a sense of helplessness. Seeking revenge against Ye Qiu, how much longer would he need to cultivate to catch up or even surpass Ye Qiu?

"Unbeatable."

The Ye Qiu before him was utterly invincible. Mu Cannan no longer wanted to engage in futile battles and immediately withdrew from the crowd, ceasing all exchanges with the Jin Clan.

Without a guiding core, the disciples of the Mu Clan’s morale shattered in an instant. Seeing this, Jin Wanshan, Jin Shanshun, and others would not let the opportunity slip, especially with the help of the Yunxia Peak cultivator.

Kill!

The military might of the Jin Clan transformed into a force that slaughtered indiscriminately, unstoppable by any divine or earthly barrier.

Meanwhile, in the sky, the fall of Mu Tianxing left Shi Lie stupefied. Now only he remained to face Ye Qiu, Elder Jin Huang, and those two giant birds.

Shi Lie similarly lacked the will to fight, not wishing to follow in Mu Tianxing’s footsteps.

"Shi Clan disciples, retreat." Shi Lie’s voice echoed across the battlefield. By now, chaos reigned, and with his words, the Shi Clan disciples hastily retreated. However, Jin Wanshan and others had no intention of letting them escape easily, immediately pursuing relentlessly, unwilling to let a single one go.

"Are the three ancient clans going to fall?"

"With Mu Tianxing dead and Shi Lie on the run, things have reached such a state."

"This is a good opportunity; the demise of the three ancient clans could herald the rise of our ancient clan."

Among the surrounding spectators, the ancient clans each held differing thoughts—aside from some unwilling to engage in battle, most ancient clans sensed that this was a prime opportunity to strike, eradicate the three ancient clans, seize their treasures, and take their place.

"Make a move."

The Yue Clan was the first to act, quickly dispatching numerous martial artists to slaughter members of the three ancient clans.

"Such an opportunity, how could the Tang Clan miss it? Su Rou, go ahead." Tang Heshan’s eyes sparkled. With the battle reaching such intensity, it was inevitable that changes would occur after today. With the Mu Clan losing its pillars, could it maintain its ancient clan status? Ye Qiu certainly wouldn’t spare the Mu Clan, while the Shi Clan fared even worse—with their clan leader leading a retreat, they were already terrified out of their wits.

Such cowards posed no threat.

In an instant, many ancient clans joined in, hunting down the martial artists fleeing from the three ancient clans.

"Hmph, Ji Clan, weren’t you quite the big shot before?"

"Curse his father, the day has finally come, no more enduring the three ancient clans."

"Kill, the Ji Clan has bullied our ancient clan for years; today is the day for his Ji Clan to pay us back."

Listening to various voices, it was evident that many ancient clans harbored deep resentment against the three ancient clans. Previously, due to the status and power of the three ancient clans, no one dared voice it, but now, with the three ancient clans on the brink of doom, many began to erupt, seeking to completely erase the three ancient clans from the ancient land.

"It seems I’m not the only one wanting to eliminate the three ancient clans," Ye Qiu faintly smiled, glancing down before focusing on Ji Bairi. Now, only Ji Bairi remained; as for Shi Lie, Ye Qiu planned to deal with him later after settling with the Ji Clan.

"Ancestor of Ji Clan, your Ji Clan is finished, and the three ancient clans will vanish too," Wu Yang’s voice was calm.

At the same time, the giant golden bird and Elder Jin Huang closed in from all sides.

Ji Bairi, surrounded by several formidable opponents, had nowhere to escape, his face overcast, remaining silent.

"Ji Bairi, today I shall avenge my Uncle Dugu Qiujian by reclaiming his eyes and taking your miserable life."

Ye Qiu’s voice thundered forth. The power of the Twelve Heavenly Tribulations was still maintained, not yet dispersed, and a mighty attack was silently brewing, ready to be unleashed. Ye Qiu believed that even without anyone else, just his second tribulation could take down Ji Bairi.

"Hehe... Ye Qiu, do you think by killing me, my Ji Clan will be destroyed?"

Ji Bairi suddenly burst into laughter, observing the ground where his Ji Clan’s disciples lay dead or wounded, the city walls damaged, and the martial artists from other ancient clans were breaking into the Ji Clan’s walls, slaughtering his clan’s women and children.

"I don’t just want to kill you; I will destroy the strongest members of your Ji Clan." Ye Qiu said, noting the fluctuations in Ji Bairi’s gaze as he looked upon the scene. He continued, "Are you angry watching your Ji Clan fall?"

"Did you ever think of the scene when your Ji Clan annihilated my Dugu Clan back in the day? This is the retribution your Ji Clan deserves."

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Your Ji Clan once committed monstrous slaughter, wiping out my Dugu Clan, and today, I, Ye Qiu, shall see to it that your Ji Clan repays life for life, slaying your Ji Clan’s members from top to bottom, young and old alike."

As Ye Qiu uttered these words, his eyes were blood-red, radiating boundless killing intent. At last, the time had come to seek justice for the Dugu Clan. The path leading to this point was paved with Ye Qiu’s blood, sweat, and tears. Now, fulfillment was in sight.

"The winner takes it all, Ye Qiu; if you wish to kill me, go ahead and do it." Ji Bairi responded calmly.

Ye Qiu’s fingers slowly clenched. In the sky, dark clouds began to churn, with lightning seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

Just as Ye Qiu prepared to unleash Divine Punishment, sudden explosions erupted within the citadel of the Ji Clan—flesh and bones burst asunder.

Aaaah...

Countless anguished cries filled the air. Ye Qiu’s expression shifted, furrowing his brows, as he refrained from striking, instead gazing toward the Ji Clan’s citadel behind him.

A figure slowly emerged.

Swish.

This person gazed fiercely at Ye Qiu and his group. In that instant, those caught by his gaze felt an icy chill envelop them, like falling into an ice cave, unable to move an inch.

"Ji... Ba... Tian..."

Black light flickered in Ye Qiu’s dark pupils as he uttered those three words.

The strongest figure of the Ji Clan had finally appeared.