753: Chapter 752 The Terrifying Power of the Venerable One!

Although Qin Yan had killed Grandmaster Jin Feng, Grandmaster Jin Feng was merely the bottom-tier existence among Grandmasters; he was in a completely different league compared to those true Late Stage Grandmasters and Peak Grandmasters.

Meanwhile, the Martial Artists around them watched Qin Yan, a hint of strangeness involuntarily appearing in their eyes.

They had already seen Qin Yan's portrait from their clans yesterday.

Seeing Qin Yan now, they naturally recognized him at a glance.

"Interesting. Looking at Qin Yan's path, he intends to head to the Core Zone."

At this moment, a Middle Stage Grandmaster nearby spoke up, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

The Core Zone is the most dangerous place in the Ruined Battlefield.

For Martial Artists below the Grandmaster Realm, entering the Core Zone is a nine-deaths-and-one-life situation.

"A bit reckless. One might encounter powerful Resentful Spirits in the Core Zone; the strength of an Early Stage Grandmaster simply won't suffice," a Late Stage Grandmaster shook his head and said.

He had seen too many young people who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, thinking that because they were invincible in the Outer and Inner Zones, they could dare to barge into the Core Zone. And what was the result?

Most of them died inside, and not even their bones could be found.

"You two, stop talking. Behind such a Prodigy, there must be a powerful protector. You two should be careful, lest your words bring disaster upon you."

A Peak Grandmaster spoke up, his voice low and serious.

He shifted his gaze away from Qin Yan and Jiang Li, looking toward the distant Void Realm, his brows slightly furrowed.

He had just faintly sensed an obscure aura following behind Qin Yan and that woman.

That aura was extremely concealed; if not for his keen perception, he would never have discovered it.

The aura followed behind Qin Yan and Jiang Li at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, maintaining a constant gap.

Furthermore, that aura had swept toward them, passing over them like an invisible gaze.

Due to his keen perception, he had also sensed the strength of the Martial Artist following in the shadows.

It was an aura belonging to a Peak Grandmaster, identical to his own strength.

However, that aura gave him a sense of fatal crisis.

His intuition was warning him—do not provoke that person, do not approach that person, and do not become enemies with that person.

Although their Realm was the same, the feeling that person gave him was like an abyss.

Clearly, the strength of that Martial Artist in the shadows was above his, and far above his at that.

Within the same Realm, there are differences in strength.

That person was definitely an elite among those of the same Realm.

"Brother Li, is what you said true?" the Late Stage Grandmaster asked upon hearing this.

His name was Wang Mang, while the Peak Grandmaster was named Li Qing. The two were long-time friends who often explored the Ruined Battlefield together.

Li Qing said, "Do I have any reason to lie to you?"

Subsequently, he told the two what he had just observed—the obscure aura, the invisible gaze, and that unfathomable protector.

These two were his friends, and he did not want them to suffer unprovoked disaster due to their loose tongues.

Hearing this, the two wisely shut their mouths.

"Let's go, let's also head to the Core Zone and see if we can succeed in the challenge this time and obtain the Legacy of Venerable Purple Thunder."

Li Qing said, his gaze looking toward the depths of the Ruined Battlefield.

Venerable Purple Thunder—a Ninth-Grade Venerable, a top-tier powerhouse who fell in the Ruined Battlefield.

His Legacy was one of the most valuable treasures in the Core Zone.

Li Qing had challenged it many times, but fell short every single time.

But he did not give up. If once didn't work, he would try twice; if twice didn't work, he would try three times. Many things only have a chance if you try; if you don't try, there is never a chance!

Subsequently, the group of three walked toward the Core Zone of the Ruined Battlefield.

Above the Core Zone of the Ruined Battlefield.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Deafening thunderclaps echoed in the sky.

Dozens of purple lightning bolts, hundreds of zhang thick, flashed, rendering a small portion of the high altitude of the Core Zone into a sea of purple thunder.

The lightning was as thick as a mountain and as long as a giant Dragon, entirely purple, emitting an aura that destroyed everything.

The purple sea of thunder churned, with lightning bolts weaving, intersecting, and colliding within it. Every collision erupted with an earth-shattering roar.

And the vast majority of the high altitude was currently shrouded in a thick black fog filled with destruction.

The fog was as black as ink, deep as an abyss, obscuring the entire sky.

The fog churned like a living creature, expanding and contracting at times.

Whenever the black fog drifted, streaks of black patterns would light up within it.

Those patterns were winding and crooked, like tadpoles, or like vines, flickering in and out of sight within the fog.

As the patterns flashed, the fog slowly compressed, condensing into drops of black liquid.

The water droplets were as black as ink, crystal clear, drifting slowly in the air and falling into the purple sea of thunder.

"Hiss—"

As the black droplets fell into the purple sea of thunder, they emitted a hissing sound.

After the black droplets fell in, the purple lightning on the purple sea of thunder was gradually devoured bit by bit by the black droplets.

The black droplets expanded, turning into a black area that eroded, assimilated, and annihilated the surrounding purple lightning.

The space in the surrounding area could not withstand the impact of these two forces at this moment.

The power of a Venerable—above the Eighth-Rank Grandmaster, the Ninth-Grade Venerable.

The power of a Venerable had already exceeded the load-bearing limit of space.

Large swaths of the Void Realm collapsed in large quantities, forming a continuously existing, all-consuming dark void area.

This was the place where two Venerables perished together.

One Venerable cultivated the Dao of Lightning, while the other cultivated the Dao of Destruction.

Before dying, the two Venerables released all their power.

Below the Core Zone, two figures stood.

Qin Yan and Jiang Li stood side by side, looking up at the apocalyptic scene high in the sky where the residual power left behind after the fall of the Venerables was still fiercely clashing. Deep awe involuntarily appeared in both of their eyes.

This was the power of the Venerable level—even after falling for many years, the residual power could still cause such a terrifying, world-destroying scene.

Today, after traveling for over an hour, they had finally arrived at the Core Zone.

From the Inner Zone to the Core Zone, the further they went, the deeper and more difficult it became.

The aura of destruction grew thicker and thicker, and the pressure grew greater and greater.

Qin Yan and Jiang Li were both Prodigies, which is why they were able to come here.

But those ordinary Sixth-Rank Martial Artists could not reach here at all.

After a moment, the two finally regained their composure.

Although the scene in the high sky was shocking, it could not affect their minds for long.

Immediately, Qin Yan sat cross-legged, silently sensing the aura of destruction coming from the surrounding environment.

He closed his eyes, his Mental Energy probing out to make contact with the surrounding aura of destruction.

The grey-black aura of destruction drifted in the air like smog.

Around Qin Yan, his Destruction Spear Intent was released. The grey-black Spear Intent surged from his body, circulating around him.