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Chapter 300: Is This... a Heavenly Tribulation? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

At the critical moment, from deep within the Spirit Clan’s ancestral grounds—

Boom!

All of a sudden, a terrifying aura burst forth, as if it could pierce through the ancient past and the boundless future, sweeping across the myriad heavens and worlds. An unsurpassed existence finally emerged.

Dong!

The firmament shattered.

From the other end of time and space, a withered, skeletal hand holding a dragon-headed staff seemed to transcend the limits of space and time themselves, slamming down violently onto the golden lion’s head.

This staff was unimaginably powerful and dreadful. At the instant it appeared, it devoured all the light between heaven and earth, leaving only itself as the sole existence.

Like a celestial pillar descending across the void, it crushed everything in its path. Accompanied by the harmonious resonance of the Great Dao, countless strands of divine laws cascaded down.

Each strand of divine law was like a chain forged of divine metal—every single one capable of slaying a Life and Death Realm expert, or even a Divine Palace Realm powerhouse. Now, all of them converged upon the dragon-headed staff.

One could only imagine how terrifying this strike truly was.

Boom—!

A thunderous explosion shook the heavens.

The golden lion, which moments ago had seemed capable of devouring the world, had no power to resist under this blow. After letting out a mournful cry, it shattered into countless motes of divine radiance.

It was, after all, only a Saint’s projection.

Before a genuine Saint, it still fell far short.

As the golden lion vanished, everyone in the Spirit Clan let out a long breath of relief. Immediately afterward, excitement surged through them.

Many people fell to their knees on the spot, shouting loudly:

"This junior greets the Old Ancestor!"

"This junior greets the Old Ancestor!"

"This junior greets the Grand Elder!"

Deafening voices converged into a vast tide, shaking the stars and surging in all directions, as though even the four poles of heaven and earth were trembling in rhythm.

Step! Step! Step!

Heavy footsteps rang out.

Amid the thunderous cries, an elderly man with snow-white hair stepped onto the void. His body was hunched, his frame thin and frail. Loose, ill-fitting robes draped over his gaunt form, making him look even more withered.

Yet, though he did not emit the slightest oppressive aura, both Jiang Taixuan and Xiao Fan understood clearly that this man was a Saint of the Spirit Clan.

More precisely, one of the Spirit Clan’s Saints.

They would not naively believe that such a vast Spirit Clan was upheld by only a single Saint.

The old man shuffled forward. His pace was slow, but with every step he took, the void within a thousand li trembled, as if an undying god were ascending the throne that belonged to him.

Every member of the Spirit Clan fixed their gaze upon the old man, their eyes burning with fervor. With the Grand Elder appearing personally, no matter how heaven-defying Xiao Fan’s methods were, this time he was surely doomed.

The only thing that worried them was how the Grand Elder would deal with them after killing Xiao Fan and Jiang Taixuan.

After all, the strongest among the two was only at the Divine Palace Realm.

And yet, just the two of them had barged into the Spirit Clan’s ancestral grounds and inflicted such massive losses upon the entire clan. If not for the Grand Elder’s intervention, that single talisman alone might have destroyed half of the Spirit Clan’s ancestral grounds.

"Xiao Fan?"

Standing in the void, looking down from above, the Grand Elder gazed at Xiao Fan. There was no emotion in his aged eyes as he slowly spoke:

"Child, you’ve grown up."

There was, inexplicably, a trace of warmth in those words.

It was as if the one standing before him was not an enemy of the Spirit Clan, but a younger relative of his own—and he, an elder showing care for a junior.

"Thanks to the Spirit Clan, I’ve managed to survive until today."

Xiao Fan spoke coldly, tilting his head up to meet the Grand Elder’s gaze. Deep within his eyes lay icy killing intent.

"That you’ve reached this point without perishing brings me great comfort. Since you stand here today, why not let go of the hatred of the past?"

The Spirit Clan’s Grand Elder smiled gently, utterly unconcerned, and continued:

"I can make the decision myself. The Spirit Clan will not pursue any of today’s matters, nor anything from the past."

"Grand Elder—!"

The moment the old man finished speaking, among the Spirit Clan, one of the elders was about to speak up.

The Grand Elder’s words were simply too inconceivable. One had to know that in order to deal with Xiao Fan, the Spirit Clan had lost far too many experts. Just among those at the Divine Palace Realm, there were already more than a dozen casualties.

Moreover, the recent fall of a Saint was, at its root, inseparably connected to Xiao Fan. If Xiao Fan had not existed, the Spirit Clan would never have become enemies with Li Xun in the first place.

Yet now, with a few light words, the Spirit Clan’s Grand Elder intended to wipe away everything from the past.

As members of the Spirit Clan, no matter what, they could not swallow this grievance.

Even if they knew Xiao Fan’s talent was terrifying, it was still unacceptable.

"Hahaha!"

As if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world, Xiao Fan burst out laughing. The depths of his eyes were filled with icy coldness as he said in a chilling voice:

"Should I also thank you for your mercy in not killing me?"

First, his Immortal Marrow had been extracted. Then he had been hunted down for years, each escape a brush with death. If not for his extraordinary fortune, the grass on his grave would already be three zhang tall by now.

And yet today, the Spirit Clan’s Grand Elder spoke as though the Spirit Clan had done nothing wrong, as if this were some kind of benevolent charity.

As though so long as the Spirit Clan no longer pursued the past, he should be endlessly grateful.

One had to remember—

He was the true victim.

"Old bastard, one day I will kill you!"

Xiao Fan shouted coldly.

His hair flew wildly as he moved without hesitation. Simple and direct, he threw a punch carrying the force of ten thousand jun, opening wide and striking straight ahead. Furious waves surged outward, shaking the void for a hundred li.

"Such audacity!"

"How does he dare?!"

"He’s seeking his own death!"

Seeing Xiao Fan take the initiative to attack, the Spirit Clan members were furious. Yet none of them stepped forward to help; instead, all wore expressions as if watching a dead man.

If Xiao Fan were attacking anyone else, they might have intervened.

But this was different.

The target of Xiao Fan’s assault was a Saint!

It was like an ant baring its claws at a colossal dragon—was this not courting death?

"The old man considered your aptitude decent and once intended for you to become Chen’er’s foremost follower. But you have disappointed me greatly."

The Spirit Clan’s Grand Elder shook his head.

There seemed to be a trace of regret in his voice.

He raised his hand slightly, and an unsurpassed majesty radiated outward, piercing the clouds and spanning the heavens. It was so overwhelming it seemed capable of shattering even a Heavenly Emperor, as though the entire world could no longer contain him and all things were on the verge of destruction.

"Since you persist in your delusion, then be on your way."

As the words fell, the old man pressed his palm down, descending like a massive mountain, terrifying beyond measure, clearly about to crush Xiao Fan to death.

Yet at that very moment, the Spirit Clan’s Grand Elder suddenly dispersed all his divine techniques. He abruptly raised his head to look toward the sky, a hint of astonishment flashing deep within his pupils.

"This is... a Heavenly Tribulation?"

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