125: Chapter 125 The True Remnants

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed. The mist in the valley was churning, and a dark red light flickered faintly, as if a prehistoric beast, waiting to devour someone, had opened its bloody maw. Heart-palpitating wails and the sound of metal clashing came from within, mixed with the angry, terrified roars of Cultivators.

"Someone is being besieged in there!" Zhou Tong's expression changed.

"Let's go take a look!"

The group did not hesitate, immediately unleashing their movement techniques and turning into streams of light as they sped toward the valley.

The closer they got to the valley, the more intense the evil, tyrannical aura became, pressing down so hard that it was almost suffocating. The energy fluctuations permeating the air were chaotic, and even the Law seemed distorted here.

When they broke through the mist and saw the scene inside the valley, even with Chen Zhiwen's composed Heart-Nature, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

The inside of the valley had already become a Shura bloodbath.

Several Disciples of the Zetian Sect, led by that Body Cultivator Cang Yao, were currently back-to-back, forming a precarious defensive formation, struggling to resist the attacks of a terrifying creature.

Around them lay five or six corpses, their blood pooling into a stream, staining the ground dark red.

And their enemy was only one.

It was a humanoid creature shrouded in pitch-black Devilish Qi, standing a zhang tall, with four arms. Each arm looked like it was cast from fine iron, shimmering with a cold, eerie luster.

Its face was blurry, and one could only see a pair of scarlet, blood-like eyes filled with endless tyranny and a desire for slaughter. It did not use any weapons; those four arms were the most terrifying Sharp Weapons. Each swing created a sonic boom that tore through the Void Realm, easily shattering Magic Treasures and tearing through Protective Auras.

"It's... it's a true Remnant Clan!" A Zetian Sect Disciple behind Feng Qingyang exclaimed, his voice filled with fear.

The aura emanating from this four-armed Remnant Clan was far beyond that of the descendants they had encountered before. It was a kind of antiquity and nobility originating from the depths of its Bloodline, as well as an indifference and cruelty toward all things in the world.

Its every movement seemed to contain a certain ancient Dao rhythm of slaughter—simple and efficient, with every strike aimed directly at the vital points.

"Pfft!"

A Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect had superb swordsmanship, his sword light like a Dragon, but the four-armed Remnant Clan reached out two hands to grab the blade, while the other two hands stabbed into his chest like lightning, ripping violently to the sides!

"Ah!"

The scream stopped abruptly. That Prodigy, who was famous in the outside world, was actually torn in half alive, blood and internal organs splattering across the sky—the scene was extremely bloody.

"Form up! Stay steady!" Feng Qingyang roared, his voice like a booming bell, startling those Zetian Sect Disciples who had lost their composure. Without a moment's hesitation, he merged with his sword, turning into an extremely brilliant sword light, stabbing directly at the face of the four-armed Remnant Clan.

"Zetian Sword Art, Startling Swan!"

This sword strike was fast to the extreme, sharp to the extreme, as if it could cut through time and space and destroy all Laws.

However, facing this earth-shattering sword strike, a trace of disdain actually flashed in the four-armed Remnant Clan's scarlet eyes. It moved all four arms, weaving them into an impenetrable black barrier in front of it.

"Clang!"

With a deafening boom, Feng Qingyang's full-force strike only left a shallow white mark on the black arm. A terrifying counter-shock force came through, making him feel as if he had been struck by lightning; he flew backward, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Feng!" The Zetian Sect Disciples were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Strong as Feng Qingyang was, he couldn't even break through the opponent's defense!

The four-armed Remnant Clan knocked Feng Qingyang back with one strike and let out a low roar, seemingly completely enraged.

Its scarlet gaze swept over everyone present and finally landed on Chen Zhiwen. Perhaps it was because Chen Zhiwen had been too calm from the beginning; in its eyes, this calmness was a provocation.

It abandoned its other targets, its four feet stomping hard on the ground, cracking the earth. Its entire figure turned into black lightning, shrouded in monstrous Devilish Qi, and rushed straight at Chen Zhiwen!

"Brother Chen, be careful!" Zheng Chen and the others were terrified, wanting to rescue him but it was already too late.

Those four arms were like four magic spears from Hell, sealing off all of Chen Zhiwen's escape routes, intending to tear him into pieces instantly.

However, facing this attack that would make any peer Cultivator despair, there was still not a ripple on Chen Zhiwen's face. He just stood there quietly, as if he didn't see the earth-shattering strike.

Just as those four arms were about to touch his body, he finally moved.

He didn't draw his sword, nor did he execute any complex Cultivation Technique. He just slowly raised his right hand, pointed his fingers to form a sword, and gently slashed at the Void Realm in front of him.

This action was simple and unadorned, just like a child doodling at random.

But with this casual slash, the whole world instantly lost all sound and all color.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

An overbearing Sword Qi, indescribable in words, burst forth from Chen Zhiwen's fingertips.

It was not brilliant, not sharp, and one couldn't even feel the slightest energy fluctuation. It was just a pure silver line.

This overbearing Sword Qi appeared directly on the body of the four-armed Remnant Clan.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no roar of energy explosion.

That arrogant four-armed Remnant Clan, with a Physical Body strong enough to resist top-tier Magic Treasures, suddenly froze in its forward charge. In its scarlet eyes, for the first time, confusion and fear appeared.

The next moment, centered on that overbearing line, its body, along with the Devilish Qi surrounding it, began to annihilate silently.

It was not collapsing, not shattering, but the most thorough annihilation. It was as if it had been completely erased from this world by an invisible eraser. From the center to the sides, its body turned into the most primitive particles and dissipated into nothingness.

The whole process was terrifyingly quiet.

A breath later, that powerful Remnant Clan, which had caused more than a dozen Prodigies to bleed and even forced Feng Qingyang to retreat, simply disappeared into thin air, not leaving behind a single hair or a drop of blood.

Inside the valley, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone widened their eyes and opened their mouths, as if they had been hit by a freezing spell, staring blankly at the white-clothed figure who was slowly retracting his finger.

On Feng Qingyang's face, the shock was beyond measure. He stared fixedly at Chen Zhiwen, as if meeting this person for the first time. What kind of power was that slash just now? It had already exceeded his understanding of the Dao of the sword.

Zheng Chen, Ye Hao, and the others had even blanker minds. They knew Chen Zhiwen was strong, but they had never imagined he could be strong to such an unimaginable degree.

That was a true Remnant Clan that even Feng Qingyang couldn't shake, and it was... killed by his casual finger slash?

Chen Zhiwen retracted his hand, his expression indifferent, as if he had just done a trivial thing. He walked to the place where the four-armed Remnant Clan had disappeared, squatted down, picked up a pinch of dust remaining on the ground, and sniffed it gently.

He raised his head, his deep gaze looking toward the peak of Qinghua Mountain shrouded in mist, and spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears.

"It seems our previous judgment was wrong."

"It was only a... gatekeeper."