Chapter 306: Zixia's Destruction
Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing also rejoined the battle, forming a siege against the old man Du Ying.

Although Patriarch Zixia was extremely brave, he gradually became overwhelmed by the siege of the crowd.

Although his swordsmanship was superb, his physical strength was severely overdrawn.

Every time he swung the sword, it seemed as if he had used up all his strength.

The ancestor of the Ye family has been watching coldly from the side, as if waiting for something.

There was a cunning and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, which made people shudder.

The battle became more and more intense, and Patriarch Zixia was already in a desperate situation.

"Purple clouds fill the sky!"

Patriarch Zixia suddenly shouted loudly and tried to launch a final attack.

He stretched out both palms, and a powerful purple energy swept in all directions.

However, this attack failed to repel the enemy as expected.

Yun Feiyang, Leng Wanqing and the Ye family's ancestor cooperated tacitly and easily resolved the attack from the Zixia ancestor.

"Old Zixia, tonight is the day you die!"

The old man Poison Shadow smiled sinisterly.

As he spoke, he moved and attacked Patriarch Zixia like a ghost.

As a killer, the old man Duying's swordsmanship is ruthless and cruel, and every time he strikes, he tries to take the life of the old man Zixia.

Ancestor Zixia was no longer able to do anything, and his figure looked increasingly lonely and helpless in the moonlight.

He tried to dodge the enemy's attacks, but each time seemed so difficult.

His heart was filled with helplessness and sorrow. He had been so successful in his life, but ended up like this.

At this time, his body was covered with scars and his clothes were stained with blood.

He could only grit his teeth and hold on to the final battle.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Patriarch Zixia was stabbed in the chest by Old Man Duying.

He took a few steps back, his face as pale as paper.

"Hahahaha! Old Zixia, you finally fell into our hands!"

Ancestor Zixia covered the wound tightly, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, staining his hands red.

He looked up at the four people who were besieging him, his eyes revealing a hint of melancholy and sadness.

"I, Zixia, have lived an upright life. I have no regrets even if I die tonight!"

Ancestor Zixia said proudly, with endless sadness and helplessness in his voice, "It's a pity that I couldn't witness the splendor of this great world with my own eyes."

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling his life journey in the martial arts world.

The moonlight fell on the body of Ancestor Zixia, illuminating his tragic and desolate figure.

His eyes gradually lost their luster, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, Ancestor Zixia opened his eyes, burst out with his last vitality, and rushed towards the enemy.

His swordsmanship became even more fierce, as if he wanted to kill all his enemies.

However, he was too seriously injured to turn the tide of the battle.

Under the siege of the crowd, his body gradually became slower and slower, and finally he was pierced through the heart by a sword.

The figure of Patriarch Zixia fell heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

His eyes were still open, as if he was looking at the world he loved so much.

A line of tears slid down from the corner of his eyes and merged into the soil.

The four besiegers were silent, as if they were infected by the tragic heroism of Patriarch Zixia.

They may have had some grudges with Ancestor Zixia.

But at this moment, all of this turns into endless grief and respect.

The night wind blew gently across the battlefield, taking away the tragedy and sorrow of Ancestor Zixia.

The moonlight sprinkled on the motionless body of Zixia Patriarch like water, as if covering him with a thin layer of silver gauze.

There was complete silence all around, with only the sound of the wind and people's breathing echoing in the air.

Yun Feiyang and Leng Wanqing silently put away their weapons, with a complex emotion flashing across their faces. Old Man Duying looked coldly at the corpse of Old Ancestor Zixia, his eyes were indifferent, but also mixed with a bit of respect.

The Ye family ancestor took a deep breath, slowly walked to the side of the Zixia ancestor, and lowered his head to look at his former opponent.

Their eyes met in the moonlight, as if telling the grudges and love and hatred in the world.

"You old man, you finally left first."

The Ye family's ancestor murmured, with a hint of regret in his voice.

Reaching out his hand and wiping across the eyes of Ancestor Zixia, Ye Ming turned around.

"Rest in peace in the nine springs."

As the Ye family ancestor finished speaking, the atmosphere on the battlefield became more solemn.

Everyone stood there silently, as if mourning for Ancestor Zixia.

The moonlight fell like water on the silent battlefield, illuminating everyone's face.

And just when Patriarch Zixia died fighting on the top of Zixia Mountain.

At the foot of Zixia Mountain, in a hidden tunnel, several figures quietly emerged.

They were ragged and looked haggard, as if they had gone through countless hardships.

“Brother!” A shrill cry broke the silence of the tunnel, carrying with it endless sorrow and despair. “Master and the others, as well as our Zixia Taoist sect, are all gone… all gone… wuwu!”

It was a slightly childish voice, revealing unspeakable sorrow.

The man called senior brother had a flash of reluctance and determination in his eyes.

He is An Zixiang, the second son of the leader of Zixia Sect.

Once upon a time, I was also a young man full of vigor and vitality.

However, at this moment, the hope and future of the entire Zixia orphanage were carried on his shoulders.

And his eldest brother, the eldest son of the leader of Zixia Taoist sect, is also the eldest senior brother of Zixia Taoist sect.

They were buried on the top of Zixia Mountain along with their father, the head of Zixia Taoist sect, and Zixia ancestor.

He has been the master of Zixia Mountain for who knows how many years.

Faced with this impending storm.

The leader of Zixia Taoist sect and Zixia Patriarch would naturally not fail to make some preparations.

And if we talk about the familiarity with the various terrains of Zixia Mountain.

Even if twice as many Night Demon troops came, they might not be able to capture the seeds prepared by the Zixia Taoist sect.

"Brother, don't be too sad."

"Although the Zixia Taoist sect has suffered a great disaster, as long as we are still alive, the flame of the Taoist sect will not be extinguished."

He walked slowly to the grieving junior brother and patted his shoulder gently, his voice low and powerful.

"Brother, what should we do?"

"Master, elders and fellow apprentices are all gone. Do we... do we still have hope of rebuilding the Zixia Daoist sect?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another junior sister couldn't help but burst into tears and choked.

"Junior sister, you have to believe that as long as we are determined and uphold the will of our master, the spirit of Zixia Taoist will live forever."

An Zixiang took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with determination.

The air in the tunnel was filled with solemnity and sadness, but in this sad atmosphere, a new force was also quietly growing.

The senior brother looked around, and at the fellow brothers and sisters who had once practiced with him, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

These people are the last seeds of Zixia Taoist Sect.

It is also the hope for rebuilding the Zixia Taoist sect in the future.

"The pain of today is unforgettable. But we must remember that sadness is not the end, but a new beginning."

"The inheritance of Zixia Dao Sect can only rely on us now."

He spoke slowly, his voice revealing endless grief and determination.

(End of this chapter)