The Last Primal

Martial Master phenomenons were the strongest means available to Martial Masters and they wouldn't be able to reuse it within a short period of time upon release.

In other words, if someone activated their Martial Master phenomenon during an intense battle, it meant that they were determined to go for the kill!

While Cadmus Wujia was displeased with Tada Feng, he retained his sanity.

The Vermilion Fruit had not ripened yet. If both of them were to reveal all their trump cards and release their Martial Master phenomenons here, it would only result in an internecine outcome and allow outsiders to gain the advantage.

Taban Feng's Martial Master phenomenon had not formed fully and in reality, he was hesitant internally as well.

But when he sensed the gazes from the surroundings, Taban Feng was pumped and declared coldly, "F*ck that! I'll kill you today!"

"The both of you, cut it out!"

Suddenly, a cold and charming voice sounded.

*Bang!* *Boom!* *Boom!*

A series of ancient chariots arrived with a formidable aura, causing the clouds to disperse and the firmaments to quake!

These ancient chariots were only available for the gentry aristocratic families.

It was the arrival of yet another major martial clan!

The war flag on the chariots displayed a striking word – Murong.

A woman stood on the chariot at the front, wearing blue palace robes with a tall, slim, and voluptuous figure.

Although she did not have makeup on, she possessed flawless fairy-like features with an arrogance that was unique to the gentry clans.

The person who spoke earlier on was this woman.

When he saw the woman, Cadmus Wujia yelled hurriedly, "Murong Wolt, you've come at the right time! Help me control this madman!"

"Hmph, none of you shall control my actions today!"

Although that was what Taban Feng said, it was clear that his tone had softened.

"Our four gentry clans are related through history. We can spar, but there's no need to get into a life-and-death bout…"

Murong Wolt commented indifferently, "Besides, the Vermilion Fruit isn't ripe yet. What's the point of you guys fighting? To let outsiders laugh at us?"

Sweeping his gaze towards the martial artists watching from the surroundings, Tada Feng hollered with cold killing intent in his eyes, "Who would dare to laugh at me? All of you, scram further!"

The many martial artists were shocked and retreated hurriedly.

Muron D'ohr and Mala Deisho seized the chaotic moment to escape outside as well.

The ruins were way too scary.

This battle was merely a scene that was replicating similar battles in other parts of the Great Forbidden Ruins!

Before they even caught sight of the Vermilion Fruit, people were fighting till rivers of blood were formed!

Once the Vermilion Fruit truly appeared, what sort of a blood storm would that be?

The group retreated, leaving a single person walking forward silently in a striking manner.

Instantly, everyone's gazes focused on that person.

That person wore black robes and had black hair. Expressionless and stiff, there were no emotions in his eyes as he walked towards the depths of the Great Forbidden Ruins holding a long sword in his pale left hand.

"Who is that? How dare he ignore the threat of Taban Feng?"

"I think his brains must be dead. It's easy to tell that he's an idiot with a paralyzed face."

"He truly doesn't know what's good for him. How dare he challenge the three gentry clans alone!"

Many martial artists nearby discussed in hushed voices with mocking expressions.

The person did not move quickly. To be precise, compared to the speed of martial artists, he was extremely slow.

The black-robed sword martial artist walked slowly towards the depths of the ruins like a mortal, ignoring the many chariots of the three gentry clans in the air and the strong martial artists.

One step after another…

The martial artists of the three gentry clans seemed to have frozen in midair and complete silence ensued as none of them moved.

After the arrival of the black-robed swordsman, even the unbearable Taban Feng with his torrential ferocity earlier on quietened down; a hint of wariness could be seen from the depths of his eyes.

The scene that everyone expected did not happen.

On the contrary, the black-robed swordsman continued walking beneath the three gentry clans in an unhurried manner, step by step just like that under countless gazes.

That was not a distance that was considered far for martial artists.

Be it with movement techniques or riding on their swords, it would merely take slightly more than a hundred breaths.

However, that black-robed swordsman walked for a whole 15 minutes!

The stranger thing was that nobody stopped him or even spoke throughout the entire time.

It was as though everyone's throats were choked!

Murong Wolt frowned slightly and there was an odd look in the way she watched the black-robed swordsman. It seemed like pity, admiration, and even worry – it was conflicted and complicated.

The black-robed swordsman seemed indifferent towards everyone's fiery gazes.

His gaze was a little lost, seemingly unable to find a focal point. Walking forward step by step unhurriedly, he maintained his speed and slowly disappeared from everyone's line of sight.

"Who was that man?"

The martial artists watching were no fools and gradually returned to their senses.

"There's still one more gentry clan. There's a high chance that he is the paragon of the Dughur clan!"

"Now that you mention it, I seem to recall that there's a frightening Martial Master sword martial artist of the Dughur clan known as Dughur Jian. He lives for the blade."

"I've also heard about him before. It's said that he keeps to himself and has no kin or friends. For the past dozens of years, he is only accompanied by his black sword and has truly reached the realm of requiring nothing but his sword."

When she heard the discussions nearby, Mala Deisho whispered, "Muron, seems like the Dughur clan has given up on the fight for the Vermilion Fruit. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent him here alone."

"Not necessarily,"

Muron D'ohr shook his head. "Apart from people like us that have given up on fighting for the Vermilion Fruit and are just here to take advantage of the chaos, there's another possibility why some of them are here alone or in pairs."

"Why?" Mala Deisho asked.

"That man is so scary that he doesn't even need the help of others!"

In mid-air, Taban Feng had already retracted his Martial Master phenomenon when the black-robed swordsman appeared.

After the black-robed swordsman was gone, he heaved a sigh of relief and laughed. "Here I was thinking why there was no one from the Dughur clan with our three clans here. So, they sent that man with the paralyzed face."

The black-robed swordsman was expressionless the entire time and Taban Feng was naturally only mocking him with the 'paralyzed face' term.

Not far away, a martial artist could not help but chuckle. "Paralyzed face. Hehe, how befitting."

"Hmm?"

Murong Wolt's expression darkened and she turned slightly.

Without a single word, she waved her sleeves and a streak of light appeared instantly, shooting into that martial artist's glabella before vanishing.

There was a thud.

That person's head exploded and he fell to the ground, dead with his blood and brain juices splattering everywhere!

The crowd fell into an uproar.

The martial artists nearby were frightfully pale and retreated instinctively, looking up into the skies with a sense of trepidation at that murderous peerless woman on the ancient chariot.

With a cold face, Murong Wolt said slowly, "Do you think the likes of you can make fun of anyone from the four gentry clans?"

No one replied.

Taban Feng, Cadmus Wujia, and Murong Wolt stood in midair with a bedazzling aura, resembling gods that were looking down at puny mortals with judgmental gazes!

Who would dare reply under such pressure?

Turning around, Murong Wolt glared at Taban Feng and remarked coldly, "Taban Feng, don't say that I didn't warn you, but you had better watch your mouth. Trouble stems from the mouth!"

"Ha!"

Taban Feng regained his arrogance after the departure of the black-robed swordsman and roared into laughter. "It's none of your business! I can say whatever I like!"

"Alright!"

With a frosty stare, Murong Wolt said, "Since you're so daring, go chase after Dughur and repeat your words!"

Taban Feng's expression darkened and he harrumphed without retorting.

Heaving a deep breath, Murong Wolt composed herself and said indifferently, "Don't blame me for not reminding you guys, but there's news that the legacy disciples of the Ten Upper Sects of the North Region are coming."

When they heard that, Taban Feng and Cadmus Wujia knitted their brows.

"It's not going to be so simple to pluck the Vermilion Fruit and claim dominance over the Martial Master realm in the North Region! Even successors of the ancient aristocratic families of the North Region might appear!"

With that said, Murong Wolt waved her hand and led the dozens of chariots behind her to speed into the Great Forbidden Ruins.

Taban Feng and Cadmus Wujia calmed down as well and left respectively, giving up on their fight with a tacit understanding.

In the blink of an eye, peace returned to the skies at the boundaries of the ruins.

"Heh! With so many talents aiming for the same goal, even the paragons of the four gentry clans may not be able to get the Vermilion Fruit."

"That's right. Haven't you heard that the legacy disciples of the Ten Upper Sects are rushing over too? There's definitely going to be a great war between the paragons at that time!"

"Seems like that Vermilion Fruit is not only a universal treasure, there's an even deeper meaning to it. Whoever gains the Vermilion Fruit is sure to become the number one Martial Master of the North Region!"