Chapter 1950 - 1933: Sword Pointed at the Iron Crow

The Void Great Realm, vast and boundless, Spirit Rank experts find it difficult to cross, the Realm Lord Taixu Great Saint is high above, suppressing all directions, innumerable Star Domain forces bow in submission.

Aside from these apparent Star Domain forces, the entire Void Great Realm has numerous forces entangled and entrenched within.

Take the Tie Wu Clan, for example, they are one of them.

Since the fall of the Iron Crow Great Saint, the Tie Wu Clan has hidden within the Void Great Realm, quietly recuperating and nurturing, fostering numerous Boundary Bandit Forces and plundering cultivation resources, with grand ambitions.

Though the Tie Wu Clan is scorned, few know its location.

Rustle!

In a certain part of the starry sky of the Void Great Realm, a sudden disturbance occurs, countless array runes fly, opening a passage, followed by a tall figure stepping out.

"Here... is this the land of the Tie Wu Clan?"

Xiao Ye scrutinizes his surroundings, and immediately gasps.

Looking around, a dark iron tree stands in the depths of the universe, its end unseen, a whole Star Domain cannot contain it.

This iron tree’s trunk is immense, with lush branches, each branch stretches out like a Qiu Long, bearing numerous ’fruits’.

These fruits radiate Star Light, surprisingly planets, their Spirit Rank aura rising from these planets.

At this moment, Xiao Ye stands on an altar atop a branch of this iron tree.

"Back then, the Iron Crow Great Saint transformed into a saint on this Iron Crow Tree, and ultimately this Iron Crow Tree became the Tie Wu Clan’s dwelling."

The voice of the Time Great Saint emanates from the Time Rain Stone.

"I wonder where Feng Jingwu and the Tie Wu Star Plate are..." Xiao Ye nods, his eyes flickering, then gets up and heads towards the planets borne by the Iron Crow Tree.

"Hmm?"

Xiao Ye approaches one of the planets, his spiritual sense enveloping it, and suddenly his expression changes.

This planet is quite barren, with approximately ten thousand Spirit Rank martial artists.

But these Spirit Rank martial artists are all in tattered clothes, pale, sitting cross-legged, many emaciated, as if critically ill.

"They probably aren’t members of the Tie Wu Clan." Xiao Ye is moved.

Spirit Rank experts are immune to illness, Heavenly Spirit Realm experts possess undying spirit bodies, how could they be in this predicament?

Just at this moment—

Buzz!

Suddenly, the branch connecting this planet trembles, countless roots burst from the ground, clawing like dragons, piercing through these martial artists’ spirit bodies.

"Ah! Absorbing our Spirit Rank origin power again? When will this end?"

"Damn Tie Wu Clan, you will be exterminated sooner or later!"

...

Planet-bound martial artists cry out in despair, before these roots, they have no right to resist, no matter where they hide.

One by one, the tree branches frenziedly absorb these Spirit Rank experts’ origin power, retreating satisfied back into the ground after dozens of breaths, adding vitality to the entire iron tree.

Regarding the planet’s martial artists, their aura weakens further.

Dozens more martial artists shatter, losing all aura, becoming corpses, a breeze blows, they seem to weather away, turning to dust, vanishing into the heavens and earth.

"What!"

Xiao Ye’s body trembles, cold sweat crawling on his back.

Are these Spirit Rank experts reared, to be used as nourishment for the Iron Crow Tree?

It seems the Tie Wu Clan supports Boundary Bandit Forces, not only to plunder cultivation resources but with greater schemes.

"Sigh!"

"Though the Human Clan is a major clan, each great human force, for development, even targets its fellow human martial artists..." The Time Great Saint’s voice is filled with mockery, seemingly recalling the past.

Xiao Ye’s eyes flash with cold light, his chest filled with nameless fire.

Though he isn’t a do-gooder, he finds it difficult to remain calm seeing the Tie Wu Clan’s actions, as a fellow human.

"Stepping Star Nine Steps!"

Xiao Ye whispers a low shout, suddenly erupting terrifying spiritual power, Tai Chu Spiritual Power surges skyward like a tide, he steps toward the ancient star before him.

Rumble!

Frightening aura blooms, visible shockwaves spread, shaking the planet, cracking rapidly.

Swish swish swish!

The branch connecting this planet seems enraged, countless roots sway, like arrows sweeping toward Xiao Ye.

"Hmph!"

Xiao Ye coldly snorts, waving his hand, Jiang Kong’s Stone Sword appears in his hand, sharp sword light pierces the Nine Desolates, directly severing all roots.

"Since looking for Feng Jingwu, let’s make it bigger!"

Xiao Ye flashes again, using Stepping Star Nine Steps once more, stepping toward distant planets.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each star is shattered by Xiao Ye, all retaliating roots severed by Jiang Kong Sword Technique, terrifying explosions echo, shaking the gigantic Iron Crow Tree.

"You... who are you?"

"Benefactor, are you here to save us?"

...

Freed from confinement, Spirit Rank martial artists rush out, gazing at Xiao Ye’s figure, their eyes filled with terror.

Tie Wu Clan is a Quasi-Saint level force, being bound here, nearly despairing, now someone dares oppose the Tie Wu Clan? Moreover, appearing so young!

"What mouse dares invade my Tie Wu Clan?"

"Such crimes, enough to imprison you here for millennia!"

At this moment, an explosive shout resounds through all heavens, an imposing man, leading nearly ten thousand martial artists in dark war armor, charges here, murderous intent overwhelming.

"That... that, is it the Iron Crow Guards!"

The previously confined Spirit Rank martial artists change color.

Tie Wu Clan, as a quasi-saint force, possesses a fearsome Iron Crow Guard, each a Heavenly Spirit Realm expert, dominating Star Domains, terrifying without borders.

Yet, before this squad of Iron Crow Guards reaches, a terrifying suppression rises skyward, Jiang Kong’s Stone Sword’s quasi-saint artifact might revives, endless sword light hangs like a galactic curtain, directly engulfing them.

When all fluctuation fades, only a scatter of bodies remain.

One sword, ten thousand Iron Crow Guards fallen!

This heaven and earth fall silent thereafter.

"That, that, quasi... quasi-saint artifact?"

The imposing man’s body petrifies, frozen in the starry sky, cold sweat crawling his back, staring at Xiao Ye wielding Jiang Kong’s Stone Sword.

He feels, if Xiao Ye hadn’t intentionally spared him, he’d be a corpse now.

"Spirit Rank Peak expert?"

"You are unworthy to speak with me, call a Tie Wu Clan quasi-saint here, if you dare act, I will show no mercy, come whatever, I kill whatever."

Xiao Ye glances at this man, calmly stating.