I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

But it was still too late.

The black dragon, as vast as a mountain, struck across the sky, slamming into the desolate bird.

Crack!

Under the fierce impact, the desolate bird screamed, with most of its body shattered, blood splattering in all directions.

Each drop of blood that fell splashed onto the clan soldiers below, causing them to cry out in agony, collapsing to the ground in violent convulsions before dying.

The desolate bird, with half of its body shattered, began to fall immediately, struggling to turn and escape.

But the Glazed Dragon opened its mouth, a crystalline inner core spinning through the air across a thousand feet, striking the desolate bird’s skull.

Crack!

The desolate bird didn’t even let out a mournful cry; its skull instantly shattered, blood spraying everywhere.

The struggling carcass lost all movement, crashing down from the sky, scattering blood and bones across the land, dyeing it red.

The Glazed Dragon quickly charged forward, swallowing its inner core into its abdomen. If not for the desolate bird’s copper sinews and iron bones being hard to split, it wouldn’t have risked using its inner core to break its skull.

The sudden demise of the three-winged desolate bird shocked the four silhouettes at the other two battlegrounds.

With the desolate bird subdued, the Tier Four combat power was immediately thrown into imbalance.

"Haha, good!"

Lord Jishan laughed aloud, "Master of the Qiu Yin Vein, if you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for sending Ali over!"

Lord Jishan’s words not only changed the expression of the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein but also altered Muo Xiao’s expression.

Damn it, the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein didn’t die; instead, its seat beast did.

Watching the Glazed Dragon extract and swallow the desolate bird’s inner core, flying back into the air.

The Master of the Qiu Yin Vein urgently shouted, "Muo Xiao, if you have any tricks left, use them quickly."

"Ali, come assist me!"

"You help the clan elders take down Qiu Yin!"

Lord Jishan spoke again, naturally guessing that Shen Can had arrived, but not explicitly stating it, using ’you’ as a reference.

With these words, the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein’s expression changed.

It wasn’t Muo Xiao; the recent slaying of the three-winged desolate bird had frightened it.

Even from afar, it understood that the desolate bird was caught by the Glazed Dragon through a surprise attack.

If the martial artist from the Human Race hiding on the battlefield strikes at it, its fate will be no better.

"Muo Xiao, didn’t you say everything was under control? Your seat beast had its inner core taken, is this your control!"

"Can you do it!"

"Where are the humans you collaborated with!"

In the past, it cooperated with the Muo Yan Branch’s actions, but as a major branch itself, when life is at stake, the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein naturally no longer feels obliged to be polite.

"Damn it!"

Muo Xiao’s fierce eyes glanced downward.

It’s been so long, and the Mu Race Leader who coordinated with its ambush hasn’t acted again, surely ran away.

Damn humans, truly untrustworthy, otherwise it wouldn’t have pretended for so long.

Perhaps it was entangled with the Mu Race Leader for too long, making Jishan Old Ghost suspect something, which led to the reckless attack.

Boom!

The next moment, Muo Xiao stepped out several hundred feet, his hand surrounded by earthy yellow blood energy, transforming into the shadow of a mountain.

"Fist Subdues Mountains and Rivers!"

Boom!

Instantly, Lord Jishan felt a blur in front of him, the surrounding void seemed to freeze.

The mountain peaks shaped like a hand descends from the sky, with an aura that seems poised to crush his flesh.

With a thunderous crash, the blade light emanating from Lord Jishan shattered completely, and he truly felt as if struck by a colossal mountain, retreating several hundred feet, his blood energy erupted and rippling throughout his body.

Yet Lord Jishan couldn’t afford to worry about his surging blood energy, looking in horror at Muo Xiao across from him.

Fist Subdues Mountains and Rivers, one of the Five Elements Clan Suppression Techniques of the Yongshan Bo Division, created by Marquis Yongshan, with few qualifying to cultivate it in those days.

Since the disappearance of Marquis Yongshan, this technique hasn’t been heard of appearing again.

...

Meanwhile, at the edge of the battlefield, the Mu Race Leader had prepared to leave.

At this moment, glancing back at the distant sky.

Above the wilderness, the commotion from the clash between Tier Four Divine Treasure echoed like thunder, while Muo Xiao’s recent roar allowed him to hear clearly.

Fist Subdues Mountains and Rivers, it’s the technique of Marquis Yongshan!

His purpose for conspiring with the Xiaoyang Race was for the legacy of Marquis Yongshan.

Previously, Muo Xiao had only given him some incomplete pieces, and since both sides hadn’t reached an agreement, the discussions naturally were intermittent.

At this moment, the Mu Race Leader halted his retreat.

...

"Back then, Marquis Yongshan defeated my Xiaoyang, today I practice his technique, it’s cosmic retribution!"

Looking at Lord Jishan’s astonishment, Muo Xiao’s gaze swept over the combatants below, radiating cold intent.

"Jishan Old Ghost, savor your Human Race’s strongest technique well!"

With Muo Xiao’s utterance, the battlefield erupted in tumult.

Especially the Thousand Captains, Myriarchs, and other Celestial Vein Martial Artists instinctively turned their gaze towards Muo Xiao.

In an instant, Lord Jishan quickly shouted, "Muo Xiao, you might deceive others.

I, Jishan was personally conferred by Marquis Yongshan as the Bo Division, receiving direct inheritance.

The technique cultivated by Marquis Yongshan, I, Jishan long ago memorized in clan history, daring to impersonate Marquis Yongshan’s strongest technique in my presence!"

With those words, Lord Jishan swung the blade down!

In the clash, the blade, emanating icy cold air, kept shattering beneath Muo Xiao’s palm, scattering into countless ice shards in all directions.

Muo Xiao’s fist power seemed to integrate with mysteries, with each punch exploding with heavy primal force, crashing down one after another.

The Glazed Dragon Crescent Blade in Lord Jishan’s hand continuously emitted a resonant hum.