The Last Primal

Chapter 938 938 - Shatters

Those Destiny Talismans were already shattered.

This meant that their disciples or successors have already perished within the ruins!

The Quasi-Divine Master of Mystic Firmament Divine Cult raised his chin slightly with a cold, haughty expression. "Coveting the Vermilion Fruit with such mediocre capabilities? How laughable!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

The Quasi-Divine Master of Dark Ghost Sect bared his yellow, rotting teeth and cackled sinisterly like the cries of crows.

"I garner that those lads didn't even manage to get through the otherworldly soldiers!"

The Martial Grandmasters inside the pavilion laughed with relaxed expressions.

Raising a cup of tea, the Quasi-Divine Master of Blood Mist Sect drank heartily and remarked indifferently, "Just a bunch of useless things that didn't know what's good for them."

The moment he said that his expression changed and he swiftly swiped across his storage bag, retrieving a Destiny Talisman.

That Destiny Talisman was already shattered!

"Wh… at?!"

Blood Mist Sect's Quasi-Divine Master narrowed his gaze and looked at it in disbelief.

A moment later, he slapped the table and rose with a boundless killing intent surging within him.

The teacup on the table flew into the air and exploded!

The paragon of Blood Mist Sect that fought for the Vermilion Fruit was his favorite legacy disciple.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have arrived personally and even crafted a Destiny Talisman for the paragon.

However, he truly hadn't expected his legacy disciple to fall the moment the fight for the Vermilion Fruit had just begun!

Earlier on, he was still mocking the Martial Grandmasters outside the pavilion, and yet, in the blink of an eye, his own disciple was already dead – this was truly a ridiculous insult.

Blood Mist Sect's Quasi-Divine Master was so pissed that his arm was trembling and anger surged within him.

Right now, he wanted to charge into the Great Forbidden Ruins to see who murdered his disciple. However, there was no way the other Martial Grandmasters would let him do that!

The reason why they were seated here was to prevent other Martial Grandmasters from interfering.

Blood Mist Sect's Quasi-Divine Master grits his teeth and screened the other Quasi-Divine Masters in the pavilion, trying to make out something from their expressions.

Mystic Firmament Divine Cult's Quasi-Divine Master extended his finger and rapped on the table a few times casually. "Dear Friend, please relax. It's normal to have casualties in fights between martial artists. Don't get worked up. Sit down and have some tea."

Blood Mist Sect's Quasi-Divine Master was about to explode internally!

How would he still have the mood to continue sipping tea?

He glared at Mystic Firmament Divine Cult's Quasi-Divine Master and snarled coldly, "Your disciple must have murdered my successor!"

"Perhaps,"

Mystic Firmament Divine Cult's Quasi-Divine Master sneered.

"Once this is over, I guess it's time for me to test out your skills!"

"Do you think I'll be afraid of you?"

Neither of them was willing to display weakness.

Suddenly, Mystic Firmament Divine Cult's Quasi-Divine Master's expression changed and a Destiny Talisman appeared in his hands.

The Destiny Talisman was already shattered.

"Hahahaha!"

Blood Mist Sect's Quasi-Divine Master burst into laughter and mocked. "Your disciple doesn't seem to be doing that well either!"

Mystic Firmament Divine Cult's Quasi-Divine Master was enraged and glared at the Destiny Talisman with a dark, grim expression.

While the other Martial Grandmasters in the pavilion appeared calm on the surface, all of them were gloating internally.

Dragon Tiger Sect's Quasi-Divine Master said darkly, "The two of you, do sit down. There's no way of turning back now that things have come to this state. There's no need for you guys to get worked up."

"That's right."

Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect's Quasi-Divine Master said, "The fact that two paragons have perished in such quick succession shows the cruelty of this Vermilion Fruit fight. I…"

Before he could finish, Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect's Quasi-Divine Master sensed something and his face froze up as he withdrew a Destiny Talisman from his storage bag.

Although the radiance of the Destiny Talisman was much dimmer, it was still intact.

Heavenly Piercing Sword Sect's Quasi-Divine Master heaved a gentle sigh of relief.

This meant that his successor was severely injured. However, at the very least, he was still alive.

Before long, Dragon Tiger Sect's Quasi-Divine Master's expression changed slightly and he withdrew a Destiny Talisman from his storage bag. His eyes filled with killing intent as he looked at the dense cracks on it.

Immediately after, the Quasi-Divine Masters of the Cadmus clan and Shadowless Sect sensed something.

By the time the both of them withdrew their Destiny Talismans, it was already shattered!

This time round, it wasn't just the Martial Grandmasters outside the pavilion – even those that were inside could barely sit still.

Apart from the Martial Grandmaster of the Dughur clan, there were 13 Quasi-Divine Masters from the Great Upper Sects and four gentry clans in the pavilion.

But now, through their Destiny Talismans, it showed that five paragons were already dead and one was severely injured!

Naturally, those five Quasi-Divine Masters had terrible expressions and grim gazes, emanating with shuddering killing intents.

The other Martial Grandmasters had equally morbid expressions.

This was an abnormal situation.

The five paragons that died came from the Great Upper Sects and four gentry clans – how did these disciples and successors that were highly regarded in their respective sects die so easily?

Furthermore, the five of them died too quickly!

How long had it been since the fight for the Vermilion Fruit began?

If the five of them released their Martial Master phenomenons, they would be able to hold out for 15 minutes at least.

However, the signs felt as though the five paragons were suppressed overwhelmingly without any chance to fight back at all!

Before long, a commotion broke out from the crowd outside the pavilion.

Many Martial Grandmasters withdrew shattered Destiny Talismans one after another with shards scattering to the ground.

The number of dead Martial Masters was rapidly rising!

Those from the major sects and clans such as Blazing Phoenix Valley, Dark Ghost Sect, and the Murong clan withdrew their Destiny Talismans as well.

All of those initially radiant Destiny Talismans shuddered at the same time.

This meant that their disciples were experiencing immense impacts at the moment!

Within a few dozens of breaths, the Destiny Talismans of those paragons dimmed significantly.

Although G'ang Nan of Blazing Phoenix Valley's Destiny Talisman wasn't destroyed, it turned ash dark – it was obvious that he was severely injured!

Snap!

The Destiny Talisman in the hands of Seven Kills Sect's Quasi-Divine Master shattered!

Many other Quasi-Divine Masters were shocked.

There were already six fallen paragons in the pavilion among the Great Upper Sects and four gentry clans!

Outside the pavilion, the shattered Destiny Talismans were uncountable!

What happened in the Great Forbidden Ruins?

Rather than a fight between the paragons, this seemed like a major calamity for the paragons of the North Region!

The Quasi-Divine Masters of the Taban clan, Murong clan, Heaven Motion Sect, and other sects looked at the dull Destiny Talismans in their hands with uncertain expressions.

It wasn't just the Quasi-Divine Masters of Blood Mist Sect and Dragon Tiger Sect et cetera – even they were finding it difficult to sit by idly!

The Martial Grandmasters had a weird feeling that something far beyond their control seemed to have happened!

"Everyone, we should check out the ruins."

Suddenly, Blood Mist Sect's Quasi-Divine Master said with a dark expression.

The reason why they were gathered here was initially to prevent other Martial Grandmasters from interfering so that the younger generation could fight for dominance.

But now that their successors were dying one after another, the few of them could not take it anymore.

Although Taban Feng's Destiny Talisman was intact, it had dimmed significantly as well.

The Quasi-Divine Master of the Taban clan hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I agree. Let's head over to the Great Forbidden Ruins to check things out. If nothing is amiss, we'll let those disciples continue with their massacre."

The other Quasi-Divine Masters exchanged glances and agreed to it in silence.

"Let's go!"

Everyone exclaimed and left the place.

Suddenly, a formidable spirit consciousness overwhelmed them.

Two figures flew over from the horizon not far away, a man and a woman, bedazzling and graceful as gods!

When they saw the two of them, the Quasi-Divine Masters of the Great Upper Sects and four gentry clans were surprised and a hint of cautiousness could be seen from the depths of their eyes.

"Dear Friends, the fight for the Vermilion Fruit is a showdown between Martial Masters. Where are you guys going?"

Although the man's voice was calm, there was a persecuting tone to it.

The Quasi-Divine Masters of the Great Upper Sects and four gentry clans knew of the origins of this couple and remained silent.

When the other Martial Grandmasters noticed the expressions of those from the Taban clan and others, they came to a realization and chose to keep quiet as well.

However, not everyone noticed it.

The Martial Grandmasters outside the pavilion came from all over the North Region; some of them were from minor sects while others were itinerant martial artists.