Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 38: If you can’t beat them, you still have ancestors

The Elder Sword Saint was intent on seizing the treasure. For a moment, sword light rained down erratically.

In the center of the square, a sea of Sword Qi had formed.

Luo Li and Jun Moxiao were like two small boats, constantly buffeted in the stormy weather.

Thankfully, their greatest strength lay in their survival skills.

Under the Elder Sword Saint’s frenzied attacks, they managed to slip away from peril every time.

Despite this, both were still injured.

Even though they were clad in Emperor Level robes, these were insufficient to block the powerful sword light.

Sometimes, the Elder Sword Saint’s King-grade Top-tier Sword would strike the duo. The sword, infused with the lethal power of a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator, would tear a hole in their Emperor Level robes.

The Elder Sword Saint, fighting more valiantly as the battle progressed, was unstoppable, like a deity incarnate.

Jun Moxiao and Luo Li were like fugitives on the run.

Exercising their Divine Dragon Nine-Change Body Technique to the utmost, they deftly evaded each dangerous situation by the skin of their teeth.

The Elder Sword Saint was putting an almost incomprehensible amount of pressure on the two.

At every moment, they were in a life-or-death crisis. A single careless mistake could prove fatal.

Seeing the Elder Sword Saint display his boundless, powerful demeanor, all the disciples of the Sword God Sect had a frenzied look in their eyes.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands clas meninas behind his back, a faint smile on his face.

「Inside the carriage.」

Ye Yun’s expression remained calm as he quietly observed the fight.

Ye Yun was very patient.

Even though Jun Moxiao and Luo Li were now severely wounded and bloodied, he had no intention of intervening.

Therefore, Ye Yun, with a heart of steel, held immense expectations for these two disciples from his Sect.

This past month, Ye Yun hadn’t fallen behind in his cultivation.

The latent power of the Ancestral Dragon Blood was still taking effect.

Currently, Ye Yun’s cultivation base had reached True God Realm Tier Seven.

The True God Realm was already very formidable, but Ye Yun’s cultivation base continued to soar like a rocket.

Reaching the next Divine Monarch Realm was only a matter of several months.

「Above the square.」

The Elder Sword Saint initiated wave after wave of ruthless attacks.

The two remnants of the Dragon God Sect now looked like figures drenched in blood.

The Elder Sword Saint was also growing inwardly frustrated.

SWISH! SWISH!

Two more sword slashes landed, hitting Jun Moxiao on the shoulder.

Jun Moxiao staggered, nearly falling over.

Luo Li hastily rushed over to support him.

Seeing this, the Elder Sword Saint swung his sword again, sending Luo Li flying with one strike.

This sword strike was restrained.

Taking advantage of this moment, Jun Moxiao executed his movement technique, fleeing in another direction.

Unable to overcome their defenses after a long battle, the Elder Sword Saint immediately became furious.

He abruptly changed his Swordsmanship.

This set of Swordsmanship was even more powerful than his previous one.

In the blink of an eye, Jun Moxiao was forced out from his illusory cover in mid-air. His body was struck several more times, and with a moment of carelessness, he fell from the sky.

"Junior Brother!" Luo Li cried out, her heart burning with anxiety as she fiercely rushed forward to rescue him.

The Elder Sword Saint unleashed another beam of sword light, striking Luo Li.

Luo Li was sent flying once again.

Zhao Wuji, observing the battle from the side, couldn’t help the covetous glint in his eyes upon seeing this Swordsmanship.

Jun Moxiao lay on the ground, his body bearing over a dozen sword wounds, blood dripping from them.

With a sudden flip, he tried to stand up and continue fighting.

Suddenly, his shoulder was touched lightly, and a gentle voice sounded beside his ear.

"You’ve both done very well today!"

Hearing this voice, Jun Moxiao turned his head and saw that the Founding Ancestor had somehow appeared by his side.

He coughed violently, spurting out a mouthful of blood. "Founding Ancestor, I’ve let you down! I couldn’t defeat this old geezer!" Jun Moxiao cried, his face dejected.

"There’s no shame in losing. Besides, don’t you still have me?" Ye Yun replied with a faint smile.

He walked a few steps forward, positioning himself in front of Jun Moxiao.

Meanwhile, Luo Li climbed to her feet again. Seeing the white-robed, Immortal-like Founding Ancestor, her eyes immediately brightened.

she thought, pleasantly surprised.

Opposite them, when the Elder Sword Saint saw the white-robed young man who had suddenly appeared beside Jun Moxiao, his pupils contracted sharply as he scanned him from head to toe.

He couldn’t determine the cultivation base of this handsome, Immortal-like youth, which left him aghast.

"Come here," Ye Yun said, gesturing lightly towards the Elder Sword Saint.

The Elder Sword Saint was suddenly horrified to find his body moving uncontrollably, legs lifting as he floated towards Ye Yun.

At this moment, the Elder Sword Saint was terrified, his soul nearly leaving his body.