Martial God Asura

The terrifying martial power formation had been destroyed, but the radiant golden light was much more unnerving. 

Not a single Netherworld Sectmember had lost their life to the bombardment of golden light, but their trembling bodies suggested they had lost their ability to fight. 

The crowd looked toward the golden light, but they were still unable to see the person behind the attack.

This enigmatic figure was much more terrifying than the Netherworld Sect.

“Milord, can we leave this place?” an Ouyang Heavenly Clansman pleaded with Ouyang Mingzhang.

He didn’t want to stay here anymore, fearing that this enigmatic figure would massacre them.

Weng!

A lightning-clad spirit formation gate manifested. It was a one-way passageway connected with the Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s formation. 

Ouyang Mingzhang might not have said a word, but this showed his attitude.

Many Ouyang Heavenly Clansmen quickly left through the spirit formation gate. They didn’t even want to watch the commotion; they just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

But there were still a few people who stayed behind.

The spirit formation gate might bring them out of the Immemorial Massacre Sea, but was the outside world any safer than here?

“Kneel, and I’ll consider sparing your sectmembers,” the enigmatic figure told Jimo Qianzhou.

Jimo Qianzhou didn’t hesitate to drop to his knees. He lowered his back and kowtowed to the origin of the voice. “I was the one who attacked you. It has nothing to do with my sectmembers. You can do whatever you want with me, but I implore you to spare the rest.”

This shocked not just the outsiders but the Netherworld Sectmembers too. They didn’t expect the lofty Netherworld Marshall to put down his dignity to beg on their behalf. 

But Jimo Qianzhou had no choice either. 

From the moment the golden light pierced his body, he realized the other party was not someone whom he could defeat. This was made more evident when the other party unraveled their martial power formation with ease. 

He might be doomed, but his conscience would be eased if his sectmembers could safely leave this place. He was the one who brought them here, after all.

“Interesting!” the voice echoed.

Blood splattered. 

The golden light piercing through Jimo Qianzhou’s chest suddenly broadened, slicing his body into halves. At the same time, the golden light piercing the Netherworld Sectmembers’ bodies receded. 

“Scram.”

Without any hesitation, the Netherworld Sectmembers dragged the severely wounded Jimo Qianzhou away with them. 

Peace temporarily returned to the world.

The Ouyang Heavenly Clansmen maintained their formation while warily eyeing outside the Immemorial Massacre Sea. 

Soon, those who had chosen to escape via the spirit formation gate appeared in space outside the Immemorial Massacre Sea. 

The other end of the spirit formation gate was placed in a discreet location that shouldn’t have invited any attention. Furthermore, those who had chosen to escape understood the severity of the situation and employed their most potent concealment means to hide themselves. 

Shing!

A beam of golden light shot forth and struck the fleeing Ouyang Heavenly Clansmen.

Blood splattered, but there were no cries of agony. Those people died before they even had a chance to scream.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to leave,” the enigmatic figure said. 

The Ouyang Heavenly Clansmen who were about to enter the spirit formation gate quickly backed off.

“Still hiding? Do you think you can survive this ordeal by hiding in the distance?” the enigmatic voice echoed once more.

These words weren’t directed at the Ouyang Heavenly Clan.

Shing!

Another beam of golden light shot out.

Weng!

The golden light abruptly stopped, its frontmost bit warping as if having met with an obstruction. 

A spatial distortion appeared, and a golden-robed old man stepped out. He was holding the golden light with his two fingers, stopping it in place. This feat in itself made it clear to the crowd that he was a powerhouse. 

But no one recognized the old man. 

Jimo Qianzhou would have recognized the old man if he had been still around. He was Jie Mubai’s new ally, the Zhao Immortal Clan’s Zhao Daobin. 

“Who’s that? The Zhao Immortal Clan? Is he from the Ancient Era?”

This was Zhao Daobin’s first public appearance in the present era. The crowd could make deductions based on his waist token. 

“The Zhao Immortal Clan has emerged too?” the Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s elders murmured with a frown.

Zhao Daobin looked at the origin of the golden light and asked, “Are you talking to me?”

“Yes. You are the only stronger one among the ants, so I’ll play with you before going on a massacre. I may consider sparing your life if you amuse me,” the enigmatic figure said. 

“Hahahaha!” Zhao Daobin burst into laughter.

“A mere rank one Heavenly God dares to challenge me?”

Zhao Daobin’s gaze turned cold. 

He exerted more force in his fingers, and the golden light shattered bit by bit until it reached its source. 

“This aura… He isn’t a rank one Heavenly God.”

The crowd felt goosebumps. 

Zhao Daobin’s aura was far superior to that of a rank one Heavenly God. It felt like he could destroy the Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s formation and obliterate all of them with a mere thought. 

Boom!

The surrounding space shook. 

A burst of golden light erupted from where the enigmatic figure’s voice came from. It swiftly expanded, becoming even larger than the Netherworld Sect’s martial power formation, only stopping when it occupied a tenth of the Immemorial Massacre Sea’s area. 

It was so big that even those with weaker cultivation could see it. 

The golden light morphed into a humanoid golden idol resembling a god. 

“Let this god see what you are capable of,” the enigmatic figure’s voice echoed from the idol. 

The golden idol hooked its finger at Zhao Daobin, taunting the latter. 

“How pretentious,” Zhao Daobin sneered. 

With a wave of his aged hand, he manifested a martial power sword imbued with a golden light. It was massive, spanning over tens of thousands of meters in length.

Without any hesitation, he directed the sword toward the humongous golden idol. 

Clang!

Despite the golden idol being larger, the golden sword was far stronger.

Zhao Daobin was unmistakably the stronger one here. 

But something eerie happened. The golden sword grew increasingly weaker as it approached the golden idol. It shattered before it could even strike the golden idol, dissipating as fragments of martial power. 

This shocked Zhao Daobin.