Emperor’s Domination

“Kill them!” Members of Splendor fought while continuously retreating.

The attackers from various sects were empowered by greed and attacked in waves. Each treasure from the auction house could fetch a sky-high price, let alone an entire treasury.

“Rumble!” Treasures soared in the air, making the wealth disparity obvious.

Splendor’s members had access to numerous high-grade weapons, the same couldn’t be said about the other team. They ate precious pills to boost their battle prowess, not holding back. This helped them overcome the difference in numbers.

The waves couldn’t stop their retreat toward the fortress.

“Take them down!” The opponents included members of Sky Tree, Witch King, the Ouyang, and many more.

A trail of blood formed along the battlefield due to the heavy casualties on both sides. Splendor had a hard time dealing with the losses since they were assaulted at two other locations - Splendor Fortress and Splendor Immortal Palace.

The assailants there included emperors and desolate gods, even those from Phantom and Immortal Suppression. Thus, no help was coming for the evacuees.

“Break!” Finally, the big shots took action - two desolate gods.

“Boom!” They destroyed the retreat path and sent many disciples flying.

They formed a pincer and surrounded the elephants. The first had a gigantic frame with numerous hands and eyes. The hands could break mountains while the eyes illuminate vast areas.

Everyone knew he came from the eight-armed race. This race was born with eight arms but through cultivation, they could revert to two or grow many more. This desolate god chose the latter path.

The other was also massive - a horseman seemingly made from gold instead of flesh. Just one step could trample a mountain. He held a golden saber with both hands, capable of untold destruction.

“Mountainbreak Stallion and Innumerable Saint from Witch King and Sky Tree.” Spectators were startled to see them.

The two sects stopped giving a damn and sent their ancestors on the stage as well.

“Leave the treasury and I will spare you.” Mountainbreak Stallion said.

“Over our dead bodies.” One disciple retorted loudly.

“Have it your way then!” Innumerable Saint roared and unleashed fiery rays from his eyes.

“Formation!” The survivors roared furiously and summoned swords.

Unfortunately, their formation couldn’t stop the inferno from burning holes straight through.

“Go!” Weaker cultivators leaped through the holes and landed on the elephants to seize the treasures.

“Perish then!” Mountainbreak Stallion swung his saber downward, cutting through the sword formation.

“Ahh!” The defenders fell one after another. This made the formation weaker and weaker. Nevertheless, they seemed ready to die in battle.

“Scums, you all deserve death!” A golden radiance blossomed from above and poured down like a tsunami, melting numerous attacking cultivators into nothingness. Not even bones were left.

Everyone looked up and saw a desolate god floating above.

“Goldvase Angel from Splendor!” Sky Step King shouted.

This desolate god’s appearance was magnificent - youthful and handsome with a pair of golden wings scattering golden particles.

The attack earlier came from his vase - pouring down liquid capable of just hurting the enemies and not his allies. He came from the celest tribe and had six sacred fruits.

“Come, brat!” Innumerable Saint formed countless mudras and opened up a gate. Seals flew out to suppress the wonderful being.

“Hmph.” Goldvase turned his treasure sideways and it sucked in all the seals.

Innumerable also had six fruits but due to his age, his cultivation was stronger. Alas, that golden vase was an incredible treasure.

“Try this!” Mountainbreak Stallion roared: “Mountain Splitter!”

Endless waves of saber energy surged forward and roared like an unceasing ocean.

“Go!” Goldvase patted his treasure and a golden dragon flew out, baring its claws against the saber slash. This successfully stopped the attack.

He then flew closer to Innumerable Saint to smash the opponent with his vase.

“Activate!” The latter didn’t dare to be careless and summoned a thousand defensive treasures.

They harmonized together but couldn’t stop the smash from sending their master flying.

“Retreat!” Goldvase gave the order and left with the remaining disciples.