140: Chapter 140 Two Dead, One Injured!

He took a step forward, arriving beside Chen Zhiwen; his aged body radiated immense heroic spirit at this moment.

"Chu Chaosheng, Fang Tao, and the old dogs of the Heavenly Spirit Sect!"

Chen Heng's gaze was like lightning as he swept over the three of them.

"The three of you, I shall deal with! Let me show you just how deep the foundations of my Great Xuan truly are!"

Before his voice had even faded, the Four-Phase Array roared into action; it was no longer defending passively, but launching an active assault!

The Azure Dragon let out a long cry, and the Divine Wood transformed into thousands of sharp swords, sealing off the world!

The Vermilion Bird shrieked, and the Nanming Li Fire turned into a boundless sea of flames, incinerating the Void Realm!

The White Tiger roared, and the Geng Metal killing Aura condensed into a blade of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, slashing toward the three of them!

Chen Heng was actually fighting three Great Grandmasters of the same rank all by himself!

As for Chen Zhiwen, he cast his cold, ruthless eyes upon the remaining old woman from Xuan Yin Valley and the other two Sect Old Ancestors.

"Now, it is time to send you... on your way."

His figure flickered, and his entire being seemed to merge into the Void Realm; the next instant, he appeared like a ghost behind the old woman from Xuan Yin Valley.

"Jinghong!"

There was no sword, only fingers held together like a sword.

At his fingertips, a wisp of purple lightning, so fine it was almost invisible, flashed and vanished.

That was no ordinary lightning, but the World-Ending Divine Thunder, containing the intent of destruction and judgment!

The old woman from Xuan Yin Valley felt her hair stand on end; an unprecedented crisis of death enveloped her heart.

She did not even think before placing her protective ancient zither behind her back, while her Divine Soul power transformed into countless musical notes, constructing layers of defense.

However, it was all in vain.

That wisp of purple lightning ignored all the barriers of musical notes, ignored the spiritual light of the ancient zither, and gently tapped against the center of her back.

Pfft... a soft sound rang out.

The body of the old woman from Xuan Yin Valley stiffened abruptly; she looked down in disbelief at her chest, where a tiny hole was rapidly expanding, and the power of the purple thunder was frantically destroying all the vitality within her.

The light in her eyes rapidly dissipated, filled with regret and unwillingness.

Until her death, she could not understand what kind of existence she had provoked.

Chen Zhiwen did not even glance at her, his figure flickering again as he lunged toward the other two.

"Domineering!"

He softly uttered these two words, and the black gilded light sword in his hand finally unleashed its true edge.

A Sword Intent, so domineering and peerless that it seemed as if it would split the heavens and earth in two, soared into the sky!

Before this one sword strike, all resistance from the two Great Grandmasters, who had already lost their composure, appeared so pale and powerless.

Where the sword light passed, one person was cut in half at the waist, their Divine Soul completely destroyed.

The other, though lucky enough to dodge the fatal blow, still had an arm severed, suffering heavy injuries and letting out a shrill scream.

In an instant, three Great Grandmasters were left with two dead and one severely wounded!

This was no longer a battle; it was a complete and utter massacre!

"Run! Run quickly!"

That Great Grandmaster with the severed arm no longer had even a shred of Battle Intent; he burned his essence blood, turned into a streak of blood-colored light, and fled frantically toward the horizon.

On the other side, the three, including Chu Chaosheng, who were engaged in a fierce battle with Chen Heng, had long since been scared by the tragic scene here, resulting in Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

They risked taking a heavy blow from Chen Heng to force back the Four-Phase Divine Beasts, then turned around without hesitation, transforming into three streaks of light, and fled for their lives.

In no more than a few dozen breaths, the six aggressive and arrogant Great Grandmasters had ended up in a miserable state: two dead, one wounded, and two fleeing.

Peace returned to the world once more.

Only the shattered space and the lingering scent of blood in the air remained, bearing witness to the world-shaking battle that had just occurred.

Chen Zhiwen stood in the Void Realm, holding his black sword.

He looked in the direction where Chu Chaosheng and the others had fled, murderous intent flickering in his eyes, and was about to pursue them.

"Zhiwen, there is no need to pursue."

Chen Heng's figure arrived beside him, his face somewhat pale.

Clearly, simultaneously activating the array to trap three Great Grandmasters had consumed a great deal of his energy, but the look in his eyes as he gazed at Chen Zhiwen was filled with unparalleled gratification and pride.

"Old Ancestor?"

Chen Zhiwen frowned slightly, looking at him in confusion.

"Releasing a tiger back to the mountains leads to endless trouble. If we do not kill them all today, they will surely become a major threat to my Great Xuan in the future."

Chen Heng shook his head and let out a long sigh, his voice carrying a hint of heaviness and helplessness.

"Child, your perspective cannot be limited only to this struggle between Imperial Dynasties and the grievances of Sects."

He raised his head and looked toward the distant north, where the territory of the North Sea Demon Clan lay.

He then glanced at the ground beneath his feet, as if he could penetrate the layers of earth to see the terrifying existence sealed beneath Qinghua Mountain.

"Do you know why we, the Human Race of the Huang Prefecture, have four Imperial Dynasties and Ten Great Sects, and although we have friction with each other, we have never erupted into a war that truly destroys nations or Sects?"

"Why is there an unwritten rule among Great Grandmasters that they must not fight to the death unless absolutely necessary?"

Chen Zhiwen was silent, listening quietly.

"Because we, the Human Race, are not the true masters of this world."

Chen Heng's tone carried a trace of vicissitudes originating from ancient times.

"In the North Sea, there is the covetous Yao Race. Among them, there are Demon Kings comparable to Great Grandmasters, and their numbers even exceed those of our Human Race."

"And beneath our feet, deep within Qinghua Mountain, there is sealed a group of 'things' left over from ancient times... We call them the Remnant Clan."

"Remnant Clan?"

Chen Zhiwen's heart stirred, and he recalled what Sect Master Wang Ming had said when he was at the Zetian Sect.

"Correct."

Chen Heng's eyes became incomparably solemn.

"They are a race abandoned by the world. They are powerful and cruel, viewing our Human Race as food."

"Every time the Seal loosens and they break out, it is a catastrophe for the Huang Prefecture, a bloody battle that requires all Sects and all Imperial Dynasties to cast aside all grievances and resist together."

"The ones you killed today are our enemies. But tomorrow, when the catastrophe descends, they... will also be our comrades-in-arms in resisting the Remnant Clan and protecting the Human Race."

"Every Great Grandmaster is a pillar upon which our Human Race relies for survival in this cruel world. If one dies, the strength of our Human Race weakens by one point."

"Killing them all might certainly bring you and me satisfaction, and it could allow my Great Xuan Imperial Dynasty to dominate all directions for a short time."

"But when the North Sea Demon Clan takes advantage of the situation, and when the Seal of Qinghua Mountain is broken and the Remnant Clan army descends, how can we resist that monstrous calamity with only the strength of our Great Xuan Dynasty?"

Chen Heng patted Chen Zhiwen's shoulder earnestly, his eyes filled with expectation.

"Zhiwen, you possess power that far exceeds your peers, and even surpasses us old guys."

"But power brings responsibility. Your stage should not just be this small Huang Prefecture, and your enemies should not just be clowns like Chu Chaosheng."

"What you need to look at is the future of the entire Human Race."

Listening to the Old Ancestor's words, the murderous intent in Chen Zhiwen's heart slowly receded like a tide.

He looked down at the black gilded light sword in his hand; the blade was still cold, but his heart gradually became hot.

Indeed, the struggle between Imperial Dynasties is, after all, internal strife of the Human Race.

And behind this world, even greater crises are hidden.

His gaze also cast toward the distant north and beneath the deep earth.