126: Chapter 126: A Clan at the Peak of the Grandmaster Realm!

His voice echoed in the deathly silent valley, each word striking the hearts of the crowd like a heavy hammer.

"Gatekeeper..."

This word sent a chill through everyone's bodies. A terrifying creature capable of easily tearing apart a Prodigy and withstanding Feng Qingyang's full-force strike without injury was actually just a gatekeeper? Then, what kind of terrifying existence was being suppressed at the Peak of Qinghua Mountain?

Feng Qingyang's face was pale; he clutched his chest, his gaze towards Chen Zhiwen filled with complexity. Shock, suspicion, and a trace of awe stemming from a Martial Artist's instinct.

He had prided himself as the number one of the younger generation of Zetian Sect, and looking across the entire Huang Prefecture, his peers were rare as Phoenix feathers and Qilin horns, but today he realized, there is always someone better. The Fifth Prince, whom he had always regarded as somewhat mysterious but whose strength he assumed was on par with his own, possessed true power that was an abyss he needed to look up to.

Zheng Chen, Ye Hao, and the others gulped, swallowing with difficulty; they felt their worldview completely overturned in this moment. Killing a Remnant Clan member with a flick of a finger—what kind of Divine Might was this?

Grandmaster Realm? No, I fear even an ordinary Grandmaster Realm expert could never do it so effortlessly!

Just when the atmosphere in the valley had become extremely heavy, a sudden change occurred!

"Boom—!"

An indescribably terrifying aura, like a volcano that had been dormant for eternity, erupted from the Peak of Qinghua Mountain!

That aura was overbearing, desolate, and ancient, filled with apathy towards life and resentment. In the face of this aura, the ferocity of the previous four-armed Remnant Clan member was simply like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.

The entire Qinghua Mountain trembled violently, countless rocks tumbled down, and the Void Realm rippled visibly. Above the sky, clouds swirled in reverse, leaden clouds gathered, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

A pressure that made even the Soul tremble descended, and Cultivators with weaker cultivation bases felt their legs go weak, collapsing directly to the ground, losing even the courage to stand.

"There is... something stronger!" Zhou Qi's voice was trembling.

Chen Zhiwen's gaze suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's. He looked up towards the mountain Peak shrouded in dense Devilish Qi, stars seemingly flickering and vanishing in his eyes. He felt it clearly; that aura, pure and ancient, carrying a trace of Bloodline suppression, was indeed a true Remnant Clan member, and its strength had already firmly stepped into the Peak Grandmaster Realm!

"Not good! My Zetian Sect brothers are still at the top of the mountain!" Feng Qingyang's expression changed drastically. He could no longer care about his own injuries or his shock regarding Chen Zhiwen, and shouted sternly: "Form up, follow me up the mountain!"

Before his voice even faded, he had transformed into a stream of light, charging towards the mountain Peak against the terrifying pressure.

"Senior Brother Feng!" The remaining Zetian Sect Disciples did not hesitate at all; even knowing there were tigers on the mountain, they followed resolutely. Sect honor and brotherhood caused them to disregard life and death.

"Let's go!"

Ao Ming of the North Sea Demon Clan let out a Dragon roar, green Demon power rising to the sky, transforming into the shadow of a flood dragon, following closely behind.

The other Prodigies of the Nine Great Sects and Four Great Dynasties, after a brief moment of shock, gritted their teeth, unleashed their movement techniques, and rushed towards the source of that aura. They were all the favored sons of their respective factions, possessing their own pride; how could they shrink back at this moment!

Chen Zhiwen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to Zheng Chen and the others beside him: "Follow."

The group transformed into dozens of long rainbows, tearing through the sky and speeding towards the mountain Peak overflowing with Devilish Qi.

The higher they went, the more terrifying the pressure became. The air was as thick as a quagmire, the Law was severely distorted here, and everyone's speed was greatly affected.

When they rushed onto a huge platform, the scene before their eyes made everyone's blood almost freeze.

On the platform, blood flowed like a river, and severed limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere. Several Zetian Sect Disciples had already turned into cold corpses, their deaths miserable, their faces still retaining the terror and unwillingness from before they died.

And in the center of that pool of blood, a humanoid creature taller than the previous four-armed Remnant Clan member was standing quietly.

It was nearly two zhang tall and also had four arms, but its body was not pitch black; instead, it presented a dark golden metallic texture, covered in mysterious and ancient Devilish patterns.

Its features were clearly visible, handsome to the point of being eerie, but its eyes were pure blood-red, containing not a shred of emotion, only eternal slaughter and coldness. In its hand, it held a pale long spear polished from the bones of an unknown beast.

At this moment, the bone spear of this dark golden Remnant Clan member was piercing through the heart of a Zetian Sect Disciple.

"Little Xuan!" Feng Qingyang's eyes split open in anger, and he let out a roar of absolute grief.

The Disciple whose heart had been pierced was none other than Little Xuan, the Zetian Sect Disciple who had been following behind them earlier.

He turned his youthful face with difficulty, looked at Feng Qingyang, his lips moving, but he could not say a single word. The luster in his eyes rapidly faded, and his life force was severed.

The dark golden Remnant Clan member flicked its hand casually, tossing Little Xuan's corpse away like trash. Its blood-red eyes slowly swept over the crowd that had just arrived, a cruel arc curling at the corners of its mouth.

"Another group of... food has arrived." Its voice was hoarse and ancient, as if two pieces of metal were rubbing against each other, every syllable carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

"I will kill you!"

Feng Qingyang was completely consumed by rage; the grief of seeing his fellow Disciple die miserably before his eyes caused him to disregard life and death.

"Sword Domain, open!"

With a violent shout, a sharp and unparalleled Sword Intent erupted from him as the center, transforming into a Domain with a radius of a hundred zhang. Within the Domain, thousands of Sword Qi crisscrossed, the air was sliced with hissing sounds, and every inch of space was filled with destructive sharpness.

"Zetian Sword Art, Burning Heaven!"

He slashed out with his sword, and the power of the entire Sword Domain seemed to be drained, converging into a hundred-zhang-long crimson Sword Qi, carrying the might to burn mountains and boil seas, slashing down towards the head of the dark golden Remnant Clan member!

This strike was already his Peak strike in the Grandmaster Realm!

However, facing this earth-shattering strike, the dark golden Remnant Clan member just gave a disdainful cold snort. It didn't even move its feet; it just slowly raised the bone long spear in its hand and stabbed lightly towards the incoming Sword Qi.

"Ding!"

A soft sound, like the tip of a needle meeting the point of a wheat awn.

The next moment, a scene that terrified everyone occurred.

The crimson Sword Qi, capable of splitting mountains, the moment it touched the tip of the bone spear, actually shattered inch by inch like fragile glass, dissipating into specks of light filling the sky.

And that bone spear, its momentum undiminished, like a bolt of death lightning, instantly crossed the distance of space and appeared before Feng Qingyang.