Chapter 9 Rourke Family Old Ancestor? A Single Palm Strike Is Enough

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Rourke Family Old Ancestor? A Single Palm Strike Is Enough

Just as the young Mercer Family member was about to be struck down, Julian Mercer, who had been moving through the battlefield with the others, suddenly noticed the scene.

His eyes narrowed.

He raised his arm.

Then he flicked a finger toward the Second Master of the Rourke Family.

Whoosh!

A streak of Pure Yang Primordial Energy shot from his fingertip.

It crossed the distance in an instant.

Before the Second Master could react, the energy pierced directly through his head.

Bang!

His head exploded.

Fresh blood sprayed across the surrounding area.

Blood also gushed from his neck like a fountain.

Thud!

The headless corpse collapsed heavily onto the ground.

The Fourth Master of the Rourke Family stared at the scene.

His face turned pale.

He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.

His Second Brother had reached the Heavenly Origin Realm Sixth Layer.

Yet he hadn’t even been able to withstand a single attack.

Who exactly was this man?

What Realm had he reached?

The Third Master of the Rourke Family’s expression became extremely grim.

His gaze remained fixed on Julian.

There was something familiar about that face.

The more he looked...

The stronger the feeling became.

Then suddenly, inspiration struck.

His pupils contracted.

"J-Julian Mercer?!"

Those two words seemed to freeze the battlefield.

After all these years, he finally remembered that terrifying figure.

The man who had once been a nightmare to the Rourke Family.

The man everyone believed had died in seclusion.

The Fourth Master’s pupils shrank.

He immediately looked at Julian again.

The face before him gradually overlapped with the cold, arrogant figure buried within his memories.

"This..."

"How is this possible?"

"Are you human or a ghost?"

"You should have died six years ago!"

The Fourth Master was terrified.

Then he suddenly thought of something.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Wait..."

"Where is Eldest Brother?"

At this point, there was no need to ask.

If Julian was alive...

Then Gideon Rourke’s situation was obvious.

Julian looked at him.

He simply shook his head.

He had no interest in wasting time answering questions.

The next moment, his figure moved.

He lunged forward like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

His movement was explosive.

His momentum swept across the battlefield like a violent gale.

The Fourth Master was instantly terrified.

His legs refused to move.

His heart pounded violently.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

It felt as though it might burst out of his chest.

The Third Master standing nearby was no better.

His first reaction wasn’t to save his younger brother.

It was to retreat.

He immediately turned and fled backward.

The Fourth Master remained frozen in place.

And that hesitation sealed his fate.

Julian appeared directly before him.

Swish!

A cold flash filled the Fourth Master’s vision.

Julian’s sword swept gently across.

Slash!

The blade passed through his throat.

Blood sprayed in all directions.

The Fourth Master’s eyes widened.

His pupils were filled with disbelief and unwillingness.

His body slowly lost its strength.

Then he fell straight to the ground.

Dead.

The battlefield fell silent for an instant.

Julian had killed two Rourke Family masters in succession.

Two Heavenly Origin Realm cultivators.

And neither had been able to resist.

The Mercer Family members who were still fighting immediately became more confident.

Their morale surged.

Every attack became fiercer.

They had originally been fighting cautiously.

Now they fought with increasing courage.

In contrast, the Rourke Family members looked as though their souls had left their bodies.

Their fighting spirit collapsed.

How could they possibly win?

Their Second Master and Fourth Master had been killed almost instantly.

Their Eldest Brother had already been killed earlier.

Only the Third Master remained.

And even he was now terrified.

The Third Master, who had barely escaped Julian’s attack, collapsed onto the ground.

He looked up at Julian.

His heart pounded.

"You..."

"Shut up."

Julian’s cold voice cut him off.

Their eyes met.

The Third Master felt as though he were staring into an endless abyss.

A suffocating pressure descended upon him.

It seemed that if he said even one more unnecessary word, his life would end immediately.

Drip.

A bead of blood gathered at the tip of Julian’s sword.

Drip.

It fell onto the ground.

The sound seemed extraordinarily loud in the silence.

The Third Master felt as though death itself was approaching.

He lowered his head.

A fierce expression appeared in his eyes.

He didn’t want to die.

He had enjoyed wealth.

He had enjoyed status.

He had enjoyed power.

How could he be willing to die here?

If he waited any longer, there was only one outcome.

Death.

So he abandoned his dignity.

He abandoned his pride.

He begged.

"Don’t kill me!"

"I don’t want to die!"

"As long as you spare me, I’ll lead the Rourke Family to become a vassal of the Mercer Family!"

"My Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and Fourth Brother are already dead."

"I’m the only remaining candidate to become the next Patriarch!"

"I can be your dog!"

"Whatever you order, I’ll do!"

"Whoever you tell me to bite, I’ll bite!"

His words came out incredibly quickly.

He was terrified that if he spoke too slowly, Julian’s sword would strike again.

Julian looked at him.

His expression remained completely unchanged.

There was even a trace of mockery in his eyes.

It was as though he were watching a clown perform.

But Julian didn’t even get the chance to watch the performance for long.

An unexpected voice suddenly rang across the battlefield.

"How bold."

"To invade my Rourke Family and slaughter my Clan juniors."

"End your own lives and atone for your sins."

"Otherwise, you will only dirty this Ancestor’s hands."

The voice wasn’t particularly loud.

Yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

The Mercer Family members froze.

Their expressions changed.

Ancestor?

Could this old man be...

The Rourke Family’s Old Ancestor?

The Purple Mansion Realm cultivator who had protected the Rourke Family for generations?

At the same time, the Third Master of the Rourke Family’s eyes lit up.

Hope returned to his face.

He had sent someone to notify the Ancestor earlier.

And now...

The Ancestor had finally arrived.

He hurriedly raised his head.

His eyes were filled with hope.

"Ancestor..."

He opened his mouth.

But before he could say another word...

A cold sensation suddenly appeared around his neck.

His pupils contracted.

The next instant, his body was thrown high into the air.

Thud!

He landed heavily on the ground.

His eyes remained open.

Within his pupils was the reflection of a headless corpse.

That is... me?

That was his final thought.

Then his consciousness disappeared into endless darkness.

"Audacious!"

The Rourke Family Old Ancestor witnessed one of the most talented descendants of his Clan being killed right before his eyes.

His fury erupted.

Boom!

The Primordial Energy within his body surged outward.

A powerful wave of energy swept across the battlefield.

Everyone was forced to stop fighting.

The Mercer Family members and Rourke Family members alike retreated instinctively.

The old man’s gaze locked onto Julian.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He tapped his toes against the ground.

Boom!

His body shot forward like a cannonball.

Several dozen meters disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Swish!

The Rourke Family Old Ancestor gathered a massive amount of Spiritual Power into his palm.

His anger erupted through the attack.

His palm struck toward Julian with terrifying force.

The surrounding air seemed to distort.

Yet Julian’s expression remained relaxed.

In an instant, his Chaos Dao Eye saw through the old man’s strength.

He understood the man’s condition immediately.

Yes, he possessed Purple Mansion Realm cultivation.

But his age was far too great.

His body had already declined.

His Qi and blood had withered.

His physical condition had deteriorated severely.

Although his cultivation remained at the Purple Mansion Realm, his actual combat strength had fallen considerably.

To Julian...

This old man was nothing more than a dying cultivator clinging to the last traces of his former glory.

A single palm was enough.

A cold light flashed through Julian’s eyes.

He quietly activated the Purple Thunder Palm.

Wisps of purple lightning gathered within his palm.

The lightning grew increasingly dense.

Then Julian raised his arm.

His movement was as fast as lightning.

Before the surrounding cultivators could even react...

His palm struck forward.