Ch. 1589 - Seven Dragon Ancestors, Divine Art Unleashed

A single finger crushed everything.

It came blasting out of the void. Though it was just a finger, it felt more like a pillar holding up the heavens, its soaring force tearing the world apart.

Martial Peak watched this scene and let out a heavy, cold snort. Behind him, his true fate appeared. A towering Martial Peak descended from the sky.

Martial Peak, first among the Four Seas Mountains.

To engrave this true fate, the Martial Peak Ancestor had endured countless hardships and paid a tremendous price. In this moment, Martial Peak took form, descending like the real Martial Peak itself, suppressing everything beneath it.

The origin of Martial Peak was said to come from a certain witch-demon. In an ancient era, a mighty witch-demon perished between heaven and earth. Even after ten thousand years, its corpse never decayed. Humans who approached it would instantly rot from the corpse miasma, while the witch-demon race revered it and even guarded the body. Over endless years, wind, rain, and time shaped the corpse into a mountain. This was the origin of Martial Peak.

Xu Zimo’s devastating finger collided with the falling Martial Peak. Until that moment, the Martial Peak Ancestor had been confident. But at the instant of contact, the overwhelming force swept through everything.

A roaring boom erupted. Martial Peak shattered beneath a single finger. The finger then struck the Martial Peak Ancestor’s brow. An explosion rang out as his head burst apart. The Martial Peak Ancestor was killed on the spot, his corpse plummeting from the sky.

The scene left everyone utterly silent. A mighty Grand Emperor figure had been erased effortlessly, right before their eyes.

Xu Zimo himself grew impatient. He waved his hand, striking toward the ministers and dragon lords of the Ancient Dragon God-Empire. A colossal heavenly palm descended from above.

“Young brat, restrain your arrogance!” shouted several voices at once.

Judging by the sound, it was more than one or two people, it was a group.

Sure enough, the void tore apart. Seven figures appeared in the sky, neutralizing Xu Zimo’s descending palm.

Each of the seven radiated the aura of a peak Grand Emperor. One of them even faintly carried the presence of a half-step Saint. They looked as if they had all cultivated the same technique, their breathing aligned, their movements synchronized.

Below the palace, the gathered citizens began to murmur.

“It’s the Seven Dragon Ancestors.”

“The founders of our Ancient Dragon God-Empire, the strongest seven elders.”

Long ago, the Seven Dragon Ancestors arrived here and established the Ancient Dragon God-Empire. Under their leadership, the empire flourished. Later, they retreated into seclusion. After generations of effort, the nation reached its present strength.

Among the seven ancestors, three were members of the Azure Green Dragon Race, making the relationship between the empire and the Azure Green Dragons extremely close.

Seeing the Seven Dragon Ancestors appear, the people felt a sense of relief. If even the Seven Ancestors could not handle this threat, then the empire would be doomed.

Although the Seven Ancestors had not reached the Saint realm, when united, they had once slain a Supreme Giant, a feat that made their name known throughout the world and greatly bolstered the empire’s prestige.

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“Remnants of the True Martial Sacred Ground,” the Seven Ancestors said in unison, “since we failed to exterminate you back then, today we finish the job.”

Even their speech was perfectly synchronized, one tone, one rhythm, more coordinated than conjoined twins.

“I thought the Ancient Dragon God-Empire would have something impressive hidden away,” Xu Zimo said, shaking his head in disappointment. “Seems I gave you too much credit. Just a bunch of old insects crawling around. Still, I suppose this is a good chance to clear up a few matters from the past.”

“You seek death!” The Seven Ancestors were enraged by the insult. They charged forward, powerful auras erupting. Dragon might surged skyward. Seven attacks, blade, sword, fists, and more, fell upon Xu Zimo all at once.

Xu Zimo drew Shadow Tyrant from his back. A sweeping arc of blade intent slashed forward. A deafening blast filled the air. All seven attacks were wiped out, and the seven figures were forced back.

“No wonder you’re so arrogant,” the Seven Ancestors said coolly after steadying themselves. “You do have some skill.”

“With your measly level of cultivation, you think you’re qualified to judge me?” Xu Zimo laughed.

The Seven Ancestors exchanged a glance. They spread out in the shape of a dragon, one forming the claws, one the head, one the tail, and so on. Each played a precise role, ultimately merging into a colossal divine dragon.

This was no ordinary dragon. It was a mighty Nine-Clawed Heavenly Thunder Dragon.

A dragon’s strength and talent were measured by its claws. Most dragons possessed six claws; seven- and eight-clawed dragons were considered supreme among their race. As for a nine-clawed dragon, nine represented the ultimate limit. Anything beyond nine belonged to beings on the level of Infinite Dao.

Thus, the Nine-Clawed Thunder Dragon was an extremely powerful existence in its own right.

The Thunder Dragon roared across the void, its thunderous might erupting wildly as if to destroy the heavens themselves. The bolts of lightning that surged from its body carried an ancient, world-ending power. The lightning was a dull gray, like the color of a world collapsing into ruin at the end of days.

Xu Zimo lifted his head. The Thunder Dragon glared at him, roaring relentlessly. Its nine claws tore open the sky as torrents of lightning rained down toward Xu Zimo and the members of the True Martial Sacred Ground. Each torrent was strong enough to severely wound a Grand Emperor cultivator.

Willow Ancestor and the others turned pale. The lightning covered such a wide area that they could not dodge. As for resisting it head-on, that would require overwhelming power.

They could only look to Xu Zimo for help.

Xu Zimo remained calm. He gathered spirit energy into his right hand, forming a transparent barrier above everyone’s heads. All lightning torrents were stopped by the barrier.

He formed a seal with his right hand. One of the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures, the Aryan-Swastika God-Seal, took shape. A swastika-shaped mark condensed in the air and shot forward with unstoppable force, tearing through the void and striking at the Nine-Clawed Thunder Dragon.

The Seven Ancestors recognized it instantly. Their faces changed.

“The Aryan-Swastika God-Seal… one of the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures! Are you from the Beiming God-Clan?”

The only answer they received was the thunderous explosion of the divine seal tearing through the heavens. A mushroom cloud bloomed in the sky.

Among the crowd, Zhao Zhoutian and Zhao Danyang went pale. Compared to the others, they were far more familiar with divine arts, their family origin was mysterious, and they themselves possessed divine arts.

“How is this possible? How could the Beiming God-Clan be helping the True Martial Sacred Ground?” Zhao Zhoutian muttered, shaking his head over and over.

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