Follow the path of Dao from infancy-Chapter 948 - 193: Can’t Touch Her

Hearing the Ancestor’s words, Ying Xiaoxiao lightly bit her lip, gazing at Li Hao. A multitude of thoughts surged through her mind until she finally shook her head slowly and said:

"Perhaps he came here just by passing through."

"..."

The Divine King fell silent. These words struck him like a resounding slap across the face, leaving him with a sense of self-mockery and coldness.

To think that he possessed such ignorant bloodlines—it was truly laughable.

Even in the face of undeniable evidence, the other party continued to harbor such foolish favoritism. As an Ancestor, it seemed he had no authority at all.

"If that’s the case, should he dare set foot on the battlefield, I want you to personally kill him!"

The Divine King spoke word by word, devoid of emotion.

Ying Xiaoxiao’s complexion changed, turning pale for a moment. Yet after exchanging a glance with the distant Li Hao, she took a deep breath, her eyes growing resolute: "I will do my utmost to fight for the Divine Clan!"

Upon hearing this, the Divine King no longer wished to waste words with her. Facing the Void Sky Abyss, he spoke aloud to the Source Ancestor:

"Once again, the same old drama. All these years, not a single shred of novelty—still trying to borrow All Heavens’ hand, aren’t you?!"

His voice reverberated through the void, transcending the speed of sound—a form of Law Power. It rippled through the tens of millions of elite troops of the Divine Clan, resonating in the minds of the many Saints present at the Demon Slaughter Conference.

The Saints at the gathering all changed expression. The Divine King’s voice, imbued with Law Power, pierced through their protective Dao barriers and reverberated at the crown of their heads—a form of intimidation.

From millions of miles away, his Law Power exerted such an influence. In direct battle, it was likely to result in devastating attacks instantly.

"Demon Ancestor, back then I pitied your arduous cultivation and spared your life. Yet you felt no gratitude. Today you tread the same path again. This time, bring your clan’s cursed blood and rest eternally in this Void Sky Abyss."

The Source Ancestor spoke with indifference.

His voice was gentle like a spring breeze, dispersing the oppressive, domineering intimidation of the Divine King. Then, it roared toward the Divine Clan’s army, transforming from a spring breeze into a torrential downpour—a storm pregnant with thunder.

Under his helmet, the Divine King’s eyes shot out a chilling light like lightning, tearing apart the Source Ancestor’s force in an apparent test of their confrontation.

"No need for anger, Source Ancestor. Though I cannot rival the Demon Ancestor, should any of the Demon Race cross the boundary, I will surely be the first to strike them down!"

The black-robed Saint who had spoken earlier interjected, his tone steady.

Li Hao had also caught his name—a veteran Saint known as the Netherworld Saint.

The man had one foot already stepped into the realm of Supreme Saint, and he had long earned the title "Invincible Below Supreme Saint."

Like the Star Saint before him, both had enjoyed centuries of glory as unmatched powers in their day, reigning supreme in the absence of a Supreme Saint. Eventually, they retired to contemplate the path to Supreme Saint.

That path, however, had eluded him across countless ages, yet his overall power had only grown more fearsome by any measure compared to his peak.

"Indeed, I wouldn’t mind meeting that wretched dragon." Nearby, the Star Saint voiced his interest as well.

"If we’re dealing with that wretched dragon, I might lend a hand."

At that moment, the short and stout man who had been silent all along also grinned while speaking.

His complexion looked radiant as he continued summoning dishes to the table, which had more empty plates piled in front of him than anyone else.

Li Hao gazed silently at the Divine Clan’s army.

The Source Ancestor glanced at Li Hao, then smiled serenely: "Should the Demon Ancestor lay hands on any of you, I will ensure he pays the price."

The rest of the Saints understood that if the Demon Ancestor revealed the slightest opening while attacking others, he would undoubtedly suffer a thunderous strike from the Source Ancestor.

"Why hasn’t Haotian Venerate spoken yet?"

"Netherworld Saint and Star Saint were both invincible below Supreme Saint. He’s managed to offend both at once—that’s quite bold for one so young."

"True, if we’re talking raw talent, he does have the qualifications for arrogance. But in terms of actual combat power right now, his foundation is still somewhat thin."

The Saints exchanged meaningful glances, and those familiar with each other spoke through transmitted thoughts.

At this moment, in the Void Sky Abyss, the Divine King stood immovable like a mountain, while figures soared within the Divine Clan’s sphere. Among them were not only Saints from the Divine Clan but also Saints who had pledged allegiance from other Holy Lands.

Among them was Ying Qingshuang, the former Clan Leader.

Now that the Ancestor had returned and the Divine Clan was rising again, the Clan Leader’s position and power naturally fell to the Divine King. Ying Qingshuang reverted to her previous role as a blade of the Divine Clan, clearing obstacles for her family.

"Condensing Array, Extreme Emperor Cang Array!"

Ying Qingshuang’s expression turned solemn as she uttered in a low voice.

In an instant, the Divine Clan army began to move, transforming from a golden ocean into blossoming golden lotuses in the void, forming an intricate array.

Within the array, a storm seemed to arise. Extreme Dao power surged and gathered into the array’s center, where figures of Semi-Saints of the Divine Clan emerged, their presence amplified by the array’s power. They gleamed with crimson-gold brilliance, like Golden Crows rising within the void.

"The ancient Extreme Emperor Cang Array certainly lives up to its reputation. Even Semi-Saints can wield strength comparable to Saints,"

Netherworld Saint remarked coldly as he watched the scene unfold.

Having spoken, he stepped forward, appearing instantly in the void outside the gathering.

The pressure emanating from him swept across the skies, darkness surging from his body like tides, seemingly intent on swallowing the heavens.

One man’s figure alone appeared capable of withstanding an army of ten thousand.

Seeing the Netherworld Saint’s majestic aura, the Saints grew somber, their eyes revealing deep awe and apprehension.

"Such power—it’s likely on par with a Supreme Saint."

"But he hasn’t truly become a Supreme Saint yet, or he wouldn’t need to hold back."

"I wonder, could it be possible that the Netherworld Saint isn’t Supreme Saint but already capable of exchanging a few rounds with one?"

This suggestion left many unsettled. Not a Supreme Saint, yet capable of dueling one briefly? Such individuals were rarer than Supreme Saints themselves!

"Haotian Venerate really shouldn’t have been so conceited earlier," remarked someone who gazed at Li Hao, feeling smug in their heart.