829 Chapter 829

Wielding his sword, Hart You charged into the crowd. Everywhere he passed through, hell broke loose as fresh blood spilled along with broken limbs in a tragic scene.

The battlefield was in chaos.

Shrieks, screams, yells, and the sound of killing were mixed together.

*Pitter! Patter!* *Tap!* *Tap!*

From the south, a series of heavy footsteps arrived.

Each time it sounded, the ground would tremble a little, as if a massive being with terrifying might was sprinting over!

Many martial artists looked towards the voice.

A buzz-cut martial artist headed over with huge strides. With a bare upper body, his exposed muscles shone with a bronze luster and his muscles bulged out one by one, giving off an explosive feeling of power! He was a saurian, a unique, scaleless one at that!

The person carried a gigantic iron spear on his shoulder that was pitch-black and heavy. Exuding a violent aura from head to toe, his eyes burned as he laughed with a domineering aura. "A bunch of reckless idiots. How dare you guys try to taint the Ancient One's Palace!"

"Hurry, run! It's someone from the demonic sects!"

"That's the fiend heir of Overlord Sect, Shadow Raven! Run!"

Shadow Raven slapped the spear on his shoulder and it bounced into the air as he shouted. "You all had your chance… However, it is all too late to run now!"

*SWOOSH!*

The iron spear tore through the air, turning into a dark ray of light as the wind howled.

Following the spear, Shadow Raven charged into the crowd.

The martial artists that stood at the front were torn into pieces by the black spear. With a flick, the spear shattered all spirit weapons that collided with it.

"Kill!"

Shadow Raven roared as he gripped the black spear singlehandedly. He swept in reverse and sliced dozens of martial artists in the crowd into pieces with the strength of a massive army!

The mighty Overlord Sect was the strongest body-tempering sect among the so-called 'demonic' sects.

In the entire world, they could be ranked as one of the top threes, alongside Crystal Palace and of course, the mighty elite force of Reverends.

As the current chosen heir of Overlord Sect, it was easy to imagine how strong this fearsome saurian man with the strange title 'Shadow Raven' was in melee combat.

This was a killing feast!

A pale white light shone around the edges of Shadow Raven's body and ethereal energy, mana surged while his bloodline roared. Everywhere his spear passed, people were bound to die as no one could withstand its sharpness.

On the other side of the makeshift battlefield, a deep purple aura arrived.

It produced an unrestrained pressure as though an emperor has arrived.

"Oh no! Everyone, hurry and run for your lives! That's none other than, the chosen heir of the legendary Purple Firmament Sect, Seehto'ch Ku'gar!"

The crowd in the east was also in a mess as martial artists scattered in all directions.

A purple-robed martial artist stood in midair with a solemn expression. His entire body was shrouded by a billion streams of purple energy that shone with a brilliant myriad of colors. He possessed a dignified aura that looked down on the masses.

"Go!"

Waving his sleeves, Seehto'ch Ku'gar chided softly.

At his command, countless streams of purple energy that were initially surrounding him formed purple-colored swords in midair that shone brightly as they tore the crowd into pieces like a group of purple clouds.

The purple clouds swept across the skies and many martial artists fell from midair to their deaths.

It was as Tai Liu had predicted; an unprecedented massacre was bound to happen on the ancient battlefield with the appearance of the Ancient One's Palace.

The vicinity around the Ancient One's Palace turned into a slaughterhouse.

It wasn't just Sword Sect and Purple Firmament Sect. Successors of the other nine immortal sects appeared one after another and joined the battlefield.

There was an icy cold looking maiden with white robes fluttering, a martial artist with lightning gaze and sped like the wind, another martial artist with a unique looking crown on his head and a horsetail whisk…

From the side of the demonic, 'evil' sects, apart from Shadow Raven of the mighty Overlord Sect, Shaori An of the Acid Rain Sect and the chosen heir of Mirage Fiend Clan have appeared as well.

The fiend heir of Zenith Sect, Bair Yohren, charged into the battlefield with his Zenith Saber and killed ecstatically.

Previously, Bair Yohren escaped from the Metal Tree Groove using the secret technique of his sect, the Blood Escape after losing shamefully to Aiden.

Now that he reappeared, he seemed to have found some of his luck again, as he was now proudly radiating his Martial Master state power!

To be fair, if he hadn't reached this stage, he would have already met his demise like all the martial artists here if he had come forth to take a look, let alone covet for the Ancient One's Palace.

All the successors of the righteous and evil sects had a tacit understanding and avoided one another temporarily while killing the other, weaker martial artists.

Under such circumstances, the only ones who had a chance of escaping were those at the peak of the Martial Knight realm!

Suddenly, a burly man in linen, vagrant clothes with thick brows and a rough, battle-carved face stood at the boundaries of the chaotic battlefield, watching everything coldly.

Aiden had already arrived!

*DING!* *DONG!*

Suddenly, a long and distant bell sounded from the west, seemingly able to cleanse one's soul and was extremely sacred.

As the bell rang, a bald martial artist strode over. He was barefooted and dressed in monk robes. Wielding a golden bell, his eyes shone with a tinge of golden glow… it was the travelling battle priest, Reverend Jor Har!

"Hmm."

Reverend Jor Har held one palm vertically and let out a soft hum as a form of greeting.

Although only barely a day could have passed, Reverend Jor Har's expression was normal and his aura was stable; it was clear that his injuries had already healed. He must have used some extremely precious medicines and salves to get back to top shape.

Aiden nodded silently.

As the selected elite force under the Ancient One and the High Priest, the Reverend's resources had to be truly capable.

Previously, Reverend Jor Har's was heavily suppressed by Aiden and his flesh had exploded while his organs were dislocated.

In merely a day of time, he had already recovered to his original state. That was proof that the priest's physique was truly extraordinary. He was unlike his other peers in service, he wasn't only strong in his techniques but also in bodily might.

*DING!*

Expressionlessly, Reverend Jor Har flicked his wrist gently and the bell sounded once more.

A group of martial artists that were fleeing in midair on their flying swords shuddered. Their faces turned pale as they swayed unsteadily.

*DING!*

The bell sounded once more.

*THUD!* *THUD!*

One after another, the martial artists fell from midair. By the time they reached the ground, their gazes were dim and blood flowed from all seven orifices; they were already dead!

Three more priests and even a female priestess strode slowly forward behind Reverend Jor Har.

Although the three priests and the priestess were all Reverends as well, their attires were different as were the identifying insignias on their waists.

From the High Priest's elite group, five Reverends have appeared!

It was truly a gathering of the world's elites!

In this battle, some martial artists from other sects or itinerant martial artists who thought that they were strong finally understood the terror of the world's factions, righteous and evil sects, clans, as well as the true power of the High Priest, the current retainer of the Ancient One's Palace!.

Although they were also at the peak of Martial Knight ream, as well as some in the Martial Master stage, they were no match for the successors of those sects!

The number of martial artists around the Ancient One's Palace decreased but the number of corpses increased as blood flowed like a river.

Finally, someone caught sight of Aiden who was standing at the boundaries.

It was Bair Yohren, the chosen heir of Zenith Sect!

Naturally, he did not know that this was Aiden who had changed his appearance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have advanced alone without any reservations.

Bair Yohren's expression was cold as he held the bloody Zenith Saber in his hands. He glared at Aiden without any shred of emotion.

Although Aiden was expressionless, a flicker of mockery flashed through his eyes.

"Die!"

Bair Yohren swung his Zenith Saber and created a bloodied arc in midair before it descended upon Aiden's head.

Aiden's eyes shone brightly. Just as he was about to take action, a tender shout sounded from behind him.

"Stop!"

A fragrance wafted over.

A pink ribbon tore through the air. Although it looked weak, it managed to fend off Bair Yohren's attack!

Right after, as if it was alive, the pink ribbon coiled itself along the body of the saber.

Frowning, Bair Yohren retracted his blade hurriedly.

"Holy Maiden of the Pure Maidens Sect, what do you think you are doing?!"

He glared at the girl in pink that darted out from behind the burly man, asking in an unfriendly manner.

"Hehe."

By now, Holy Maiden Sylvie Dewa had already covered herself with her veil again.

Smiling gently, she glanced at the burly man and said softly. "This is a friend I invited. He's on the side of our sect."