Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2408 - 2406: Annihilation of the Clan

Extinguishing Blade!

Ethan Smith swung his sword in almost an instant.

"Ethan Smith, damn you, it’s The Master speaking!"

A familiar voice rang out, and a sleazy, large face suddenly appeared next to him, with a hint of leek still lingering on his breath.

The Black Knife exploded at the location where the man with the mustache had originally been, but the force could not burst forth and seemed to be suppressed, as if only lighting a matchstick.

"Man with the mustache, what are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same question."

The man with the mustache replied irritably.

"Quick, tell me, do you know something? The Williams Saintess is also here; I’ll call her right now if you don’t speak up."

Ethan Smith grabbed the man with the mustache, certain that something extraordinary must be in his location; his nose was even more sensitive than a dog’s.

"Shut up, The Master appeared to remind you."

Hearing about the Williams Saintess, the man with the mustache shuddered, but his expression quickly turned stern.

"This is something set up by the Ji Family a long time ago; suspended in this Temple Hall is an Ancient Ghost Sword with extremely evil components. The sword’s handle is made of a scarecrow, and within the handle there hangs a Soul Summoning Bell; even the blade itself contains a piece of bone from Emperor Fengdu, the supreme leader of the Ghost World! All are objects of supreme evil. This Blazing Sword has been hanging here since ten thousand years ago, and ever since, the entire Holmes Royal Family seems to have been cursed. The descendants of the royal family not only continuously decline in strength, but their offspring have also become fewer and fewer."

The man with the mustache appeared to have investigated many secrets.

"Dammit!"

Ethan Smith clenched his fists so hard they cracked, recalling his conversation with the Prince with suspicion.

However, at that time his strength was only at the Reversion Void Stage, he could not notice these situations at all.

"Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang are the two extremes. The essence of royal path is that of Extreme Yang, while this Ghost Sword carries the energy of Extreme Yin. Only by harmonizing the Qi of Yin and Yang can this Ghost Sword be fully integrated. Once the Ghost Sword is completed, it’s likely that the Ji Family will become the leading aristocratic family of the Holy Region."

The man with the mustache said with a cold laugh.

"For selfish gains, to destroy a clan, the Ji Family truly is ruthless. Those resentful spirits are probably unable to leave the Imperial Palace because of this Ghost Sword."

Frederick Cohen frowned, finding these methods even more ruthless than those of the Demon clan.

Consider that at the peak, there were nearly 500,000 members of the Holmes Royal Family who suffered from this Corpse Qi, and it is this Ghost Sword that has been absorbing the royal family’s essence, impacting its members, eventually leading to the complete extinction of the entire royal family.

"Ethan Smith, let’s go. If you believe me, leave this place; even I wouldn’t dare covet this Ghost Sword. I came here mainly to refine an artifact, and if that little girl finds out, even I might be in danger. Do not be rash; this has been the Ji Family’s arrangement over several generations."

The man with the mustache spoke to Ethan Smith with a solemn face; suddenly his expression changed.

"Not good, someone’s coming."

The man with the mustache disappeared in a flash.

At that moment, the great doors of the Temple Hall slowly opened.

At the doorway, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly pushed open the door and walked in.

Ji Ao, Ji Yuyi, along with three Supreme Elders of the Ji Family.

"Why must you force me to kill you over something that has nothing to do with you?"

Ji Ao sighed lightly.

"It has nothing to do with me, your Ji Family wiped out over fifty thousand souls of the Holmes Royal Family, can your Ji Family bear such a blood debt?"

Ethan Smith stared at that delicate face, not understanding how Ji Ao could remain so unaffected while speaking these words.

"Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all beings as stray dogs; the path of cultivation is a solitary road, either live or die. The will of Heaven and Earth can cause countless living beings to slaughter each other and die; only the strong have a greater say," said Ji Ao quietly.

Ethan Smith recalled the Prince’s eyes, unclose in death—how desperate the people of the Holmes Royal Family must have been, cursed by countless people, their Divine Souls downtrodden, their lives continually devoured by this Ghost Sword.

"Shut up!"

The Power of Annihilation surged crazily onto the Black Knife, and Ethan Smith slashed out again.

However, Ji Ao didn’t even look, and the explosive energy burst, just like before, suddenly vanished.

One of the elders in the sky expressionlessly took out a jade bottle and then smashed it on the ground.

Instantly, a howling sound fiercely erupted, and a twisted, nearly transparent soul desperately struggled, emitting a mournful scream.

"Prince!"

Ethan Smith screamed out; it was clearly the already deceased Prince.

Once a member of the Hominini perishes, their three souls and seven spirits must disperse, all consciousness goes to the Ghost World and reenters the cycle of reincarnation.

But at this moment, the Ji Family had somehow broken this norm.

In an instant, within the entire Imperial Palace, there were mournful screams everywhere, and outside, the resentful spirits seemed to be summoned by something.

Countless resentful spirits surged into the Ghost Sword like a hurricane, and a chilling green haze emanated from the sword.

That extreme cold seemed to freeze even Ethan Smith’s Divine Soul into ten thousand years of cold ice.

The Divine Souls that surged into the Ghost Sword let out extremely twisted screams of agony as if they were enduring immense torture.

"The imperial aura of the Holmes Royal Family has finally been completely absorbed into the Evil Eye, today is the day my Ji Family prosper greatly, after three generations of Family Heads, we finally accomplished this."

Ji Ao’s face showed a crazed expression as he laughed loudly towards the sky.

"Did you all also kill the Prince’s Child?"

"Merely a spiritual stone, even an endless mountain of them doesn’t compare to a corner of the Ghost Sword. Since the Ancient Times when my Ji Family obtained the bones of Emperor Fengdu, we have been plotting this, using the royal family’s aura to finally refine this Ghost Sword!"

Ji Ao stared at the Ghost Sword in the sky, his face showing an intoxicated expression.

On the Ghost Sword floating in the air, as the Prince’s Divine Soul entered it, the sword began displaying one pattern after another.

Intertwining the sword’s hilt, blade, and the Soul Summoning Bell.

The Scarecrow let out a mournful screech and at its heart, it unbelievably began beating like a human’s.

Ethan Smith only felt his own Divine Soul also beating with the heart of the Scarecrow.

"Ethan Smith, today the Ghost Sword is fully formed, I didn’t want to draw too much attention and was going to spare you, but since you are courting death, you will be the first sacrifice for this Ghost Sword."

Ji Ao laughed maniacally.

"Idiot, Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art!"

Ethan Smith’s body floated up, and the strongest divine thunder fiercely struck down.

But after a flash of divine thunder, it finally struck Ji Ao.

However, it seemed the impact of the thunder was greatly reduced due to the influence of the Ghost Sword.

"Don’t let him get this Ghost Sword!"

Ethan Smith shouted loudly, Salena Carpenter, Frederick Cohen, and Elder Baker instantly rushed out.

The three Supreme Elders behind Ji Ao moved quickly, attacking them.

In a world-shaking vibration, the three Crossing Tribulation Cultivators immediately went all out.

"Get out of my way! Sumeru Realm!"

Ethan Smith fiercely merged the Sumi Ring with his arm, and the power of the World’s Force explosively burst forth in a punch.

In an instant, the three Crossing Tribulation Cultivators spit blood and were blown back, falling to the ground, their life and death unknown.