Chapter 332: True Dragon Clan

When this remark came out, everyone around fell silent.

After a long while, someone spoke up, “The True Dragon Clan? Didn’t the True Dragon Clan disappear tens of thousands of years ago already? How can there still be any in this day and age?”

“Besides, the True Dragon Clan rarely appears in the East Barrens. How could they encounter the Spirit Race as soon as they emerge?”

“The true dragons simply do not mingle in the mortal realm. Who said they were extinct long ago?”

“As for why this being annihilated the Spirit Race, that’s not something we can investigate!”

“The True Dragon Clan are the sacred spirits of the Demon Race. Could their attack on the Spirit Race today be targeting us humans?”

Everyone discussed animatedly, each bearing a heavy heart.

Today’s events were far too bizarre. The sudden emergence of the secluded True Dragon Clan was a shocking matter in and of itself. Add to that their destruction of the Spirit Race just now.Jt could be foreseen that a storm was brewing with the Spirit Race at its epicenter, already beginning to sweep out in all directions.

In the end, there was no telling just how many factions would be caught up in this swelling tempest.

“With the Spirit Race destroyed, the Qin family will surely make a big move!” a peak-stage Quasi-Saint Realm expert said. He was an elder from one of the holy lands, his strength formidable. He gazed upon the distant Spirit Race island, looking deeply concerned.

“If nothing unexpected happens, the Qin family should already be on their way!” another person added.

Being closer to the Spirit Race, they had arrived sooner. Although the Qin family was far, it wasn’t too preposterous a distance. Even for a saint, it would only take around two to four hours to arrive. If it was a Saint King Realm master, their speed in rushing over would be greatly boosted.

“Look! There seem to be others still on the Spirit Race island!”

Just then, someone cried out. Only to see, at this time, the Spirit Race island was completely annihilated. The remaining members of the Spirit Race were sparse and scattered, their will to fight extinguished. action Yet now, apart from these Spirit Race members, there were also three other figures standing in the void. When they had first arrived, these three had not been noticed at all.

It appeared they had just finished pillaging the Spirit Race island. Having completed their plunder, they now boldly revealed themselves before everyone.

“Those three…one of them looks to be Su Chen!”

“The other two seem rather unfamiliar…”

“No, wasn’t Su Chen headed for the Demon Slaying Altar? Why is he here?”

“Could the fall of the Spirit Race also be related to him?”

Upon catching sight of Su Chen and the other two’s traces, a unanimous doubt arose in the hearts of all present.

Outside the Spirit Race island, as the final saint fell, the Saint-King-level divine weapon that had belonged to the Spirit Race shook with a terrifying aura, emitting a radiance that shone through the ages.

It was dazzlingly resplendent as if a true saint king had awakened within, wanting to break free of all restraints and flee this place.

Yet before the weapon could shoot upwards, Long Wu slapped it down from the sky with one palm strike. Just that one hit made the weapon let out a wail, showcasing the sheer terror contained in Long Wu’s palm.

The lustrous glow faded away. The sole Saint-King-level weapon of the Spirit Race revealed its original visage, a stone mirror.

The surface of the stone mirror was translucent and crystalline, crafted from unknown materials, exuding an ancient and simplistic aura.

As the stone mirror landed in Long Wu’s hand, with a light wave, fearful power gushed out once more from within, seemingly able to pierce through the ancient past and distant future.

On the mirror’s surface, endless patterns of the Great Dao interweaved. Boundless divine power tore through the air, completely enveloping the entire Spirit Race island.

The only difference was…the original intention of the stone mirror manifesting was to protect the Spirit Race. But now, it was being used to massacre them instead.

The original owner of the mirror was indeed the Spirit Race’s ancestor. But that ancestor had already passed away countless years ago.

Moreover, Saint-King-level weapons did not possess the same spirituality as imperial weapons. With no owner, it would naturally fall under the control of whoever obtained it, to be utilized however they pleased. Of course, the prerequisite was that the person who acquired the Saint-King-level weapon was able to activate and wield it in the first place.

And Long Wu could. If it had been a Nirvana Realm cultivator or Quasi-Saint Realm expert instead, merely attempting to employ the weapon could have killed them on the spot. Perhaps the very moment they tried to use it, all of their spiritual power would have been sucked dry in an instant, resulting in their demise.

“Puff puff puff…”

The ancient mirror unleashed tremendous power in Long Wu’s hand. Beams of divine light rained down, riddling the Spirit Race members with holes like snowflakes.

At this point, the Spirit Race had been completely massacred! Not a single member of the Spirit Race remained alive on the entire island!

Perhaps there were still some roaming members elsewhere in the East Barrens. But those scattered people posed no threat at all, unable to achieve anything. Having lost the pillar of the Spirit Race, even if they wanted to cling to the Qin family, it was doubtful they would be met with a warm reception.

After all, the Qin family’s ability to stand on equal ground with the Spirit Race before was not only due to their marriage ties. The Spirit Race’s strength had also been an indispensable factor.

Now, with the Spirit Race thoroughly destroyed, they had naturally also lost the qualifications to be equal with the Qin family.

“Master…”

Long Wu descended from the void. She held a few sacred weapons and presented them respectfully to Su Chen, saying, “Long Wu did not disappoint Master’s trust, and has completed the mission! These were weapons belonging to the Spirit Race’s saints. May Master please look them over!”

“Not bad.” Su Chen smiled and praised her efforts. Truthfully, the Spirit Race contained countless treasures and prodigies. During their plundering just now, he, Qin Hao, and the rest had all reaped plentiful rewards.

Yet of everything in the Spirit Race, the most precious would have to be this Saint-King-level weapon and four sacred weapons. These were the true foundations of the Spirit Race. As long as they existed, the Spirit Race’s standing would remain, with none daring to provoke them lightly!

As for the Saint-King-level weapon itself…Su Chen had no interest in claiming it. As powerful as it was, it held little use for him personally. Only in Long Wu’s hands could it display its maximum potential.

On the other hand, these sacred weapons were of extraordinary significance to him. Apart from wielding them himself, he could also turn them over to the Great Mystery Holy Land. However, he still didn’t know if their Supreme Elder had successfully refined his own sacred weapon yet.

There was also the Great Mystery Holy Lord he could grant one to. If his memory served correctly, the Holy Lord’s cultivation had reached the peak stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm. Even if the man’s talent meant he could never break through to become a real saint, Su Chen still had methods to forcefully push him to that level.

After all, Su Chen’s current wealth was not to be looked down upon.

“Master, we should depart now. After this period of time has passed, 1 fear the Qin family’s experts will arrive before long!”

Long Wu looked around and spoke heavily. While she had been disposing of the Spirit Race’s saints, many experts had rushed over from all directions. Most were simply spectators who didn’t dare make a move against a Saint King Realm master.

But if reinforcements from the Qin family arrived, they would be able to crush everyone present. By then, it was uncertain whether or not these onlooking experts would take advantage of the chaos to launch sneak attacks.

In any case, there was absolutely no lack of formidable cultivators among them. Even a few saints had come, simply remaining hidden in the shadows rather than revealing themselves..