“The Daqian race is nothing but livestock to our ancient clan, and if you don’t want to die, hand over that spiritual vein you just had,” sneered Guyao, gazing at Mutian with a mocking expression, as if the other’s life was already under his control.
Since taking control of the Wansha Ancient Domain, countless beings of the Daqian race had perished at his hands, and many who believed themselves peerless had ultimately been devoured by his ancient clan.
Therefore, someone like Mutian, a ghost race being, was not even worth his attention. What difference did it make if the other had hidden his cultivation?
“Hmph, if you want this spiritual vein, let’s see if you have the ability,” Mutian coldly replied. In an instant, his pale, slender hands shot out, their flesh instantly dissipating to reveal sinister white bones.
The bony fingertips pierced the void, tearing it apart. A torrent of spatial energy erupted, sweeping toward the ancient clan members.
“Hmph, you’re asking for death. Brothers, devour him!” Guyao roared, throwing his fists forward.
An earth-shaking sound erupted.
Mutian had only one thought now: to escape from here as quickly as possible. He wasn’t sure if he could defeat these ancient clan members, but he knew killing him wouldn’t be easy for them either.
“You want to escape? Do you even know who controls the Wansha Ancient Domain?” Guyao bellowed furiously. His surging aura coalesced like a dragon, dividing into myriad threads like a spiderweb, completely sealing off the surrounding void. Escaping would be harder than climbing to the heavens.
“You concealed your cultivation, but did you think we wouldn’t know? Even a high-tier Huangtian expert is but an ant to our ancient clan,” Guyao thundered, his momentum like a vast sea sweeping across heaven and earth.
Mutian’s expression changed. He had originally hoped that hiding his cultivation would make the ancient clan careless, but it seemed he had overestimated his deception. These ancient clan members had known his cultivation level all along, and allowing him into the Wansha Ancient Domain meant they were confident in killing him here.
Retreating step by step, Mutian found himself facing an ancient clan with indomitable fighting spirit and terrifying physical strength. He dared not engage them directly.
As for the others who had entered with him, they had likely already perished at the hands of these ancient clan members.
“The ancient clan is blessed by the will of the Guosheng Realm, while your Daqian race are mere ants, how could you possibly resist us?” Guyao roared furiously, his True Seed of Power spinning wildly.
“Guosheng Zhetian!”
In an instant, the ancient clan’s pitch-black hand blotted out the sky and sun, like a colossal hand towering over heaven and earth. Mutian was like a grasshopper, and escaping from this giant hand was nothing but a dream.
“You go too far…” Mutian roared. The sinister aura instantly transformed into terrifying ghostly energy, with countless vengeful spirits howling in rage.
“Abyssal Hell!”
Behind Mutian, a pitch-black portal suddenly appeared. On this gateway, a hundred ghosts roamed wildly, and beyond it seemed to lead to an endless hell, spewing forth a sinister ghostly aura. A mighty demonic god, holding a coarse iron chain, roared and opened the gates of hell.
A burst of crimson lotus flame surged forth, rushing toward Guyao’s sky-covering hand. The vengeful spirits, with sharp teeth, opened their mouths wide, creating black holes that seemed to devour the giant hand entirely.
“Cursed ghost race,” Guyao spat, surprised at how troublesome Mutian had proven to be. He countered by slicing his hand like a blade, splitting the void and colliding with the hellish gateway, producing a metallic clang.
“The myriad races are merely livestock raised by our ancient clan, and if you wish to live, hand over the spiritual vein you just obtained.” The ancient demon looked at Mu Tian with a mocking expression, as if his life and death were already under its control.
Since taking control of the Wansha Ancient Domain, countless beings from the myriad races have perished at its hands, and many who believed themselves unparalleled were ultimately devoured by the ancient clan.
Thus, beings like Mu Tian, a ghost from the myriad races, were of no concern to the ancient demon. Even if he had hidden his cultivation level, it mattered little.
“Hmph, if you want this spiritual vein, let’s see if you have the capability,” Mu Tian sneered. In an instant, his pale, slender hands shot out, the flesh on them instantly dissipating to reveal sinister white bones.
The tips of those bones tore through the void as soon as they entered it, unleashing a torrent of void energy that surged toward the ancient clan.
“Hmph, you’re courting death. Brothers, devour him!” the ancient demon roared, swinging its fists.
A deafening explosion erupted.
Mu Tian had only one thought now: to escape quickly. He might not be a match for these ancient clansmen, but killing him wouldn’t be easy for them either.
“Hmph, trying to leave? Have you forgotten who controls the Wansha Ancient Domain?” the ancient demon bellowed, its overwhelming aura condensing into a dragon-like force, splitting into countless strands that enveloped the surrounding void like a spider’s web. Escaping was now as difficult as ascending to heaven.
“You hid your cultivation level, thinking we wouldn’t notice? A high-level cultivator of the Desolate Heaven rank is nothing more than an ant in the eyes of the ancient clan,” the ancient demon’s aura surged like a vast ocean, sweeping across the heavens and earth.
Mu Tian’s expression changed. He had thought hiding his cultivation level would make the ancient clan underestimate him, but it seemed he had overthought. The ancient clan had long known his cultivation level and had lured him into the Wansha Ancient Domain, confident they could kill him here.
Mu Tian was forced to retreat step by step. The ancient clan’s fighting spirit was unparalleled, and their physical strength made Mu Tian wary, unwilling to engage them head-on.
As for the others who had entered with him, they had likely already fallen to the ancient clan.
“The will of the Ancient Saint Realm protects the ancient clan, while you myriad races are mere ants. How can you hope to contend with us?” the ancient demon roared, slamming its palm forward, the seed of true law spinning wildly.
“Ancient Saint Veils the Heavens.”
In an instant, the ancient clan’s pitch-black palm blotted out the sky, like a colossal hand covering everything. Mu Tian was like a grasshopper, dreaming of escaping this giant palm.
“You’ve gone too far…” Mu Tian howled, his sinister aura transforming into terrifying ghostly energy, with countless vengeful spirits howling in agony.
“Avici Hell.”
Behind Mu Tian, a dark portal appeared, covered with hundreds of rampaging ghosts. Beyond the portal seemed to lie an endless hell, with sinister ghostly energy erupting. A mighty demon god, wielding a crude iron chain, roared ferociously as it opened the gates of hell.
A burst of red lotus fire surged forth, attacking the ancient demon’s sky-covering palm. The vengeful spirits, with their sharp teeth, opened their mouths, creating black holes that seemed ready to devour the giant hand.
“Damnable ghost race,” the ancient demon growled, surprised by Mu Tian’s resilience. It slashed its hand like a blade, cutting through the void, and when it collided with the gates of hell, a metallic clang rang out.
The vengeful spirits gnawing at the ancient demon’s hand were shaken by the sound, wailing and disintegrating.
“Perish…”
In the instant Mu Tian clashed with the ancient demon, the other ancient clansmen unleashed their techniques, their violent power crashing into Mu Tian.
The gates of Avici Hell shattered instantly, and Mu Tian spat a mouthful of blood, his body floating unsteadily in the void.
“Ant-like ghost race, die!” An ancient clansman charged from the side.
“Insolence…” Mu Tian roared.
“Burial Heaven Tomb.”
As Mu Tian spoke, black energy surged, and a massive tomb appeared between heaven and earth. This “Burial Heaven Tomb” was Mu Tian’s treasure, a top-grade spiritual artifact.
Having spent a century in the Ancient Saint Realm, Mu Tian had endured countless trials. Once, in a secret realm, he had discovered this treasure and refined it there.
When the “Burial Heaven Tomb” emerged, the Wansha Ancient Domain became shrouded in ghostly energy, resembling a city of the dead. On the tomb were countless graves, some with names, others nameless.
“A top-grade spiritual artifact…” The ancient demon’s eyes gleamed with greed upon seeing it. “This is not something you should possess.”
“Hmph, you ancient clan’s greed knows no bounds. Today, I’ll let you taste the power of this top-grade spiritual artifact. See these graves? They’re still nameless, but don’t worry—you’ll soon be suffering on them,” Mu Tian sneered, clapping his hands together. A hundred palms, a thousand palms, infinite power catalyzing the artifact.
“Woo…”
Ghostly energy rippled, sweeping across heaven and earth. The coffins on the graves suddenly opened, and bursts of black light erupted.
“Ah…”
Some ancient clansmen, struck by the black light, screamed in agony, their dark bodies riddled with holes as if pierced by the light.
“Haha, trying to resist is a dream. This is the death energy condensed from countless powerful beings. Even with your ancient clan’s innate advantages and strong bodies, it’s useless.”
One by one, the ancient clansmen were torn apart by the black light, their essence, energy, and spirit forming a rainbow that was swept up by the ghostly energy and absorbed into the tomb.
On the “Burial Heaven Tomb,” the slain ancient clansmen wandered aimlessly among the graves, like mindless zombies.
“Haha…” Mu Tian spat blood. To deal with these ancient clansmen, he had pushed himself to the limit. Even he couldn’t fully utilize all the functions of the top-grade spiritual artifact “Burial Heaven Tomb,” but to kill these ancient clansmen, he had expended vast amounts of his life force to forcibly activate it.
However, what worried Mu Tian was that there was still the ancient demon. No matter what, he had to hold on.
“Bastard, you’re seeking death…” The ancient demon roared, watching its kin being slaughtered. Its body erupted with a radiant light.
The ancient demon, now bare-chested, had a suit of armor grow from its flesh, encasing its entire body.
At this moment, the ancient demon, clad in armor, saw its aura surge to its peak. This armor was also a spiritual artifact.
“I’ll smash your spiritual artifact!” the ancient demon bellowed, instantly moving with a sonic boom that shattered the void.
…
“Ah, what a pity…” Lin Fan, hiding in the shadows, watched the scene with a heavy heart. This group of living experience points had been completely destroyed by that guy.
Damn it, it’s just too damn infuriating.
Though Lin Fan’s heart ached, he dared not reveal himself now, as the battle between these two was too intense.
Especially the top-grade spiritual artifact in Mu Tian’s hands—it made Lin Fan’s eyes gleam with envy. It was truly domineering.
“Boom!”
At this moment, a world-destroying force erupted, and the entire Wansha Ancient Domain began to destabilize.
“Annihilate…”
The moment Mutian and Guyao clashed, other ancient clan members unleashed their techniques, their violent powers crashing into Mutian.
Instantly, the gates of Abyssal Hell shattered, and Mutian spat a mouthful of blood, his body floating unsteadily in the void.
“You pitiful ghost race, die for me,” roared an ancient clan member charging from the side.
“Reckless…” Mutian bellowed furiously.
“Grave of the Heavens!”
As Mutian spoke, black mist surged forth, and a graveyard instantly appeared between heaven and earth. This “Grave of the Heavens” was Mutian’s treasure, a supreme spiritual artifact.
After spending a hundred years in the Guosheng Realm, enduring countless trials, Mutian had discovered this treasure in a secret realm and later refined it within that hidden domain.
The moment the “Grave of the Heavens” appeared, the Wansha Ancient Domain became filled with ghostly energy, like a ghost city. Countless graves adorned the “Grave of the Heavens,” some marked with names, others nameless.
“A supreme spiritual artifact…” Guyao’s face revealed a greedy expression upon seeing it. “This is not something you should possess.”
“Hmph, your ancient clan is insatiable. Today, I will let you taste the might of this supreme spiritual artifact. Do you see? These graves are still nameless, but don’t worry, soon you will suffer endlessly upon them,” Mutian sneered coldly. With a clap of his palms—hundreds, thousands—limitless power surged into the supreme artifact.
“Wu wu…”
Ghostly waves swept across heaven and earth. Suddenly, the coffins on the graves burst open, unleashing countless beams of black light.
“Ahh…”
Some ancient clan members were struck by the black light, shrieking in agony as their blackened bodies were pierced through and through.
“Ha ha, you think you can resist? These are the death energies condensed from countless powerful beings. Even with your ancient clan’s superior physique and mighty physical forms, they will be of no use.”
One by one, the ancient clan members were cut down by the black beams. Their essence, energy, and spirit transformed into a rainbow, swept into the ghostly energy and absorbed into the graveyard.
On the “Grave of the Heavens,” the ancient clan members slain by Mutian wandered lifelessly between the graves, like zombies.
“Ha ha…” Blood spewed from Mutian’s mouth as he fought desperately against these ancient clan members. Even with the supreme artifact “Grave of the Heavens,” there were still functions he could not yet use. To kill these ancient clan members, he had consumed vast amounts of his own essence and blood, forcefully activating the artifact.
But what worried Mutian most was that Guyao still remained. No matter what, he had to persevere.
“Damn you, you’re asking for death…” Guyao roared furiously, watching his kin being slaughtered. A brilliant light erupted from his body.
Guyao charged forward bare-chested, and instantly, armor grew from his flesh, completely enveloping his body.
At this moment, Guyao, clad in armor, surged with power at its peak. This armor was also a spiritual artifact.
“I will crush your artifact,” Guyao roared, vanishing in an instant. A sonic boom exploded, shaking the void itself.
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“Ah, what a pity…” Lin Fan, hiding in the shadows, watched the scene unfold with a heavy heart. This group of living experience points had all been destroyed by that guy.
Damn it, it was truly infuriating.
Though Lin Fan was deeply pained, he dared not reveal himself now, as the battle between these two was far too intense.
Especially the supreme spiritual artifact in Mutian’s hands, which made Lin Fan’s heart ache with envy—it was so damn powerful.
“Boom!”
At this moment, a world-shattering force erupted. The entire Wansha Ancient Domain began to destabilize.
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