Chapter 391 The Ancestor Strikes

Chen Fei was also engulfed in Karma Fire.

Back during the arena battle, he had only observed it from afar and wasn’t affected directly. But now—he felt it personally.

The flames burned slowly across his body. Chen Fei glanced at them with curiosity. The sensation was strange. Clearly, fire was burning, yet his clothes remained untouched—only his soul felt a dull, continuous burn.

“How does it feel, Chen Fei?” Fan Chen narrowed his eyes.

Chen Fei carefully felt the burning sensation, then calmly nodded.

“Not bad.”

Fan Chen snorted, and the two fiery birds on his hands merged into one.

Chen Fei slowly raised his edgeless greatsword.

Overturning Heaven and Crushing Earth—two sword techniques he had learned from the Caged Dream Realm. They weren’t complicated. Just focus all internal force to a single point, then unleash it in a burst.

Unlike Overturning Heaven, which focused on lifting power and sweeping force, Crushing Earth was about one thing only: impact.

“Slash!” Chen Fei shouted. He brought the sword down in a simple cleave. A massive sword light surged toward Fan Chen’s condensed fireball.

Fan Chen’s eyes flashed with irritation.

This sword seemed weak—as if Chen Fei wasn’t taking him seriously. It infuriated him.

But at the very moment the sword light approached—the ground trembled.

Fan Chen was caught off guard. The earth beneath him began to collapse, and the quake spread rapidly!

Even the evil cultivators behind Fan Chen were affected.

“Damn it! What is this guy trying to do?”

“Stop him!”

The evil cultivator ranks quickly fell into chaos. What had been a smooth, solid ground now split into a massive chasm.

Yan Wujiao’s pupils contracted sharply.

That sword—it had triggered the force of heaven and earth!

He hadn’t anticipated this. If he had, he never would’ve let Chen Fei execute it so casually.

“That’s it?” Fan Chen growled, assuming the sword was over. He gave Chen Fei a cold glare.

But Chen Fei said nothing. He simply sheathed his sword… and turned away.

This dismissive act enraged Fan Chen.

“Stop right there!” he shouted.

Just then, the fireball in front of Fan Chen erupted violently.

The flames on Fan Chen’s body suddenly turned a dazzling bright color. His expression shifted dramatically, and he was forced to retreat.

Then came something even more bizarre.

Fan Chen fell back—causing the already-panicked evil cultivators to run even faster. What had once been a proud, cohesive force became a scattered, broken army.

Just as Chen Fei had anticipated.

That’s why he had chosen to use Crushing Earth—to break their formation and sow chaos.

As Chen Fei retreated, a cold snort echoed from the sky.

A massive hand materialized above Chen Fei’s head, descending swiftly!

Mu Yunsu didn’t hesitate. She raised her hand and pointed to the sky:

“Gui Yunzi, do you dare!?”

A sinister voice echoed from the clouds:

“Hehe… You tell me—do I dare or not? Yan Wujiao is still too cautious!”

Mu Yunsu had rushed over for this exact reason—she feared this moment. Chen Fei’s excellence had clearly provoked the wrath of a Heavenly Dao Realm expert—forcing them to strike despite the rules.

Her pointed finger pierced through the giant palm in the sky—but the hand didn’t shatter. Instead, it morphed into a ghostly face, lunging toward Chen Fei!

Mu Yunsu’s face changed drastically as she prepared to strike again, but before she could—a panicked cry came from above.

“Shen Ji! Help me!” cried Gui Yunzi, full of terror.

The crowd was stunned. A Heavenly Dao cultivator… was scared?

A cold snort thundered from above:

“Just a broken umbrella—did you think I couldn’t deal with you?”

It was the Tianqing Patriarch!

The sky, once calm, suddenly darkened with thunderclouds. From within them, a black dot shot through the air, fleeing desperately.

Behind it—a giant palm chased relentlessly.

Yan Wujiao’s face paled.

This joint assault from the demon and evil cultivators wasn’t just about contesting the Ghost King Orders—it was a test of the Tianqing Ancestor’s strength. But they hadn’t planned for full confrontation.

Things were still manageable… until Gui Yunzi acted rashly—and triggered the worst-case scenario.

“AAAHHHH!” Gui Yunzi screamed as he was caught, while Old Man Shen Ji also tumbled down from midair.

The Tianqing Patriarch’s figure appeared above Chen Fei, towering with divine might.

“So… you took my tolerance as weakness? Thought I couldn’t crush you?”

“Ancestor, please calm down!” Yan Wujiao cried, panic-stricken.

But the Tianqing Patriarch didn’t reply. He raised his hand—lightning crackled across the sky. In the distance, it struck down with furious force.

A hidden figure was revealed—no words, just an immediate retreat!

Yan Wujiao’s pupils contracted. His voice trembled.

“You… you’ve already touched the threshold!?”

“GET LOST!” the ancestor roared.

The shockwave from his voice alone obliterated the weaker evil cultivators nearby, turning them into bloody mist.

“Tianqing! Aren’t you afraid of karmic backlash!?” Yan Wujiao finally lost his composure and screamed.

The Tianqing Patriarch turned slowly.

“I said from the start—Heavenly Dao cultivators must not interfere! Since you ignored me, don’t blame me!”

Yan Wujiao cursed Gui Yunzi in his heart.

If not for him, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

Sure, Chen Fei’s last move bruised their pride—but so what?

Now it had escalated to provoking the ancestor. One move… and their side had suffered devastating losses.

From what had been a crushing victory, they now faced a crushing defeat.

“That bastard Tianzheng… he must’ve known this would happen!”

Yan Wujiao immediately realized why the demon cultivators had withdrawn so quickly.

There was no time for regret now. The wrath of the Tianqing Patriarch was not something they could resist.

Without hesitation, he fled with the rest of his people.

Chen Fei watched the elder’s broad back and glanced at the ruined evil cultivators, his heart thudding.

Is this… the fury of a peak Heavenly Dao cultivator?

He looked again at Yan Wujiao’s panicked face.

Had the ancestor touched that threshold? Could it be… the Void Realm?

The thought sent a chill through him.

Meanwhile, the once-dejected disciples of Tianqing Holy Land were now burning with renewed spirit.

Looking at their ancestor’s proud form, their eyes were shining again.

“Come to the rear mountain later.” The Tianqing Patriarch’s voice echoed—and in a flash, he vanished.

Mu Yunsu appeared beside Chen Fei and grabbed his shoulder. In a blink, they raced toward Tianqing Holy Land.

“Why didn’t the ancestor act earlier?” Chen Fei couldn’t help but ask.

Mu Yunsu sighed.

“I told you—acting now comes at a cost.”

Her answer hit Chen Fei like a hammer.

If something happened to the Tianqing Ancestor now… it would be catastrophic!

And if the ancestor really had reached that realm—the cost might be unbearable.

Right now, their top priority was clear: confirm the ancestor’s condition.

If anything went wrong—the entire Xuanhuang Continent might fall to the evil cultivators!

With that grim thought, Chen Fei followed Mu Yunsu as they returned swiftly to the rear mountain of Tianqing Holy Land.