Martial Peak

Both sides had been fighting on the Black Ink Battlefield for countless years, but such a brilliant white light had never before appeared. The light was without the slightest impurity and even seemed to be able to cleanse one’s mind and soul.

Martial Uncle Zhong couldn’t help narrowing his eyes slightly and staring intently in that direction. With the help of his discerning eye, the situation over there came into clear view. An unfamiliar young man whom he had never seen before was holding up something that resembled a small sun at that moment.

It was not surprising to see an unfamiliar face as tens of thousands of Human Masters were stationed at Blue Sky Pass. As some died, reinforcements would be sent to replace them in an endless cycle, so it was impossible for Martial Uncle Zhong to know every one of them. The young man was probably one of the newly arrived disciples from the 3,000 Worlds.

In the next moment, Martial Uncle Zhong watched as the small sun in the young man’s hands slammed hard into the giant figure of the Territory Lord.

The white light exploded without a sound and enveloped the Territory Lord. Following that, large patches of pitch-black darkness quickly seeped out of the Territory Lord’s body and he seemed to instantly suffer heavy injuries, his face twisting hideously in agony. Even his originally vigorous figure stiffened for a short moment. Nevertheless, the Territory Lord instinctively struck a backhanded blow that sent the young man flying out, coughing up blood as he tumbled.

In that momentary delay though, the Sword Dragon spun rapidly and swallowed the Territory Lord with a fierce roar. Thousands of sword waves whirled about inside the Sword Dragon, causing pitch-black blood to splatter across the void. At the same time, dense Black Ink Strength erupted outward only to vanish into nothing when it came into contact with the remaining aftermath of the white light. The powerful aura of the Territory Lord vanished in the wake of the Sword Dragon’s charge!

On top of the rampart, Martial Uncle Zhong felt as though his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. He had been stroking his beard at the time, and in his shock, his hand jerked slightly and actually yanked out a fistful of his hairs.

[He died!? The same Territory Lord who fought on even terms with me for six hours died just like that!? Our battle ended with both sides suffering heavy injuries, but I still can’t believe that he died! Not to mention, he was killed by Feng Ying!?]

If he had not witnessed the battle for himself, he would not have believed it. Feng Ying was certainly very strong, but it was impossible for her to slay a Territory Lord with her strength, not even if she had help and the Territory Lord was already severely wounded!

In that instant, Martial Uncle Zhong realised the crux of the problem. [That white light must be the key!]

He had clearly seen the pain and horror reflected on the Territory Lord’s expression when that white light enveloped him, and that was exactly what gave Feng Ying the chance to land a fatal attack.

[What the Hell was that light!?]

Regardless of what the truth was, this was not the time to consider such questions. A Black Ink Territory Lord had been slain by several Human cultivators in a matter of breaths. As a result, many Black Ink Clansmen immediately flew into a rage. They surged over from all directions in overwhelming numbers, quickly surrounding Feng Ying and the others tightly.

On top of the rampart, the Seventh-Order Master asked hesitantly, “Martial Uncle Zhong, was this some kind of trickery?”

He felt as though his brain was not working very well. He had just witnessed the death of the Territory Lord, but if that was a trick of the Black Ink Clan, wasn’t the price a little too high? Who would use the life of a Territory Lord to lure out Humans? Moreover, Feng Ying and the others were still fighting desperately against the Black Ink Clan at this moment.

into a large group of several hundred people. It was obvious that those figures were Humans, and as soon as they appeared, they unleashed various Divine Abilities and Secret Techniques at the Black Ink

Black Ink Clan was caught completely off-guard

Zhong stopped tending to his wounds and stood up. With a wave of his hand, he opened a hole in

that Feng Ying was not corrupted by Black Ink Strength after witnessing the death of the Territory Lord. Besides, if the Territory Lord overseeing that region was dead, then the Human Race could gain a huge advantage on the battlefield. This was an extraordinary achievement. Martial Uncle Zhong could no longer sit back and do nothing

behind him. Once they left,

grabbed Yang Kai by the

out a

been sent flying by the enemy’s backhand. He would have been severely injured if he had not retreated quickly and lessened the impact. Even so, the vitality in his body was churning violently. It was

been sent flying directly into the middle of the Black Ink Clan army. It

Feng is amazing,” Yang Kai couldn’t

the Purifying Light, it was the might of Feng Ying’s Sword Dragon that really sealed the deal. The power of her Divine

it was only possible because the Territory Lord was severely wounded in the first place. If he had been in

are amazing too!” Shen Ao’s expression was full of approval. He never realised that the Purifying Light would cause such a destructive amount of damage to the Black Ink Clan. It was not until after Yang Kai’s attack succeeded and

period. In other words, the white light was the nemesis of the Black Ink Strength. Seeing as Black Ink Strength inside the bodies of the Black Ink Clan was their source of power, how

strengths of Yang Kai and Feng Ying, they had managed to kill a Territory Lord. That was an outcome that never even crossed the minds of Shen Ao and the others before they made their move. Although they had

Zhi roared from the side. Following the movements of his hands, he

hiding inside their Small Universes; even so, they only had slightly over 300 people on their side. Their overall strength was not that great either. Most of them were only

their swift movements earlier, they had caught the Black Ink Clan by surprise; however, now that the Black Ink Clan had recovered from their initial shock, the enemy forces quickly formed

towards the enemy lines. Without a leader to coordinate their movements, many Black

protect the flanks as they followed Feng Ying to charge

overwhelming difference in their numbers. The group of several hundred Human cultivators could neither progress forward nor retreat backwards. Somebody was bound to be left behind with every step they took, and it was evident what kind of fate would befall them if they were left behind in this situation. If the situation were to continue at

The sudden roar startled both parties in the

and the others turned to look in the direction of the

to plunge into his body and disappear from view. Immediately after that, a horrifying

many years passed after, the surviving cultivators of that battle

of Dragon Scales, his limbs adorned with sharp Dragon Claws, Dragon Horns protruded from his forehead, and a Dragon Beard fluttering magnificently

A Grand Dragon!