127: Chapter 127 The Remnants of the Grandmaster Realm!

"Pfft!"

Feng Qingyang's Sword Domain was as thin as a cicada's wing before this bone spear, and it was easily pierced through. The bone spear grazed his shoulder, drawing a spray of blood. A terrifying force blasted him away, and he slammed heavily into the distant cliff face, his life or death unknown.

"Senior Brother Feng!"

"Attack together!"

Everyone was stunned by this scene, but it was immediately followed by endless rage and Battle Intent.

"Azure Water Dragon Chant!" Ao Ming roared at the sky, revealing his true form as a Flood Dragon, and opened his mouth to spit out a blue beam of light containing the Law of Extreme Cold.

"Solitary Sword Art, Severing Soul!" Zhou Qi combined his Qi Refining and Soul Refining powers, expanded his Sword Domain, and silently unleashed an eerie sword light that struck directly at the Divine Soul.

"Power of the Four Phases, Suppress!" Zheng Chen formed hand Seals, and the phantoms of the four Sacred Beasts—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—appeared, forming a grand Formation that pressed down upon the Dark Gold Remnant Clan.

In an instant, dozens of top Prodigies from all over the Desolate Province struck at the same time!

The flash of blades and swords, the roar of Spells, the surging demonic power, the brilliance of the Formation... attacks of all colors converged into a destructive torrent, completely submerging the Dark Gold Remnant Clan.

However, from within the torrent came the Remnant Clan's contemptuous sneer.

"A mere grain of rice, trying to outshine the sun?"

"Boom!"

A surge of dark golden Devilish Qi erupted violently, forming a massive circular shield.

All the attacks that landed on the shield were like mud oxen entering the sea; they only stirred up ripples before being completely dissipated into nothingness.

"What?!" Everyone was terrified.

The next moment, the Dark Gold Remnant Clan moved. Its figure turned into a blurry afterimage, weaving through the crowd. With every flicker, the white bone spear in its hand would take away a living life.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Screams rose one after another. These Prodigies, who were enough to dominate a region in the outside world, were as fragile as infants before this pure-blooded Remnant Clan member at the Peak Grandmaster Realm. Their Protective Aura and protective Magic Treasures were all useless before that seemingly unremarkable bone spear.

This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre!

Just as despair grew in everyone's hearts, a cold voice rang out.

"Come, Lightning!"

Chen Zhiwen finally made his move. He took a step, and his figure instantly appeared in the center of the battlefield. He pressed his right fingers together like a sword and pointed them far towards the sky.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the already dim sky instantly turned as black as ink. Bolts of purple lightning as thick as water buckets, as if summoned by a king, violently crashed down from the Nine Heavens!

Startling World-Ending Thunder Technique!

"Rumble!"

The lightning illuminated everyone's terrified faces. Each bolt of lightning contained a trace of tyrannical Sword Intent and an aura that destroyed all things. Their target was only one—that Dark Gold Remnant Clan!

"Hmm?" For the first time, a trace of gravity flashed in the Dark Gold Remnant Clan's blood-red eyes. It felt the threat contained in this lightning technique.

It gave up chasing the others, and with its four arms waving the bone spear, it formed an impenetrable curtain of spear shadows above its head, attempting to withstand this heavenly punishment-like lightning.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The purple divine lightning struck the spear shadows violently, one after another. Every collision erupted with a deafening roar that could tear eardrums, and destructive energy shockwaves spread outwards, ripping up the hard ground layer by layer.

The Dark Gold Remnant Clan's body was actually forced back repeatedly by this continuous lightning!

"He... he is actually able to suppress this monster!" The surviving Prodigies were both shocked and overjoyed, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.

Chen Zhiwen's expression was calm, lightning dancing at his fingertips, controlling the divine lightning across the sky like a Heavenly God in charge of punishment.

However, at this moment, an aura a hundred, a thousand times more terrifying than the Peak Grandmaster Remnant Clan from before slowly awakened from the very Peak of Qinghua Mountain, the final place shrouded in clouds and mist!

It was a pressure that transcended the "Realm," as if it were the will of this world, a hegemon from some ancient era opening its eyes to look down upon all living beings.

Before this aura, the Peak Grandmaster Realm Dark Gold Remnant Clan appeared insignificant.

"Roar!"

The Dark Gold Remnant Clan, which was currently struggling against the lightning, suddenly let out a roar filled with awe. It abandoned the battle with Chen Zhiwen, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the mountaintop, as if welcoming the arrival of its own king.

Chen Zhiwen did not stop it. He withdrew his lightning technique, his expression solemn as never before, and looked up at the final mountaintop.

Above the Peak, the Devilish Qi had become so thick it could not be dissolved, forming a massive vortex that blotted out the sky and sun. In the center of the vortex, a crack slowly opened, like a demonic eye that had crossed time and space, coldly watching the world below.

"Great... Great Grandmaster!" A Prodigy from the Great Yan Dynasty said with a trembling voice, all color drained from his face.

"It's over... such an existence is simply not something we can contend with!"

"Run! If we don't leave now, we will all die here!"

Fear spread among the surviving Prodigies like a plague.

Facing the Peak Grandmaster Realm Remnant Clan, they still had the courage to draw their swords and fight, but facing this aura that made them unable to even harbor thoughts of resistance, their last bit of pride was completely crushed.

"This place is not suitable for staying, we are retreating!"

Ao Ming made a decisive decision, his massive Flood Dragon body soaring into the air, ready to flee.

The Prodigies from other factions also regained their senses, no longer caring about any Opportunity or face; saving their lives was what mattered most. Beams of light lit up, and they scrambled to flee down the mountain.

However, the Disciples of the Zetian Sect did not move.

The seriously injured Feng Qingyang struggled to stand up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. There was no fear in his eyes, only a resolute sense of tragic heroism.

"We cannot let it come out!" He said with a hoarse voice, "Once the Seal of Qinghua Mountain is completely broken and such an existence descends upon the Desolate Province, it will surely cause devastation and rivers of blood! My Zetian Sect has guarded this place for ten thousand years; we must not let it fall short in our hands!"

"We are willing to live and die with Senior Brother!"

"For the Desolate Province, for the Sect, we will fight to the death and not retreat!"

The remaining Zetian Sect Disciples stood resolutely behind Feng Qingyang, each of their faces filled with the determination to face death without fear.

At this moment, Chen Zhiwen's heart suddenly became clear.

He finally understood why, before entering the Secret Realm, the Zetian Sect's Inner Cabinet Elder Gu Qibai had specifically sought him out and obscurely requested that he do his best to protect the safety of Feng Qingyang and the others within Qinghua Mountain.

So, they had already anticipated all of this!

This so-called place of Opportunity was a trap from the very beginning!

A trap that used the lives of young Prodigies to test, reinforce, and even sacrifice with blood if absolutely necessary!

They knew that the Seal of Qinghua Mountain was already in imminent danger. They sent their best Disciples not to seize Opportunities, but to protect this land and fulfill the Zetian Sect's ten-thousand-year mission.

And requesting that he protect Feng Qingyang was perhaps the last shred of hope they left behind, hoping that he, as a variable, could create a miracle.