The Last Primal

The Seven Kills Sect's paragon arrived before Aiden in a flash and the bloody word character behind him turned more grisly and brighter!

The Primordial Soaring Serpent swayed its massive tail and whipped through the air, slamming against the bloody word character like a thick steel whip.

Piak!

The blood word character was destroyed and turned into a blood mist.

As though he was struck by lightning, Seven Kills Sect's paragon no longer dared to block and dodged to the side at an extremely fast speed!

Aiden sneered and his eyes flashed with a cold glint.

Swash!

Swinging his arm in reverse, Aiden tossed out his blade and it turned into a streak of light, stabbing into the Seven Kills Sect's paragon's chest!

"Pfft!"

The sword blade penetrated his body and pierced into a stone pillar in the underground palace.

Its blade quivered and blood dripped from it endlessly – Seven Kills Sect's paragon was already thoroughly dead!

Aiden had a few other similar sabers of that grade in his storage bag so he did not care about it at all.

Apart from Dughur Jian who was watching coldly from the sidelines, the other 13 of the paragons from the Great Upper Sects and four gentry clans were already mostly killed by Aiden.

They were either dead or injured.

After killing Seven Kills Sect's paragon, nobody dared to stand in Aiden's way.

Finally, his vision cleared up.

"Hahahaha!"

Aiden reared his head and laughed into the air while speeding out of the palace.

It was dead silent all around the palace.

The paragons that managed to survive such as G'ang Nan and Murong Wolt had grim expressions on their faces.

Even the cocky Taban Feng was silent. Although his Martial Master phenomenon was still gathering behind him, it no longer had any fierceness to it and was dark and dull.

Just like that, the paragons of the North Region gathered and watched helplessly as the Vermilion Fruit was snatched before their very eyes by the successor of Holy Fire Island.

If word of this were to get out, all the factions of the North Region would turn into the laughingstock of the entire martial power world!

"It's over just like that?"

Maran Des murmured to herself as she looked at everything squarely.

Muran Dorn sighed gently.

Both of them had witnessed everything.

The initial fervor when the paragons of the North Region gathered with their raring battle intents up till their current dejectedness after being overwhelmed by the successor of Holy Fire Island singlehandedly!

In the end, there was an outcome to the fight for the Vermilion Fruit.

Muran Dorn mumbled, "Perhaps the only way for this man to be suppressed is if the paragons of the nine immortal sects, seven fiend sects, and six Buddhist monasteries are present."

"However, I heard that this monster incarnate of Holy Fire Island once defeated the paragons of the immortal, Buddhist, and fiend sects beneath the Ancient One's Palace," Maran Des frowned and replied.

"Things are different now,"

Muran Dorn shook his head. "Don't forget that the monster incarnate of Holy Fire Island is only at early-stage Martial Master realm right now!"

Just as Aiden was about to rush out of the palace's exit, a deafening roar of a demon beast sounded, threatening to devour the entire world!

"Roar!"

A humongous ferocious beast barged in. It had the head of a wyrm, body of a tiger, tail of a snake, and extremely sharp teeth with saliva drooling from its mouth. Its fangs shone sinisterly and it was extremely shuddering!

Tiger wyrm!

It was one of the fiercest types of ancient remnant beasts with the bloodline of a wyrm. After martial power, it can revert to its ancestry and transform into an actual wyrm before growing into a ferocious beast!

As for wyrms, they had the chance of transforming into dragons!

What was even more terrifying was that a man was riding on that tiger wyrm!

When they saw the badge on the man's waist, the expressions of Murong Wolt and the others changed and they exclaimed, "The ancient aristocratic family, Lockster!"

A big pavilion five kilometers away from the Great Forbidden Ruins.

Naturally, the ripening of the Vermilion Fruit could not be hidden from the Martial Grandmasters.

This meant that a trial exclusive to the paragons had officially begun!

Outside the pavilion, there were Martial Grandmasters from various sects and factions of the Martial Grandmaster. Although they maintained their composures, each of them revealed nervousness deep in their eyes.

None of those Martial Grandmasters communicated much between one another.

On the contrary, the Quasi-Divines in the pavilion were much more relaxed comparatively.

All of those Martial Grandmasters were from the Great Upper Sects and four gentry clans and had strong confidence towards the paragons of their factions.

Even if they could not defeat their enemies, they could definitely escape unscathed.

With casual attitudes, those Martial Grandmasters sipped their teas and chatted leisurely.

"Everyone, how about making a guess as to who would become the number one Quasi-Divine Realm Master of the North Region by getting their hands on the Vermilion Fruit?"

The Quasi-Divine Master of the Murong clan fanned himself in a carefree manner and asked leisurely. He was born extremely handsome and carried a gentle aura.

Stellar Luna Sect's Quasi-Divine Master replied indifferently, "Actually, I'm sure everyone knows who the number one Quasi-Divine Realm Master of the North Region is. Even without this fight for the Vermilion Fruit, it would definitely be the newest Master of the Crystal Palace Sect."

At the mention of him, all the Martial Grandmasters present went silent immediately.

He was indeed the peerless paragon of the Martial Master realm from Crystal Palace Sect!

This was someone who had never tasted defeat and dominated the North Region for many years!

It was said that the Young Mater, Jorl Wuya had the chance to advance to the Martial Grandmaster realm. However, he did not take that step because he wanted to enter the ancient battlefield and meet with the talents of the world.

The scariest thing was that he was less than a hundred years old!

He was way too young.

As long as Jorl Wuya wanted, he could become a Martial Grandmaster at less than a hundred years old!

Furthermore, all the Martial Grandmasters present knew one thing.

They knew that once Jorl Wuya advanced to the Martial Grandmaster realm, there was a high chance he would be able to kill them even if he was at early-stage.

It was normal for the legacy disciples of the nine immortal sects and seven fiend sects to kill beyond their levels.

The Quasi-Divine Master of the Taban clan was calm. "It's needless to talk about that. At least, there isn't much activity from Crystal Palace Sect. I presume that Jorl Wuya wouldn't be interested in the Vermilion Fruit either."

"Without Jorl Wuya, it's hard to determine who would be the victor in the end."

As Taban clan's Quasi-Divine Master and the others were discussing, a commotion broke out from outside the pavilion.

There were Martial Grandmasters who withdrew talismans from their storage bags, some of which were already shattered into pieces.

The arms of those Martial Grandmasters were trembling slightly and they were shaking their heads, sighing with dark expressions.

Upon seeing that, the Quasi-Divine Masters of the Upper Sects and four gentry clans in the pavilion smirked with a hint of mockery in their eyes.

In the martial world, there was such a thing as the Destiny Symbol.

Upon entering Martial Grandmaster realm and cultivating an Essence Spirit, a martial artist can separate a trace of their spirit consciousness and inject it into a mystic jade to create a unique jade scroll known as the Destiny Symbol.

The Destiny Symbol was correlated to the martial artist.

Even if they were millions of miles apart, if the martial artist was dead and their Essence Spirit was destroyed, the Destiny Symbol would sense it and its spirit consciousness would disperse, resulting in the destruction of the Destiny Symbol.

Therefore, in some major sects, they would have chambers to store Destiny Symbols with martial artists guarding them specifically.

The moment a Destiny Symbol was destroyed, even if the martial artist related to it wasn't around, the sect would know that the person had already perished.

A Mighty Figure from one of the four unorthodox groups of the world, Thousand Crane Sect, created a Destiny Talisman specifically for Martial Masters based on the concept of the Destiny Symbols and it was widespread in the martial world.

However, Destiny Talismans had clear range restrictions.

The closer they were to their martial artists, the sooner they would receive the transmitted messages and the more accurate it would be.

If the Destiny Talismans were 50 kilometers away from their martial artists, even if the latter died, nothing would happen to the Destiny Talismans.

Right now, the Martial Grandmasters outside the pavilion were holding onto the Destiny Talismans of their Martial Masters!