Overriding the Heaven

The earth was collapsing, and as far as the eye could see, there were broken walls and broken walls everywhere.    

    

The familiar faces of the villagers were filled with dust and fear.    

    

In the distance, blood was flowing out from beneath the collapsed buildings.    

    

Wailing and crying continued to enter his ears along with the rumbling sounds.    

    

At this moment, this was the same scene everyone saw and heard.    

    

At that moment, a figure suddenly stood up.    

    

The noon sunlight fell from the highest point in the sky.    

    

Everyone squinted their eyes and felt that this figure was very familiar. At this moment, it even had a tinge of sadness and desolation.    

    

In the next moment, everyone saw that the person who stood up from the crowd, step by step, walking towards the gigantic demonic beast with determination and determination was their Shijia Village's Village Chief.    

    

Many of the villagers could not remember how old the Village Chief was this year.    

    

In the memories of many people, when they were still young, the village chief was already the village chief. Furthermore, he had always been this way.    

    

However, if one were to recall carefully, the back of the village chief from several decades ago did not seem to be as humped as he was now. His walk was also much more powerful than it was now.    

    

In these few decades, everyone in the village knew that when the village chief was young, he was once a warrior, and also a warrior who had fought against Dragon-Ridge Mountain's mountain bandit.    

    

It was just that in all the years that the Shijia Village had not been attacked by the mountain bandit, the Village Chief had never had the chance to show his hand in front of the villagers.    

    

Although there would occasionally be a few young people who did not understand and wanted to learn from the village chief, the village chief always refused them with a smile, saying that the elders bullying the younger generation was something that others would gossip about.    

    

There were also those such as "bullying the weak is taboo in the world of cultivation".    

    

In short, no one had seen a village chief claiming to be a martial artist in so many years.    

    

In his early years, there were naturally people who were unconvinced.    

    

However, later on, the Village Chief did indeed continue to do things for the village.    

    

Even some of the young men in the village had extraordinary skills due to his verbal guidance. Although there had not been a single martial artist in the village, everyone had still noticed the change in the village.    

    

Thus, the village chief was gradually respected by the villagers and became the most intelligent elder in the village.    

    

Furthermore, a group of youths in the Shijia Village had already begun to learn martial arts at the age of ten under the guidance of the village head and the exceptionally skilled villagers.    

    

According to the village chief, in the next twenty years, there would definitely be warriors with Genuine Force Stage in Shijia Village.    

    

By then, life in the village will be better.    

    

A village chief who claimed to be a martial artist was acknowledged and respected by the villagers with his wisdom and foresight.    

    

As for the fact that he kept saying that he was a fighter, if it wasn't for the fact that the village chief kept mentioning him, many people would have forgotten about it.    

    

As of now, the fact that the village chief was a martial artist had become a well-meaning joke of the villagers.    

    

No one cared if the Village Head was a true warrior, and even if he was, what did you expect him to do?    

    

However, today, the village was attacked by a terrifying demon beast. All the villagers were facing death and no one dared to resist. At this time, the Old Village Chief stepped forward.    

    

Although he was old, his body and bones were far from being as strong and sturdy as they were in the past.    

    

However, warriors not only had to train themselves, they also had to protect the ground and the water beneath their feet.    

    

Under the bewildered gazes of everyone, the Village Chief walked step by step to where his house should have been.    

    

Not long ago, that green brick house was smashed into ruins by the Violet-Gold Ape.    

    

The Village Chief searched through the ruins before turning his back to the crowd and bending over.    

    

"Hmm?" Seeing this scene, the villagers could not help but let out voices of doubt.    

    

Including the Village Chief's son, all of them shouted in the distance, "Father, what are you doing? Come back quickly!"    

    

At this moment, everyone's minds were filled with the same thought: The village chief is already old. Today, after receiving such a huge shock, he has gone insane.    

    

However, at this time, the village chief's waist suddenly sank down.    

    

In the next moment, his thin back suddenly erupted with an aura of iron and blood!    

    

With a boom, the smell of fire and blood surged out from his body.    

    

With a loud shout, the Village Chief's arm extended into the ruins and then violently pulled back.    

    

Ka-cha! *    

    

Swish!    

    

Suddenly, he pulled out a dark golden long blade from the rubble.    

    

When he turned around again, the village chief's smiling face had an expression of seriousness and decisiveness that he had never shown before.    

    

There was a sharp glint of light in her eyes.    

    

There seemed to be an endless amount of energy gushing out from his body under the coarse cloth.    

    

At this moment, the nearby villagers could all feel the change in the Village Chief's body.    

    

Everyone's eyes widened involuntarily.    

    

Even the village chief's son couldn't help but gasp and mutter, "When did my family …" Is there such a blade? "    

    

"Village head …"    

    

"The village chief is really a martial artist …"    

    

"The village chief did not lie …"    

    

"He's a martial artist …"    

    

Voices began to ring out from the crowd.    

    

In an instant, the fact that the village chief was a martial artist shocked everyone more than the attacks of the monstrous beasts.    

    

Everyone knew that even the strongest warrior would not be a match for this huge monster, let alone the old chief.    

    

However, at this moment, the decisiveness and decisiveness displayed by the Village Chief appeared to have formed a wall in the hearts of the villagers to protect them.    

    

Although there are many dangers ahead, I will always be in front of you.    

    

Wielding a dark golden long blade, the village chief, with a cold expression, took a step forward and started speeding up, rushing towards the Violet-Gold Ape.    

    

His speed increased unceasingly, and the air in front of him began to emit explosive sounds from the pressure. It was as if an explosion was brewing.    

    

After speeding up to the peak, the village chief leaped high into the air. He raised the long saber in his hand above his head and slashed at the ape demon.    

    

An explosive shout could be clearly heard by everyone present at the moment.    

    

"Raging Blood Slash!"    

    

One was a Violet-Gold Ape with a body like a mountain and mouth like a black hole; the other was a skinny old man with white hair.    

    

But at this moment, the old man's rage surged, and the scene of him welcoming the Violet-Gold Ape froze all the villagers at the scene, as well as those people from the merchant caravan, into an eternal image in their hearts.    

    

He lifted his head, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the sight before him.    

    

This scene, which despite knowing that he was about to die, was still moving forward bravely. Suddenly, a part of Chu Yan's memories, collided with and fused together.    

    

"What if he doesn't come back?"    

    

"Then I will not return."    

    

"There are some things that cannot be wrong, only whether you are willing or not."    

    

"My name is Tang Qiuyun, I'm a rogue cultivator of Pulse Condensation Stage."    

    

"Chu Yan, leave quickly! They want to catch me, so hurry up and leave! "    

    

"My teacher is the bravest person I've ever met, and also the role model of my entire life, so I won't fall here."    

    

"She is my companion. I will not let you take away her innate constitution."    

    

"Before Chu Yan comes back, leave this place to me, Asura!"    

    

Countless voices, men and women, resounded in his mind.