The battlefield beyond the domain — a scene of utter decay and desolation. Corroded metal warships, the terrifying remains of Saints, the gleaming white bones of divine races — all scattered across the expanse.
Shattered holy weapons, undying mysterious corpses… much of it was precious material, but time had ground it all to ruin.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha stood in silence, one man facing two great enemies alone — a pressure beyond imagination. The divine powers of a Great Saint were unrivaled beneath heaven; they could pluck stars and seize the sun, throw the heavens into chaos. Let one appear and the mortal world could be destroyed.
Whoosh!
Kun Zhou’s body merged with the Supreme Dao Imperial Weapon, transforming into a streak of immortal brilliance — taking the initiative to charge at the old holy ape. Now that his reinforcement had arrived, he had even fewer reservations. He struck with ferocious intensity.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha fought back with his black divine iron, a cascade of radiant light and infinite Dao marks cutting through the darkness and cold of the heavens — thunder rolling endlessly.
This was a supreme duel between Great Saints. With the Ancient Imperial Weapons brought to bear, this kind of battle was elevated to its absolute limit — as though the Ancient Saint Emperors themselves had been resurrected.
Ghosts wailed and gods howled; sinister winds raged. Though they fought in outer space, hurricanes arose in the vacuum, forming great waves. Every manner of divine and demonic apparition emerged — headless Saints, neckless divine race warriors, and Holy Spirits with immortal wings…
This was a terrifying tableau — all of them manifested by the Ancient Imperial Weapons, the supreme figures they had slain in their day!
The black iron staff blazed with ten thousand rays of auspicious light, clashing with Kun Zhou again and again. The two collided with violent force, wind and clouds churning, locked in fierce battle — a Supreme Dao duel, two Great Saints staking their lives.
Yet this was destined to be no equal contest. How could the other Great Saint stand by and watch? He charged in at the first opportunity, like a shower of comets arriving all at once, turning the dark heavens brilliantly luminous.
Clang!
The Dao marks of two Supreme Dao Imperial Weapons collided — and exploded instantly. The outer battlefield was torn into pieces, three figures each flying backward to separate positions, that place becoming a black hole.
In the Central Region, outside Zhenxian City, people trembled uncontrollably. They could plainly sense the aura of an Ancient Emperor. At this level of confrontation, all they could do was look on from below.
“So it was you…”
On the outer battlefield, the Battle Saint King steadied himself and looked toward the far end of the battlefield. The identity of the third Great Saint was exposed by the weapon in his hand.
It was a figure enveloped entirely in golden radiance, gripping a golden mace — the boundless might of the Supreme Dao pressing down, collapsing the heavens. The Great Dao resounded like thunder as countless threads of immortal radiance soared upward — mysterious beyond measure.
“That… that’s the Supreme Dao Ancient Imperial Weapon of the Golden Clan — an entire Imperial Clan has been drawn into this!”
“That’s right — the Golden Mace, whose fearsome reputation has shaken the Primordial Age, said to be capable of slaying gods and striking down immortals. It’s an Ancient Imperial Weapon that rarely appears in the world!”
In the Central Region, outside Zhenxian City, every ancient clan trembled. No one had imagined that this low-profile yet incomparably powerful Ancient Imperial Clan had made its move.
This was truly a great upheaval — was a great war about to break out between Ancient Imperial Clans?
The Golden Clan — an incomparably mysterious ancient clan, whose might shook the Primordial Age, whose prestige was boundless. To be hailed as the golden family among ten thousand races, their bloodline and strength was naturally of a world-shaking caliber. This was acknowledgment of their standing.
No one had expected it — a weighty Imperial Clan of the Primordial Age had acted, aiding Kun Zhou to eliminate the Battle Saint King. It was a very ominous sign.
Though the Battle Saint Ape lineage had few members — no more than two or three — they were a genuine Ancient Imperial Clan in every sense. This amounted to war between Imperial Clans!
In the Primordial Age, such things rarely happened, and every party had worked strenuously to avoid them, for the ramifications were too vast and the consequences unpredictable. Drawing in all the hundreds of races under their dominion, once the flames of war ignited, all ten thousand races could descend into chaos.
The people of Shencan Ridge, Scarlet Phoenix Mountain, and Fire Qilin Cavern all furrowed their brows. This affair had escalated further beyond expectations, potentially triggering a world-collapsing great war between the ancient clans.
“The Golden Family of the Northern Plains is…” A question arose in Ye Fan’s mind. He had once slain Jin Chixiao, who was reportedly a descendant of an ancient clan.
“They are one royal line of the Golden Clan, intermarried with the human race over generations — a result of their bloodline growing ever more diluted.” The Black Emperor replied.
The Saint Emperor’s Son gazed toward the heavens with furious eyes. Through the Heaven-Piercing Divine Eye upon the formation platform, everything beyond the domain was visible.
“Infuriating — the Golden Clan has actually made its move!” The Shencan Princess was both shocked and furious, her heart filled with dread and a feeling of helplessness. With the powerful Golden Clan entering the fray, the consequences were dire.
“Ha ha… ha ha ha…” One of Kun Zhou’s followers laughed without restraint. With the Golden Clan’s last surviving Great Saint having appeared, the outcome was nearly sealed.
Who did not know how terrifying the Golden Mace was — capable of slaying gods and striking down immortals? Held in the hands of a Great Saint, it could blast apart ancient star after ancient star!
“Did you think that with the Battle Saint King making his appearance, everything could be swept clean? In this world there are several Great Saints — he is not the only one.” An Ancient King on the opposing side sneered coldly.
The Eight Division Divine Generals all let out a collective breath. The situation was now nearly settled — two Great Saints, each gripping a Supreme Dao Ancient Imperial Weapon, together could slay even a deity that descended from the stars.
Ye Fan, the Saint Emperor’s Son, and all those who had followed the Battle Saint Ape lineage felt anxiety rise within them. How could this battle be fought? The Battle Saint King was a body of flesh and blood — he had not yet attained the Dao. If no miracle appeared in this battle, his life was forfeit.
“I will go and aid him!” The Shencan Princess was about to soar into the sky.
“Princess, you must not.” An elderly Daoren of Shencan Ridge hastily blocked her.
The Shencan Princess knew as well — without being a Great Saint, going up there would not change the outcome. A mist began to gather in her eyes. She simply could not bear to watch the Battle Saint King shed his blood across the heavens — she wanted to share life and death alongside him.
“Someone said they would raze the Eight Division Divine Generals and have us erased from existence forever. I say… that is a fool’s dream — they will be the ones who perish!” One Saint-level Ancient King among the Eight Division Divine Generals declared.
Crack!
The Shencan Princess struck — peerlessly magnificent, her pale hands firing beams of light, sweeping across the vast formation of ancient clan warriors before her.
Boom!
The Silver Moon Heavenly King parried, blocking her offensive and neutralizing the danger to the Eight Division Divine Generals, standing in her path across the open sky.
The war raged in the outer heavens; below, life and death would also be decided. Both sides’ forces stood in direct opposition, a great battle on the verge of igniting. Even Ye Fan and the Saint Emperor’s Son had prepared themselves to fight. The situation had reached its most dire extreme.
Suddenly, a soul-stirring aura surged down from the outer heavens. The Great Saint battle was underway — life and death clashing — pulsing down from the infinite expanse of the heavens above.
Great Saints locking blades at the absolute pinnacle, three figures transformed into three eternal streaks of immortal light, galloping and charging across the sky, battling until they were on the verge of merging with the Dao itself!
The Golden Clan’s Ancient King was terrifying — one of the last few surviving Great Saints among the ten thousand races, called the Golden King. His frame was gaunt and thin, but he stirred the ten thousand races, his strength immeasurable.
He unleashed various magnificent techniques, channeled through the Ancient Imperial Weapon, amplifying his power by countless multiples. The ten directions of the heavens rumbled endlessly. The Great Dao resonated in harmony, heaven and earth in communion — as though a new great world were being carved open.
A mane of golden hair hung loose, his very pupils were gold. A single roar shattered a small asteroid into a burst of brilliant light!
The people below drew cold breath. Even the Saint-level Ancient Kings who followed the Victorious Fighting Buddha went pale as snow — how could one oppose such a figure? A single individual could sweep all beneath heaven!
The Golden King’s gaunt body was filled with heaven-destroying power. Each swing of the Golden Mace in his hand shattered the outer battlefield, turning it into a black hole.
A mace — at first glance it resembles an ancient sword, but in truth it is long and edgeless, four-ridged, more like a short staff with a hilt — a heavy type of weapon.
This Golden Mace could strike down even immortals, its splendor shaking the Primordial Age. Every time it appeared, something catastrophic followed — accompanied by the fall of a supreme great figure. Now it had appeared again — an ominous sign.
The old monkey shook both arms with a force of hundreds of millions of pounds — enough to destroy the sun and moon. The black divine iron in his hand met the Golden Mace head-on. Though they did not directly collide — clashing instead through Dao marks — the sound still rang out like a tremor through the heavens.
Divine techniques bloomed like mist and rain. The Battle Saint King fought alone against Kun Zhou and the Golden King, roaring through heaven and earth. Even the stars were trembling. The battle had reached a fever pitch.
The hearts of Ye Fan and the others had sunk. At this level, even if there were differences in strength among Great Saints, those differences were no longer clear — for each gripped a Supreme Dao Ancient Imperial Weapon.
Kun Zhou was like Dicue reborn. The Golden King was equally unstoppable. The two wielded the two Ancient Imperial Weapons to suppress the Battle Saint King — given enough time, they would surely succeed.
“Monkey, can’t you borrow the battle armor from the Shencan Clan? Why haven’t you brought it out for defense?” Kun Zhou said coldly.
Those on the ground could only feel helpless. They understood the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s hesitation — simultaneously driving two Emperor-level weapons, even as a Great Saint, over a prolonged period, he would be drained dry. By that point, the danger would only be greater.
The Golden King roared — meteorites all around reduced to ash and cinder. His valor was unstoppable. His golden pupils shot out threads of strange radiance, the Golden Mace in his hand blazing ever more brilliantly!
Clang!
The Battle Saint King fought alone against two Great Saints, swinging the black immortal iron staff, clashing with them and generating world-destroying rays of light. A great collapse occurred beyond the domain.
Boom!
The iron staff swept sideways, and they charged into a dark stretch of the star domain — another dim star was struck and detonated, blooming into a blinding burst of scorching light, making that place as bright as noon.
Below, everyone’s scalps went numb. The Great Saint battle was too terrifying. Now, anyone who went up to assist could only die in vain — this was an earth-shaking clash between Great Saints.
Three Great Saints entangled together, their speed so great that people could barely follow. In the end no one could discern their techniques at all — only divine radiance steaming upward and the heavens shattering could be seen.
This stretch of star space was in ruins. The ancient outer battlefield was torn open again and again. The sun and moon were set rocking; stars fell. Everything and anything might be destroyed.
Three Great Saints fought with blood-red eyes. Where the battle grew most fierce, the starfield collapsed, black holes appearing intermittently. They charged in and charged out, often swallowed by chaos, utterly heedless of their lives.
The hearts of Ye Fan, the Saint Emperor’s Son, the Shencan Princess, and the others had all sunk to the bottom. Even the Ancestor Kings standing on their side had gone pale. The outcome was beyond their worst imagination — it was as though they could already see a tragedy unfolding before them.
Two Great Saints acting in concert, their entire bodies radiating boundless light, each merged with a Supreme Dao Imperial Weapon. No matter how powerful the Battle Saint King was, he could not hold against both alone.
“Unfair — two Emperor-level weapons killing one person. Shameless!” The Saint Emperor’s Son ground his teeth, every golden hair on his body standing on end, hating himself for his helplessness.
“Doesn’t the Battle Saint King have three Ancient Imperial Weapons he can borrow? By all means, bring them all out — ha ha ha…” An Ancient King on the opposing side burst into unrestrained laughter.
“Everyone, the situation is settled. Since they said they’d raze the Eight Division Divine Generals — why don’t we strike first, wipe them all out in one battle, bathe this place in blood!” Another voice proposed.
Whether it was the Eight Division Divine Generals’ forces or the Silver Moon Heavenly King and others — all of them were uniformly convinced the Battle Saint King would fall, with not a thread of hope for survival remaining.
“Heh…” Piercing sneers, merciless gazes — this group was full of fighting spirit, eager to strike down the Shencan Princess, Ye Fan, the Saint Emperor’s Son, and the others.
“Is there no hope then? If that is so — I will share life and death with you, and fall fighting together…” The Shencan Princess spoke. Though grief touched her voice, there was no weakness. The sharpness in her eyes surged in an instant as she fixed her gaze on every person before her and said: “The Battle Saint King has lived a life of upright brilliance — he is not someone the likes of you can defile!”
“So what if he might attain the Dao in the future? Under the attacks of two Great Saints comparable to Dicue, his death is absolute. Winners are kings and losers are scum — the moment he falls, he is nothing but dust and dirt!” An Ancestor King sneered repeatedly.
“Two Great Saints ganging up together — you still have the face to call it a victory? Even if you win, there is no glory!” The Saint Emperor’s Son raged.
“This was designed from the start to draw him down from Mount Sumeru — the sole purpose was to kill the Battle Saint King. Whatever means were used, none of it was excessive.” A Saint-level Ancient King said coldly.
What was to be done? If the Battle Saint King fell, a catastrophe of tremendous proportions would descend — a storm of blood and carnage would sweep across the land. For all those standing on the Battle Saint Ape’s side, a shadow of gloom settled over their hearts.
Boom!
All living beings trembled. A dramatic turn of events erupted beyond the outer heavens. An aura of Ancient Emperor might surged through the star domain — a Demon Subduing Staff appeared, a set of Shencan armor gleamed, illuminating eternal immortal light.
“You… how can this be?” Great Saint Kun Zhou’s expression changed.
“It’s… the Battle Saint Emperor — how is he still alive?!” Even the Golden King was struck with horror.
The black divine iron, the Demon Subduing Staff, the Shencan battle armor — three Emperor-level weapons, each commanded by one of three figures, standing in confrontation against the two Great Saints before them!
This was an astonishing reversal that no one had anticipated. Everything had happened too suddenly — in an instant, two more imposing figures had appeared, each radiating a presence capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.
One of them was bathed in Buddha-light, sacred and serene — a golden holy ape, bearing a compassionate expression but exuding compelling might, identical in appearance to the Battle Saint King.
“This is… the boundless power of faith from Mount Sumeru!” Kun Zhou looked as though he had swallowed something foul, his expression as awful as it could possibly be.
He had harbored deep wariness toward the mysterious great power atop Mount Sumeru — it was precisely why he had drawn the Battle Saint King down from the mountain. Yet he could never have imagined that the Victorious Fighting Buddha would refine that ocean-like thought-power into a Dao Body.
The Dao Body forged from Mount Sumeru’s power of faith — gripping the Demon Subduing Staff of Amitabha the Great Emperor, the two complementing each other perfectly — was virtually invincible.
Yet Kun Zhou, too, was extraordinary. After all, he had been deemed comparable to Dicue, possessing more than enough formidable means, talent, and rich combat experience. The battle became evenly matched.
On the other side, the Golden King was not so fortunate. He was facing another of the monkey’s Dao Bodies, and with every exchange he drew cold breath.
He had been born in the Primordial Age, a witness to the supreme might of the Battle Saint Emperor. Now he could once again feel threads of that aura — his flesh crawled and his hair stood on end.
This golden holy ape was overwhelmingly powerful, its dominance boundless. Swinging a black iron staff, it pressed him relentlessly back — nearly sending him into full retreat.
This was the Saint Emperor’s Great Dao — holding nothing above itself in all the world. Combat strength transcending the age. One iron staff sweeping through all beneath heaven, killing with ferocious abandon, like a war immortal descended upon the mortal realm.
The Golden King feared not only the ancient Battle Saint Emperor of former days — he feared even more the true form of that monkey before him now!
To be born in the same age as the Ancient Saint Emperor meant that every person’s Dao was suppressed, unable to break through, unable to approach the Imperial Dao — even fleeing to this age had been of no use.
And now the monkey had walked even this far — stripping away all the influences of the Saint Emperor and forging them into a Dao Body. This was a tremendous act of courage: severing his own past, freeing himself from the constraining track of the Battle Saint Emperor’s Dao marks.
This was a massive breakthrough. From this point forward, he could walk his own path toward immortality. If fortune favored him, perhaps one day he could achieve the ultimate sublimation — attaining the Dao to become an Emperor.
Roar…
The golden holy ape howled defiantly through the heavens, black iron staff rising and descending, slashing and sweeping — the Golden King was driven back step by step, his arms going numb, the Golden Mace nearly slipping from his grasp.
He gripped the Ancient Imperial Weapon with all he had. Without it, he would be reduced to dust and cinder in an instant.
This was an agonizing process. The golden holy ape’s aura suppressed him completely, and its actual combat power was also a cut above his own. He could only retreat again and again. Most terrifying of all — the Golden Mace was an Emperor-level weapon that required a colossal infusion of magical power. Even a Great Saint, if forced to sustain it over time, would be drained completely dry.
Clang!
The black iron staff descended in a straight cleave, Great Dao marks trailing down, smashing onto the Golden Mace. A thunderous clang rang out — the star domain shook, meteorites shattered. The Golden King was wounded, coughing blood from his mouth, unable to resist.
“Take another strike from my staff!”
The golden holy ape gripped the great iron staff with both hands and smashed it down. The Golden King was forced to take the blow head-on. The Supreme Dao Imperial Mace erupted with tens of thousands of threads of light.
Clang!
The black divine iron and the Golden Mace clashed through Dao marks, a metallic ringing so deafening it split the ears. A blazing sphere of light burst outward — and the dark cosmos seemed to explode!
Spurt!
The Golden King spat a torrent of blood, his body sent flying horizontally for hundreds of li. The Ancient Imperial Weapon nearly escaped his grasp. His magical power was nearly exhausted.
“This is bad!” Great Saint Kun Zhou furrowed his brow.
The Golden King definitely could not hold on — and the Battle Saint King’s true form had not even entered the battle yet.
Boom!
Gripping the black divine iron and carrying the aura of the Saint Emperor, the monkey gave chase — intent on delivering the killing blow to the Golden King. And at this moment, the monkey’s true form also moved, body wrapped in the Shencan Clan’s nine-colored Imperial Armor, resplendent in radiance, charging straight toward Kun Zhou.
“Your time has come!” The Battle Saint King’s true form roared.
Great Saint Kun Zhou’s face went green on the spot. He was indeed extraordinary — talent unmatched, no weaker than Dicue in his day. But now, facing two monkeys attacking simultaneously, even a deity would have to weep.
Boom!
The Battle Saint King’s true form unleashed a punch. Clad in the nine-colored battle armor, immortal light blazing brilliantly, he drove forward with the might of heaven and earth — fist intent supreme above all!
Crack!
Kun Zhou steeled himself and fought back, weaving between the two monkeys. But it was not long before the accumulated blows made him cough blood — struck flying by the Demon Subduing Staff.
He vomited blood!
He coughed great mouthfuls of blood, his essence injured, retreating through the dark heavens, unable to withstand the peerless assault of two monkeys.
In the Central Region, outside Zhenxian City, the Eight Division Divine Generals, the Silver Moon Heavenly King, and the others were dead silent — while the Ancestor Kings who had followed Great Saint Kun Zhou all went pale. The reversal had come too suddenly, too quickly.
Just moments ago, people had been declaring they would dye the Saint Emperor’s Son, Ye Fan, and the Shencan Princess in blood — and now every last one of them had sealed their lips, desperate to flee immediately.
One Saint-level Ancient King was nearly trembling. He had just been saying that the Battle Saint King could not turn the tide — that if he fell in battle beyond the domain, he would be no different from dirt.
“Weren’t you all shouting earlier, inciting the ancient clan factions to act together and wipe us all out? Come on then — strike!” The Black Emperor said in his most gleefully obnoxious manner.
The Shencan Princess pressed forward. The opposing side retreated in unison. Who could now defy heaven? Which Ancient King dared to raise a hand?
Even the Silver Moon Heavenly King’s expression had gone dark. He knew today might bring great disaster upon him. The radiance in his eyes flickered unceasingly — hesitation gripping him.
Screaming…
High above, the battle was drawing to its close. The monkey, one person in three forms, had driven both Great Saints into rout — both bearing grievous wounds.
One person, three forms, commanding three Emperor-level weapons — combat power that defied heaven. Whoever came would meet bitter defeat, the advantage absolutely overwhelming.
This was a clash between Great Saints, amplified many times over by the mastery of Ancient Imperial Weapons. Three monkeys acting together — they fought until the heavens themselves were boiling.
Boom!
One golden holy ape, gripping a black iron staff, nearly cleaved the Golden King to his death — leaving him awash in a rain of blood, fleeing in disorder, protecting himself with the Golden Mace.
On the other side, the Demon Subduing Staff’s power was without limit, its demon-subduing force surging so greatly that nearby small asteroids were shaking, about to fall.
Crack!
The monkey’s true form was matchless in dominance. Drawing upon the Shencan Clan’s Ancient Imperial battle armor, it drove Kun Zhou back with bare fists — his body on the verge of bursting, covered in blood.
In this battle, Kun Zhou’s form and soul were both fractured, his wounds severe — Great Dao damage that would not heal easily, inflicted by the Ancient Imperial Weapons.
Had he not carried a Supreme Dao Imperial Weapon within his own body, he would long since have been reduced to dust. The battle was entirely one-sided. At this point, there was no suspense remaining.
On the ground, people were captivated — a battle like this had not been seen for how many years? Great Saints driving Imperial Weapons in combat, collapsing the heavens themselves.
By the battle’s end, three golden holy apes surrounded Kun Zhou and the Golden King. Both Great Saints could become dust and cinder at any moment, ceasing to exist.
Clang!
The black iron staff pressed down; the Golden Mace cried out in agony.
Boom!
The Demon Subduing Staff descended, Dao light like an ocean. Great Saint Kun Zhou groaned, each step bringing another cough of blood.
At this point, the situation was determined. The Great Saint War was about to conclude.
“Saint King — please show mercy!” An aged voice rang out, arriving from the Eastern Desolation to the outer domain at incredible speed.
It was an old man — of ordinary appearance, looking less like an ancient clan member and more like a human, resembling an old villager from the countryside, his attire equally plain.
“Huntuo the Great Saint!”
In the Central Region, outside Zhenxian City, people shuddered — they recognized this old man.
Huntuo the Great Saint — his might had shaken the Primordial Age. In those days, he had been the only existence who, as a Great Saint, dared to challenge the Battle Saint Emperor. Though the Saint Emperor had suppressed him with just one hand, it was no disgrace.
Who would dare challenge an Ancient Emperor? Setting aside the outcome — the sheer courage alone commanded admiration. The Primordial Age had been shaken to its core that day!
An enormous background — defeated only once in his life, by the Saint Emperor. Huntuo the Great Saint appearing now introduced enormous variables, making the hearts of many quicken.
“Do you intend to strike as well?” The Victorious Fighting Buddha asked.
“Saint King, please do not misunderstand. I have no such intention — I merely wish to serve as a mediator.” Huntuo the Great Saint said.
“You want me to stand down now? Impossible!” The Victorious Fighting Buddha refused outright.
“I am only speaking for the sake of it — whatever decision the Saint King makes, that is entirely his own conscience to follow. However, if they were made to pay a sufficient price, would that perhaps quench the fires of the Saint King’s wrath? If they are all killed outright, the ten thousand races may descend into great chaos — after all, two great Imperial Clans are now involved.” Huntuo the Great Saint said, his brow furrowed.
The Battle Saint King’s eyes flared. One great Imperial Clan naturally meant the Golden Clan. The other great Imperial Clan was no minor power either — they had lent the Ancient Imperial Weapon to Great Saint Kun Zhou.
“In former years, Dicue and my father were the closest of friends. He saved my father’s life twice. This action today was to repay that debt of gratitude — it was not out of resentment toward the Battle Saint Ape lineage.” The Golden King spoke even as he fought.
At this very moment, another figure appeared on the outer battlefield — extremely indistinct, impossible to make out clearly, speaking in a voice that was ancient and worn.
“My clan lent the Ancient Imperial Weapon to Kun Zhou also to repay a debt to Dicue. I ask for the Saint King’s forgiveness — my clan is willing to pay a price.” The newly appeared figure said.
Yet another Great Saint!
The Great Saints of the ancient clans had nearly gathered in full, standing firm on the outer battlefield, pleading with the Battle Saint King on behalf of others.
Dicue — in former days, his brilliance surpassed the age, matchless through the ages in radiance, standing as an equal to the Battle Saint Emperor. He had forged a renowned legacy, and had bestowed great kindness upon certain Imperial Clans.
“Saint King, please show mercy, so as to spare the ten thousand races from great chaos!”
At the same moment, several more aged figures appeared. Those on the ground were shaken — though these individuals were not Great Saints, they were the senior Clan Elders of several great Imperial Clans, with standing so immense it defied description.
All of them appearing together to mediate — they feared the Battle Saint King, in his fury, would go on to attack the Golden Clan. Ancient Imperial Clans rarely warred against one another — but once they did, the heavens and earth would be overturned!
The old monkey was powerful enough, but two great Imperial Clans had entered this battle, providing Ancient Imperial Weapons. If the affair truly erupted, the consequences were unthinkable.
The great battle came to a halt. With so many having arrived — people from Fire Qilin Cavern, the Primordial Lake, and Scarlet Phoenix Mountain — some even bringing Ancient Imperial Weapons — there was no choice but to temporarily sheathe one’s blade.
The Battle Saint King’s expression was cold and detached, gripping three Ancient Imperial Weapons as he surveyed the crowd. Then he looked toward the Golden King and said: “What price will you pay to preserve your life?”
“I…” The Golden King was at a loss. The monkey’s killing intent washed over him — this was a demand to put him to death!
“At our level of cultivation, what we lack most is nothing but a single life. If I am to leave with my life intact, I naturally must pay the price of a life. I am willing to offer a vial of the divine essence accumulated by my clan’s ancestors over generations.” The Golden King spoke. Everyone was shaken.
The Battle Saint King said nothing, fixing his gaze on Kun Zhou. His eyes were piercing — three Emperor-level weapons raised in unison!
“Saint King, please show mercy…” Someone urged.
“Monkey…” Kun Zhou shouted as well.
Boom!
The Battle Saint King’s eyes blazed. He surged forward in a lethal charge, his Imperial Might blasting everyone backward.
A scream rang out…
A wretched cry was torn from Kun Zhou. The Great Saint’s skull was struck by the black divine iron — blooming like a thousand ten thousand peach blossoms — and even the Ancient Imperial Weapon within his body could not shield him!