As the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword was revealed, Chu Fengmian’s Spiritual Power started to skyrocket wildly.
This Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword was a treasured legacy of the dragon lineage, and it perfectly matched Chu Fengmian’s bloodline, allowing his strength to increased manifold.
The two powers clashed in the sky, and incredibly, the force of the Saint King Divine Axe was actually held back.
In the next moment, on the phantom of the Saint King Divine Axe, faint cracks became visible.
As the two powers intersected, Qian Yuan instantly widened the distance.
His eyes, watching the cracks on the Saint King Divine Axe, were filled with disbelief.
Although it was just a phantom, the Saint King Divine Axe, condensed by their joint effort, possessed power that was no less than that of a heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact.
Now, not only had its force been blocked by Chu Fengmian, but also numerous cracks had appeared on it, which Qian Yuan found completely unbelievable.
"What kind of Spiritual Artifact is this? Its power is even greater than the Saint King Divine Axe, such power is only possible with a heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact!"
Qian Yuan’s eyes, fixated on the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword in Chu Fengmian’s hand, were filled with greed.
"Moreover, the current power of the Saint King Divine Axe has actually reached the level of a heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact. To be able to inflict a crack upon the Saint King Divine Axe, this sword must undoubtedly be among the best of heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifacts!"
Heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact!
A single heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact, even among the seven major sects, was not something ordinary, and was certainly beyond Qian Yuan’s reach.
The sword in Chu Fengmian’s hand was one of the best among heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifacts, which only intensified his excitement and greed.
"No wonder you dare to contend with us. You actually have something to rely on," Qian Yuan said with a sinister face, full of greed.
"But do you really think that just with this heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact, you can stand against the disciples of the Holy King Sect? That’s a bit too naive, don’t you think?"
"This heavenly-grade Spiritual Artifact, being in your hands, is truly a waste of heaven’s gift. You hardly realize how terrifying our Holy King Sect is! Today, I will cripple you first, then seize this Spiritual Artifact, to prevent this treasure from being tarnished!"
"Is that so? I, on the other hand, think that you obtaining the Yin Yang Demon Venerable’s legacy is the true wasteful act," Chu Fengmian said while laughing at Qian Yuan.
"And you, Holy King Sect disciples, each one of you has devoured countless exotic treasures and Spiritual Medicines, refining them into your bodies. All of you are nothing but vases full of consumables. Killing you and extracting your essence blood will be perfect, assimilating all your strength to augment mine!"
Upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, the Holy King Sect disciples were enraged to the extreme, their fury shooting to the skies.
Countless martial techniques rained down from the sky, with the seven major sects controlling most of the martial techniques within the Nine Domains.
These techniques, full of mystery, were at least of earthly level, and they came crashing down like a blanket, enough to make even a high-level Martial Artist at the Life and Death Realm take a step back.
But Chu Fengmian was not the slightest bit afraid.
Facing the barrage of martial techniques, Chu Fengmian didn’t dodge or evade but instead charged directly towards them.
His body transformed into a colossal and ancient War Dragon, and with just one motion, he shattered all the martial techniques unleashed by the combined efforts of the Holy King Sect disciples!
The force of the War Dragon swept across the entire space, and surging Spiritual Power immediately blasted towards the Holy King Sect disciples.
"Damn it, Divine Axe Breaking Heaven!"
Qian Yuan bellowed furiously, once again channeling the Holy King Divine Axe and slamming it down with a devastating blow.
He wanted to aid those Holy King Sect Disciples, to stand against Chu Fengmian’s power.
"What a joke, you can barely protect yourself and you dare to help others? I will eventually destroy that Holy King Divine Axe of yours, and you still dare to confront me with its mere shadow? Shatter for me!"
Chu Fengmian roared, his hand wielding the Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword, viciously slashed down.
As the sword fell, it was as though a primeval War Dragon, sparing no effort and attacking with wild ferocity.
It struck the Holy King Divine Axe, instantly deepening and multiplying the innumerable cracks on the axe. In the next moment, it shattered into pieces.
The manifested Holy King Divine Axe was directly broken, turning into fragments.
Qian Yuan’s body was blasted away.
"Damn it! How could this man’s strength be so terrifyingly great! This is even more fearsome than a high-level Life and Death Realm! How could a Martial Artist from the Divine Power Realm, a native of the Northern Domain, attain such strength?"
Qian Yuan was flung away, his mind still reeling from the moment Chu Fengmian’s stroke had broken the Holy King Divine Axe.
A Divine Power Realm Martial Artist possessing such strength, this was comparable to the secretly nurtured geniuses of their Holy King Sect, even surpassing them.
The eight of them together stood no chance before Chu Fengmian!
"Gu Lin! Are you Ancient Desolate Sect people planning to just stand by and watch? This man is no longer human; he’s a true monster. If we don’t kill him now, he will become a great threat to us in the future!"
Qian Yuan suddenly howled.
Within the surrounding space, several figures reemerged.
Leading them was the person from private room number ten who had competed with Chu Fengmian at the auction.
The disciple of Ancient Desolate Sect, Gu Lin.
And behind Gu Lin, stood six other Ancient Desolate Sect disciples, appearing together.
Gu Lin emerged and, looking at Qian Yuan, scoffed.
"Qian Yuan, I didn’t expect you’d be driven to this point!"
"We are, after all, from the seven great Sects. Today, I will lend you a hand and help you restore your Spiritual Power first!"
Gu Lin’s figure moved, and a surge of Spiritual Power shot towards Qian Yuan, aiming to help him regain his strength.
"Thinking of restoring Spiritual Power in front of me? Ancient Desolate Sect people, it seems the hidden vermin have all assembled. Well, today is indeed the time for me to go on a killing spree!"
Chu Fengmian sneered repeatedly, his body’s power suddenly condensing.
In the air, it formed a massive War Dragon’s Claw that descended from the heavens, sweeping in with a ferocious onslaught.
With such a claw, it seemed as if it could shake the entire continent.
Struck from mid-air, the rolling force of the dragon suddenly burst forth, bearing down oppressively.
Gu Lin’s Spiritual Power erupted entirely, and beneath his feet, the path of Ancient Desolate majestically took shape.
These Ancient Desolate Sect disciples, jointly unleashing their power, forged a path of Ancient Desolate that was immense beyond compare, even vaster and more profound than what Chu Fengmian had seen in the cave dwelling of the Ancient Dragon Emperor.
It seemed bottomless, stretching to the end of the void, merging with the Ancient Times.