e Nine-Headed Lion Clan, is also extremely rare in numbers, thus failing to meet the standards of the ancient imperial clan.But this does not mean that Mount Garut is weak.Every peerless talent who wa...Flags were waving, and the air crackled with murderous intent!

Ten thousand warriors, a legion of darkness, stretched across the barren sky like a long, black serpent.

Among them, there are also hundreds of young prodigies from the Cang family, as well as Saint King Cang and great saint powerhouses.

This power, to the immortal forces, is nothing.

But for the now desolate and dilapidated village and ancient sacred temple, it was undoubtedly a force of destruction.

On the side of the ancient sacred hall, Wuhu raised his head and looked up at the sky, watching the surging army of ten thousand people coming from afar.

In his murky eyes, there was a calmness, an utter indifference.

Without fear or hesitation.

Perhaps in the dictionary of the Primordial Saint Body, there is no word for "fear".

"That's right, the Cang family!"

The rest of the villagers in Dahang also noticed the mighty army pouring down from the sky.

War intent burns like wildfire, murderous intent fills the sky!

"What's going on Is the Cang family going to have a major battle"

"Is he really going to destroy our entire village of Dahuang"

Some villagers from the barren lands, clenching their fists, had a fierce look in their eyes as if cornered.

Even at this point, the Cang family still refuses to let them go!

"You all, retreat behind me!" Wu Hu shouted.

Nearly a thousand villagers, involuntarily retreated into the ancient holy temple.

The north wind howled, and the yellow sand swirled fiercely.

Wu Hu stood alone before the ancient holy temple.

He was of unremarkable appearance, with a scraggly beard, unkempt black hair, and wore ancient, tattered gray clothes.

He looks like a dispirited middle-aged monk in the midst of worldly suffering.

His hands and feet were shackled, his collarbone pierced by a chain.

And on his back was a stone tablet set up by his former formidable enemy, used to humiliate him.

To put it simply, if one didn't know Wuhù's identity, no one would ever think he was a Saint Body.

"I am the shame of the Holy Body lineage. Now, let me radiate my last bit of light and warmth..." Wu Hu muttered in his heart.

On this side, the Cang clan army has finally arrived, ten thousand warriors standing upon the heavens, like celestial soldiers and generals.

On the other hand, in the ancient temple of desolation, only Wu Hu stood alone, like a solitary monument.

"Where does the loser find their freedom" A cold voice echoed from within the Cang Family ranks as an elder stepped forward.

He is the fifth elder of the Cang family, a powerful figure at the Great Saint realm.

He didn't call Wuhu by name, but referred to him as a loser.

Wu Hu looked on silently.

"Heh, he's just a defeated subordinate of the previous generation's master, a prisoner at my feet. How dare he act this way" Elder Six of the Cang family sneered.

Today, I will no longer endure, retreat, or... fight! Wuhu said coldly.

By this point, there is no room for any more leniency.

Before, Wuhua endured silently for Dahuang Village and for Ning Chen and his sister. He wanted to leave a spark of hope behind.

But now, with Jun Xiaoyao here, the Saint Body lineage will naturally not fall.

He needn't endure any more.

"Now you're showing some backbone, aren't you Aren't you afraid of us slaughtering these villagers from the Great Wilderness" Elder Five of the Cang Family sneered.

"You losers, get out of my way now. Let me enter the Ancient Sacred Hall and investigate. My Cāng family can still spare your lives." Elder Six of the Cāng family said casually.

Wu Hu's pupils flashed with cold electricity, his killing intent bone-chilling.

With a single hand swipe, he drew a horizontal line across the ancient temple's facade.

A single dead character, it stirred up winds and clouds, causing upheaval. Heaven and earth changed color.

Murderous intent, like a cold wind, pierces to the bone!

"Bold, a mere loser, you dare threaten me like this Kill him!" Elder Five of the Cang Family showed no hesitation. With a wave of his hand, the ten thousand soldiers of the Cang Family roared in unison.

The battle has begun.

A throng of figures surged towards Wu Hu alone.

Even the weakest among these ten thousand soldiers are at the level of a Heavenly God.

There are quite a few Dao Shen Realm and Quasi-Saint Realm experts.

Individually taken out, it might not be very strong.

But with thousands surging forth, the destructive force unleashed would be earth-shattering, enough to make even the Great Sage himself shudder.

Wu Hu also made a move, but because he was wearing chains, his range of motion was only around the ancient sacred hall.

He threw a punch, his surging blood and energy turning into a golden dragon that surged forward.

Pfft!

Blood splattered, accompanied by the sound of bone breaking.

Hundreds of Cang family soldiers were directly blown to pieces, turning into blood splatter.

Such combat strength caused some people's eyes to twitch.

"Damn it, this holy relic is truly cursed. I've taken so much of its essence before, and now it's still so lively." Elder Six of the Cang Family muttered.

"It's nothing, just a cornered beast fighting back. Don't forget, we brought that thing with us." Elder Five of the Cang Clan didn't care at all.

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a playful massacre.

And even now, there are throngs of cultivators watching from afar.

Looking out, thousands upon thousands of cultivators from across the barren stars have gathered to watch this battle from afar.

And also coming to watch from the Starry Sky Ancient City were ancient road prodigies like Ji Qingyi, Sheng Xuan Yi, and Ru Ying.

"Was that also a Sacred Body But why did it feel so pitiful" Ruo Ying's eyes narrowed in surprise.

In her imagination, the Sacred Body lineage, even if it fell into decline, shouldn't have fallen this low.

"Jun Xiaoyao, where are you" Ji Qingyi's clear eyes scanned the surroundings, but she couldn't see Jun Xiaoyao.

Logically speaking, as both being ancient sacred bodies, Jun Xiaoyao shouldn't have ignored him given his personality.

This also caused other ancient road Tianjiao's doubts.

"Where is the Divine Son of the Jun family If he were here, things wouldn't be this dire."

"Could it be that they chickened out"

"This is impossible, Jun Jia Shenzi's domineering presence is well-known, he wouldn't be afraid of a Cang family."

"Where is he now"

"There might be something going on."

Many talented cultivators have been discussing this.

On this side, the Cang family soldiers had also learned their lesson.

Wu Hu can only move within the range of the Ancient Sacred Hall. Even if he uses his abilities, the range won't be too large.

They just need to unleash their magical attacks from the perimeter, draining his strength is enough.

This method, although not very honorable, is quite practical.

As time went on, the exuberant qi and blood of Wuhou also began to weaken.

He didn't have much Qi and Blood to begin with, and most of the sacred blood within him was taken by the Cang Family.

The rest of it, too, was subtly absorbed into Ning Chen and Xiao Xuanxuan's bodies.

It can be said that the current martial protectors are squeezing out every drop of their sacred body essence, bringing forth their residual heat.

"There's no need to delay, use that move." Elder Six of the Cang family said.

Elder Cang Jia Wu nodded slightly. He took out a talisman stone and then poured his mana into it.

At that instant, the stone tablet attached to Wu Hu's back suddenly trembled.

Above, the eight characters "Soaring Above All, Dominating Heaven" shine with blinding light.

A horrifying wave of oppressive force and gravity crashed down instantly.

Pfft!

Almost instantly, Wu Hu spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt halfway to the ground.

"Sir Wuhù!"

Inside the temple, Ning Chen, Xiao Xuaxuan, Ning Defa, and all the villagers of Dahuang were exclaiming in astonishment.

"Kill!"

Elder Cang’s Fifth Elder waved his hand.

All the great saints and celestial elders of Wang-level standing took action.

They are going to assassinate this pitiful last of the holy bodies!n."Said Jun Xiaoyao.""This person, I'm taking them out."The King of Killers extended his hand, pointing at one person.It was none other than the Tianjiao with the Blood Fiend Saint Body, Ren Jiangliu....