Chapter 683: The Old Ancestor Suddenly Appears

“You can go die too.”

No one could have predicted that at the very last moment, Zuo Dongxing, who was supposed to be apologizing, would suddenly launch a deadly assault on Jiang Chen.

The crowd couldn’t react in time, only letting out cries of alarm.

Zuo Dongxing was incredibly fast, reaching Jiang Chen in a near instant.

It looked as though Zuo Dongxing was about to land a fatal blow on Jiang Chen.

But at that very moment, the Divine Wind Fan had already materialized in Jiang Chen’s hand.

Jiang Chen had never believed Zuo Dongxing’s apology. He had sensed the man’s festering resentment and was already on guard.

Seeing Zuo Dongxing move in for the kill, he decisively swung the Divine Wind Fan.

WHOOSH!

A bone-chilling wind erupted.

It whipped across Zuo Dongxing’s pale face.

In that instant, his face was still twisted into a mask of endless savagery.

But the next moment.

SWOOSH!

Zuo Dongxing’s body was instantly sent flying.

It all happened in a flash.

From Zuo Dongxing’s lunge to Jiang Chen sending him flying, everything was over in the blink of an eye.

Even as he was sent flying, Zuo Dongxing couldn’t believe it. His strike had been perfect, yet it had failed to kill Jiang Chen.

‘Damn it all to hell.’

At that moment, Xiaotian also reacted.

The sword in his hand flared with a blinding light as it shot forward.

SQUELCH!

Zuo Dongxing, already airborne from Jiang Chen’s Divine Wind Fan, flew right into the path of Xiaotian’s sword.

It was an exceptionally sharp strike.

Xiaotian’s blade sheared straight through Zuo Dongxing, severing his lower body.

Blood sprayed across the ground.

THUD!

Zuo Dongxing’s lower half hit the ground first.

His upper body flew a little further before crashing viciously to the earth.

Zuo Dongxing’s eyes bulged.

He stared blankly at his own bisected body, and despair washed over him completely.

‘I couldn’t kill Jiang Chen.’

‘And now, I’m not going to make it.’

“Patriarch…”

“President…”

The members of the Zuo Family and the Artifact Refiner Guild screamed and roared, rushing toward Zuo Dongxing.

Just like that, an expert at the Peak of Martial Arts Nine Heavens was cleaved in two by a single strike from Xiaotian.

His blood stained the ground.

A deep, chilling fear gripped the hearts of everyone present.

“You bastards! Stop!”

Suddenly, a figure shot toward Xingyuan City from the outskirts at incredible speed.

As he flew, the air itself thundered.

“Who dares kill my son?”

It was an old man, approaching at full speed.

Before he even appeared, a terrifying aura enveloped Xingyuan City.

Xiaotian looked up at the sky.

Jiang Chen was also taken aback.

Han Yinghua, however, trembled.

“The Zuo Family’s ancestor.”

“King Zuo… King Zuo is back! This is bad.”

she cried out in alarm.

Today had been one upheaval after another: Jiang Chen’s comeback, the intervention of a Martial Emperor Expert, and now, just as Xiaotian had cut Zuo Dongxing in half, the Zuo Family’s ancestor, King Zuo, had appeared.

At this moment, she felt King Zuo’s aura—that of a Martial Emperor Second Realm expert—and her heart filled with horror.

King Zuo’s Cultivation was even higher than Xiaotian’s.

Ling Yun’s expression changed drastically as well.

‘Damn it, it’s the Zuo Family’s ancestor,’ he thought. ‘According to legend, he left Xingyuan City ages ago. Why is he suddenly back?’

He hastily sent a voice transmission to Jiang Chen: “Young Master Jiang Chen, it’s the Zuo Family’s ancestor, King Zuo. His Cultivation is terrifying.”

Jiang Chen remained silent and impassive.

Xiaotian was unfazed.

WHOOSH!

In the sky, a somewhat elderly figure streaked across, appearing above Xingyuan City in a flash. After a glance downward, he descended directly.

He landed beside Zuo Dongxing.

Everyone, from the Zuo Family to the Artifact Refiner Guild, was stunned.

Then, a tsunami of shocked and joyous cries erupted.

“Ancestor, is that you?”

“Former President…”

That’s right. King Zuo was not just the ancestor of the Zuo Family and the father of Zuo Dongxing; he was also the former president of the Artifact Refiner Guild.

No one had expected the former president to appear at a time like this.

As for Zuo Dongxing, though only his upper half remained, he was still alive.

His eyes wide, he looked up at King Zuo.

Suddenly, tears streamed down his face.

“Father…”

He sobbed—the sound of an old man weeping.

‘The Zuo Family has suffered a terrible blow this time, and I… I don’t have much longer to live.’

King Zuo looked at his son’s state—his lower body gone, blood pouring from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

It was an utterly wretched sight.

His body trembled violently, his face a mask of sorrow.

“My son… I was too late.”

“I’m sorry.”

Though Zuo Dongxing knew he was dying, he was still overcome with emotion.

“Father, as long as you are here, I can rest easy.”

“The Zuo Family… must not be destroyed.”

“Father… in the next life, I will be your son again…”

With those words, Zuo Dongxing took his last breath.

He closed his eyes.

The sorrow in King Zuo’s eyes deepened.

“My son…”

“Rest well. I will make every last one of them join you in death.”

In that moment, endless hatred flashed in King Zuo’s eyes.

He had arrived a step too late, and his son had been killed.

He shot to his feet, endless fire erupting from his eyes as he glared fiercely at Xiaotian and Jiang Chen.

“Ancestor, kill them.”

“Kill them! They deserve to die!”

“And that kid! He killed Young Master Siming!”

The Zuo Family members pointed at Jiang Chen and Xiaotian, recounting what had happened to King Zuo.

They described the Zuo Family’s tragic state.

Every one of them was filled with an astonishing hatred for Jiang Chen and Xiaotian.

As King Zuo listened, his eyes grew red. He roared, “You killed my son and my grandson. Now, you will all join my son in death!”

As he spoke, the aura emanating from King Zuo’s body erupted with increasing intensity, sending the surrounding onlookers flying backward.

Screams and cries of alarm filled the air.

The extent of King Zuo’s fury was clear to all.

Xiaotian adjusted the straw hat on his head.

“Killed the young one, and the old one shows up.”

“Your grandson is dead. Now your son is dead. And if I have my way, you’ll be joining your family next, you old bastard.”

Xiaotian was completely unafraid, even though his opponent was at the Martial Emperor Second Realm, with a higher Cultivation than his own.

Enraged by Xiaotian’s words, King Zuo moved abruptly. He vowed to kill both Xiaotian and Jiang Chen.

With his Cultivation at the Martial Emperor Second Realm, he had more than enough power to crush Xiaotian.

At the same time, a large, solid-purple saber materialized in King Zuo’s hand.

“This saber is a Spiritual Artifact I recently refined. It is called the Purple Killing Saber.”

“Today, I will offer your blood to my Purple Killing Saber!”

Seeing the Purple Killing Saber in King Zuo’s hand, both Han Yinghua and Ling Yun’s faces paled as they cried out in alarm.

“A Spiritual Artifact! It’s actually a Spiritual Artifact!”

“King Zuo has broken through to become a Three-Star Artifact Refiner!”

They never imagined that after leaving Xingyuan City, King Zuo’s Artifact Refining Technique would have improved so dramatically. To have successfully refined a Spiritual Artifact meant that King Zuo had become a Three-star Lower Grade Artifact Refiner.

But King Zuo gave Xiaotian no opening.

He swept out with the Purple Killing Saber.

In that instant, an astonishing Sword Aura erupted from the Purple Killing Saber.

The Sword Aura seemed to tear through space itself as it descended upon Xiaotian.

At this moment, King Zuo’s power was immense—seemingly without bound.

He seemed truly invincible.