“The Daqian race is nothing but livestock bred by our ancient clan, and if you don’t want to die, hand over that spirit vein you just had,” sneered Guyao, staring at Mutian with a mocking gaze, as if the other’s life was already under his control.
Since taking control of the Wansha Ancient Domain, countless Daqian race beings had perished by his hands, and many others 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 concealed his cultivation?
“Hmph, if you want this spirit vein, let’s see if you have the ability,” Mutian coldly snorted. In an instant, his pale, slender hands shot out, the flesh instantly dissipating to reveal eerie white bones.
The bony fingertips pierced the void, tearing it apart. A torrent of spatial energy erupted, sweeping furiously toward the ancient clan warriors.
“Hmph, asking for death. Brothers, devour him!” Guyao roared, throwing his fists forward.
An earth-shaking sound erupted violently.
Mutian had only one thought now: to escape from here as quickly as possible. Although he wasn’t sure if he could defeat these ancient clan members, he was certain they wouldn’t find it easy to kill him either.
“Do you even know who controls the Wansha Ancient Domain? Trying to escape won’t work,” Guyao bellowed furiously. His surging aura condensed like a dragon, dividing into countless threads like a spider’s web, completely surrounding the surrounding void. Escape would be harder than climbing to the heavens.
“You concealed your cultivation? Did you think we wouldn’t know? Even a high-level Huangtian cultivator is but an ant to our ancient clan,” Guyao’s momentum surged like a vast sea, sweeping across heaven and earth.
Mutian’s expression changed. He had originally thought that concealing his cultivation would make the ancient clan careless, but he hadn’t expected that they had known his true strength all along. They had allowed him into the Wansha Ancient Domain because they were confident they could kill him here.
Retreating step by step, Mutian found himself facing an unyielding ancient clan, whose physical strength he deeply feared, making him unwilling to engage in direct combat.
As for the others who had entered with him, they had likely already been killed by these ancient clan members.
“The ancient clan is under the will of the Guosheng Realm, while your Daqian race are mere ants. How can you possibly resist us?” Guyao roared furiously, his True Seed of Power spinning wildly.
“Guosheng Zhetian (Ancient Holy Veil the Heavens)!”
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 palm was nothing but a dream.
“Too much!…” Mutian roared. The sinister aura instantly transformed into terrifying ghostly energy, with countless tormented souls howling fiercely.
“Abyssal Hell!”
Behind Mutian, a pitch-black portal suddenly appeared. On this portal, hundreds of ghosts roamed wildly, and behind it seemed to stretch boundless hellish realms, as ghostly energy erupted forth. A mighty demonic god, wielding a coarse iron chain, roared and opened the gates of hell.
A surge of crimson lotus flame erupted forth, rushing toward Guyao’s sky-covering hand. The souls’ sharp teeth opened wide, creating black holes that seemed ready to devour the colossal hand entirely.
“Cursed ghost race!” Guyao hadn’t expected Mutian to be this formidable. He immediately turned his hand into a blade, slicing through the void and colliding with the gates of hell, producing a sharp metallic clang.
The souls gnawing on Guyao’s hand were also shaken by the sound, shrieking in pain and disintegrating rapidly.
“Destroy…”
At the moment Mutian and Guyao clashed, other ancient clan members unleashed their techniques, their violent power crashing into Mutian.
Instantly, the gates of Abyssal Hell shattered. Mutian spat a mouthful of blood, his body floating unsteadily in the void.
“You insignificant ghost race, die for me.” A clan member rushed from the side.
“Reckless…” Mutian roared.
“Burial Heaven Grave!”
As Mutian spoke, a surge of black qi burst forth, and instantly a graveyard appeared in the heavens and earth. This “Heaven-Burial Grave” was Mutian’s treasure, an ultimate-grade spiritual artifact.
After arriving in the Guosheng Realm a hundred years ago, Mutian had endured countless hardships. Once in a secret realm, he discovered this treasure and later refined it within that hidden domain.
As soon as the “Burial Heaven Grave” appeared, the “Wansha Ancient Domain” became filled with eerie ghostly energy, like a ghost city. On the “Burial Heaven Grave” were countless graves, some marked with names, others not.
“A supreme spiritual artifact…” When Guyao saw this treasure, his face revealed a greedy expression. “This is not something you should possess.”
“Hmph, your ancient clan is insatiable. Today, I will let you taste the power of this supreme spiritual artifact. Do you see? These graves are still nameless, but don’t worry—soon, you will suffer endlessly within them,” sneered Mutian coldly. With a clap of both hands, hundreds, thousands of strikes surged into the spiritual artifact.
“Wu wu…”
Ghostly energy surged, sweeping the heavens and earth. Suddenly, the coffins on the graves burst open, and countless beams of black light erupted forth.
“Ahh…”
Some ancient clan warriors caught in the beams screamed in agony. Their blackened bodies were riddled with holes, as if pierced by the beams.
“Hahaha, you think you can resist? These are death energies condensed by countless powerful beings. Even with your ancient clan’s unique physique and mighty bodies, it will be of no use.”
One by one, ancient clan warriors were cut down by the beams. Their essence, energy, and spirit transformed into a rainbow, swept into the ghostly energy, and seeped into the graveyard.
On the “Burial Heaven Grave,” the slain ancient clan warriors wandered lifelessly between the graves like zombies.
“Hahaha…” Mutian spat blood as he fought with all his might against these ancient clan warriors. Though the “Burial Heaven Grave” possessed many abilities, some of which even he had yet to master, he consumed immense amounts of his own essence and blood to forcefully activate them, determined to kill these ancient clan warriors.
However, what worried Mutian was that Guyao was still out there. No matter what, he had to hold on.
“Damn you, you’re asking for death…” Watching his clansmen being slaughtered, Guyao roared furiously, his body instantly erupting with a brilliant light.
Guyao charged forward bare-chested, and instantly, armor emerged from his flesh, completely enveloping his body.
At this moment, armored Guyao’s power surged to its peak, and this armor was also a spiritual artifact.
“I will crush your artifact,” Guyao roared furiously. In an instant, he vanished, a sonic boom exploding outward, shaking and fracturing the void.
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“Ah, what a pity…” Lin Fan, who had been hiding in the shadows all along, looked at the scene before him, his heart filled with sorrow. This group of living experience points had all been destroyed by this guy.
Damn it, how infuriating.
Though Lin Fan felt pain inside, he dared not reveal himself at this moment because the battle between these two was just too intense.
Especially the supreme spiritual artifact in Mutian’s hands, which made Lin Fan’s heart ache with envy. It was incredibly overbearing.
“Boom!”
At this moment, a world-shattering force erupted forth, causing the entire Wansha Ancient Domain to become unstable.
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