Since Shouzhe has not given the order, it means he has other plans. Immediately, they restrained their actions. They were curious about what other trump card Shouzhe could have. This great-grandson had become increasingly inscrutable to them. At a critical moment. Wang Shouzhe drew the sword from his waist with a "clang" and threw it forward: "Sixth Grandpa, catch the sword." The sword spun twice in the air before landing in Wang Xiaohan’s hand. Holding the treasure sword, he instantly seemed like a changed man, his courage bolstered, and he swung the sword back at Zhao Bojun. That sword strike splendidly released a heavy, earth-colored sword aura, which swept towards Zhao Bojun like a half-moon arc, domineering and fierce. "The Cosmic Palace Sword!" Zhao Bojun’s face turned drastically as he shouted, not daring to confront it, hurriedly sidestepping in a panicked escape. The impression of the Cosmic Palace Sword was deeply ingrained in him; back in the hands of Ancestor Zhou Xuan, it was like a God of Slaughter’s sword, having slain countless fierce beasts. Even that Tier Five "Sun-Devouring Golden-Winged Tiger" had once been struck by it and thus injured. With this sword drawn, Zhao Bojun dared not withstand it directly. The sword aura flashed by, cutting a seventy or eighty-foot-long gully in the hard soil of the camp. "Zhao Bojun, where are you running to?" Wang Xiaohan, holding the "Cosmic Palace Sword," seemed like Ancestor Zhou Xuan was possessing him, chasing after Zhao Bojun with sword flashes like dragons, full of might. Back then, when the Wang family was at its peak, relying on expansion responsibilities, Ancestor Zhou Xuan made a fortune. He also spent much effort collecting materials and personally went to Longzuo County to invite an Artifact Refining Master to forge two spiritual artifacts. One was named [Cosmic Palace], a treasure sword for the clan. Another named [Longyan] was gifted to his granddaughter Wang Longyan to assist her in competing for a place in the Academy, taking a step further. Since Ancestor Zhou Xuan’s demise, no one in the clan has been qualified to wield the Cosmic Palace Sword. As it bears the clan’s hopes and faith, it was enshrined in the ancestral hall, silently waiting for the next Sword Master. In this decisive battle, Wang Shouzhe brought the spiritual artifact sword without hesitation as a trump card. With the Cosmic Palace Sword witnessing the destruction of the once enemy clans, Liu and Zhao, it’s both opportune and a way to console Ancestor Zhou Xuan’s spirit in heaven, why not? Meanwhile, inside the tent. Ancestor Lua Mingsheng and Ancestor Mang exchanged a glance. The rıghtful source is 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 Indeed, Shouzhe lived up to his name, commanding and strategizing centrally, firmly grasping the Liu Zhao clans. Regardless of how many trump cards the opposing side had, they were taken one by one, as though everything was under control. This great-grandson is truly extraordinary. Now, he has yet to even reach the Spirit Platform Realm and already possesses such remarkable bearing. All the clan ancestors followed his command and direction with proper pacing and much organization. What will it be like when he attains the Spirit Platform Realm? He truly is a great-grandson of mine, Gongsun Mang/Lua Mingsheng... The two contented ancestors suddenly thought of each other’s presence, once again glaring at each other, finding one another increasingly displeasing. "Wang Xiaohan, do you think you can kill Zhao Bojun, who just entered the Spirit Platform, with just a treasure sword?" Zhao Bojun was extremely agitated, not daring to confront the powerful Cosmic Palace Sword head-on and could only keep dodging outside. "Hehe." Holding the Cosmic Palace Sword, Wang Xiaohan exuded a majestic aura, "No problem, let’s take our time. I want to see how long your medicinal effects can last." Zhao Bojun wailed inwardly, initially thinking of quickly killing Wang Xiaohan, then assisting Liu Zhide in jointly killing or at least severely wounding Wang Longyan. But unexpectedly, Wang Shouzhe turned the unfavorable situation around with just a [Cosmic Palace Sword]. The grey-robed Demon Cultivator, confronting Ruhong Ancestor, appeared somewhat hesitant. However, Ruhong Ancestor didn’t even open his eyes, speaking calmly, "What, regretting getting involved in this mess? Thinking about escaping?" The grey-robed Demon Cultivator’s gaze sharpened, and he coldly chuckled, "It’s just that the situation is slightly perilous, once the Wang clan’s trump cards are exhausted, they will either die or be half-crippled." As the grey-robed Demon Cultivator finished speaking. Patriarch Liu, Liu Shengye, roared: "Everyone, the turning point of the two clans’ destiny has arrived. The ancestors have already exerted their efforts. In this battle, our victory is certain. The target is Wang Shouzhe; everyone, charge!" With Liu Shengye’s furious shout. A few elite household generals of the Liu Zhao clans, family elders, two patriarchs, and the two Spirit Platform Realm seeds, Liu Shenghao and Zhao Daoyuan, all charged towards Wang Shouzhe’s direction. Especially Liu Shenghao and Zhao Daoyuan, who were already at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, their combat power nowhere near the Spirit Platform Realm, but still incomparable to ordinary Qi Refining cultivators. The two raced ahead, eyes gleaming with ferocity. Since the Wang clan had played all their cards, they wouldn’t balk at overwhelming them with strength. This is a life-or-death clan war, the hatred and conflicts between the sides have long been irreconcilable. Everyone on the clan war battlefield is an enemy. "Shouzhe!" Wang Shouxin, at the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Realm, drew his sword, stepping in front of Wang Shouzhe, his face resolute, "You take the children and retreat first." Wang Shouyi and Wang Shounuo also drew their swords and stood at the forefront. Although they were only at the fourth and fifth layers of Qi Refining, they still exuded the boldness of the Wang clan. Two elders of the Ding Generation exchanged a glance, laughing heartily, each drawing their weapons and stepping to the front. The Ding Generation had suffered heavy losses, with only three remaining alive, and the eldest, Wang Dingchuan, who was already sixty-five, stayed back to guard the family. "Ding Generation, take the front line!" "Shou Generation, take the second line!"; "Shouzhe and Fang Jie, take the children and retreat!" With elders of the Ding Generation and the Shou Generation uncles, brothers, all taking their positions at the front lines, not a single one was afraid, their eyes filled with the burning determination to fight the enemy to the death. And the household generals, too, drew their weapons, standing at the flanks of the first and second rows. The Wang family had been cowed long enough over these fifty years! It was time to show the Wang clan’s fiery spirit. The descendants of Ancestor Zhou Xuan were no cowards. "Why retreat! They are just a bunch of weaklings." Wang Luqiu, with his hands behind his back, sneered, "I will deal with one of the fourth-layer generals." "Me too." Wang Luojing was not to be outdone, a resolute and fierce look in her eyes, "Today, this young lady is going to kill!" Even Wang Lici was unwilling to back down, patting her chest, saying: "I’m the big sister, I’ll take care of one at the fifth layer." Her bold words elicited skeptical glances from Wang Luojing and Wang Luqiu, questioning her capability. Similarly, Wang Shouyong and Wang Shou Lian, the two younger brothers, along with the fourth sister Wang Luotong, also expressed their determination for a fight to the death. The Wang family united as one at that moment. No one would retreat, and no one was afraid of death. Meanwhile, Chen Fangjie and Wang Shouzhe exchanged glances, both seeing calmness in each other. There was no choice because two ancestors were still lurking in the tent, making calmness unavoidable. Everything happened quickly. Liu Shenghao and Zhao Daoyuan were already soaring through the air like falcons, heading towards the Wang family members with the posture of tigers among sheep. Just as the two ancestors were heartily anxious, wondering why Shouzhe hadn’t ordered an action, just about to intervene. A plain-looking carriage parked in the middle suddenly exploded open. "Boom!" It burst open. A gigantic, ferocious-looking turtle beast stretched its body from the slightly cramped carriage cabin, shattering it. It happened to see a figure flying across, and its turtle head instinctively pecked swiftly, "Owu," it caught that figure with its mouth. The one caught was Liu Shenghao, who screamed in agony under the bone-crushing pain and terror. The battlefield fell into sudden silence! Only Liu Shenghao’s lingering screams filled the air. "This is... a Tier Three Ferocious Beast!" Standing beside Wang Shouzhe, Chen Fangjie’s face changed drastically, involuntarily stepping back a couple of steps. Other ancestors were also dumbfounded. How was it possible that the Wang family had reared a Tier Three Spirit Beast?