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Just as the Holy Lord was lost in thought and guessing, streaks of divine radiance suddenly appeared above his head, swaying with endless brilliance as they broke through the firmament. It was as if countless meteors were raining down, making people’s heads spin and eyes blur. Each ray of divine light carried immense power – the weakest were at least of the Quasi-Saint Realm, and some even exuded an aura so terrifying that it made his heart skip a beat.

“Saint Realm powerhouses!” The Holy Lord’s expression shifted as he cried out.

He gazed in the direction the lights were headed, and silently affirmed his guess in his heart. All these people were rushing towards the Spirit Race at the same time. If nothing unexpected had happened, the Spirit Race must have truly encountered an enormous calamity!

What was more, even Saint Realm powerhouses had stepped in. One must know that the appearance of a saint was usually an occasion of great pomp and grandeur. Yet now, regardless of whether they were at the Quasi-Saint Realm or the Saint Realm, none had utilized flying spiritual treasures or Dao weapons. They were hastening on their own, wanting only to reach the Spirit Race with utmost haste.

This made it patently obvious. The Spirit Race must be facing a life-or-death crisis.

“Could someone really be trying to destroy the Spirit Race? Do they not fear the Qin family? The Qin family has a quasi-emperor guarding them!” The Holy Lord’s heart skipped a beat as the thoughts flashed through his mind. After long consideration, he too joined the stream of experts rushing towards the Spirit Race. The downfall of such a top power was certain to attract the attention of many factions in the East Barrens. Especially for an influential clan like the Spirit Race.

Now, everyone was burning with curiosity to know just what had happened near the Spirit Race. Even he was no exception. More than the final fate of the Spirit Race, what he wanted to know most was which faction would dare to make a move on the Spirit Race at this time.

After all, the Spirit Race was a mammoth power! Their foundations ran deep. If they weathered this tribulation, the faction that attacked them would likely suffer the joint retaliation of the Qin family and the Spirit Race!

The great battle outside the Spirit Race had already reached a fever pitch. Three saints of the Spirit Race had fallen. Only one peak-stage Saint Realm powerhouse Realm master still stubbornly held on. But now, even he teetered at the brink of destruction. In less than fifteen minutes, or just a few more breaths, he too would perish here.

Boom!

The Spirit Race’s saint erupted with divine light, throwing a punch that sent terrifying power spreading across the sky, annihilating all directions. Even an island in the distance exploded from the force.

But to Long Wu, this strike was completely useless. Her clothes fluttering, her divine might towered over the world. With a slight stretch of her fair hand, she summoned the True Dragon Divine Technique. A phantom of a real true dragon slammed into her opponent’s body.

Bang!

A deafening explosion rang out. Half of the Spirit Race’s saint’s body was pulverized in an instant.

“You, you are from the True Dragon Clan!” The peak-stage Saint Realm powerhouse howled furiously at the heavens.

“Why attack my Spirit Race? Do you not fear the human experts taking vengeance on your True Dragon Clan?”

He roared and shot into the sky, his whole body steeped in a terrifying killing intent. White hair dancing about his shoulders, his vital blood essence coagulated into a vast ocean churning around him. The aura was frightful to behold.

Yet compared to the beginning, there was still too great a disparity. He was but in the peak stage of the Saint Realm, still a whole realm away from the Saint King Realm. But this gap was like a heavenly moat, nigh-insurmountable.

The four Saint Realm powerhouses united could somewhat impede Long Wu. But that was the extent of it, a mere hindrance. If Long Wu’s strength ascended to another level, she wouldn’t even need to expend much effort to deal with the four saints together. Even if the Spirit Race possessed Saint-King-level divine weapons, they would be of no avail.

“Heh…”

Long Wu uttered a cold laugh, a hint of killing intent emerging on her peerless visage.

“From the moment you plotted against my master, your Spirit Race was fated to be destroyed!”

Her words were indifferent as they rang out. Then, following her voice, she formed seals with her hands as the phantom of a massive true dragon appeared at her back, blotting out the firmament.

It scattered ten thousand rays of divine light, giving people an ineffable sense of oppression. The true dragon before them seemed vividly lifelike as it roared to the heavens.

“Roar!”

The deafening roar of the true dragon shattered mountains and rivers, gathering into a beam of light shooting across the horizon with unbelievable speed.

In an instant, it had traversed ten thousand miles to assassinate its target. The sky collapsed and the earth quaked.

Battered and injured, the Spirit Race’s saint was sent flying amidst the destruction. Suspended in midair, his body began to fracture inch by inch, before finally bursting apart into a hazy mist of blood.

The blood of a saint rained down in a gruesome spectacle, one that happened to be witnessed by the many experts hurrying over. They froze in disbelief, rooted dumbly to the spot as if unable to accept the reality before their eyes.

“Gulp…” Someone swallowed hard, then spoke in a dazed voice full of disbelief, “This…how is this possible? My eyes must be deceiving me! A Spirit Race’s saint, easily destroyed just like that? This must be an illusion!”

“If nothing unexpected happened, then everything we saw is the truth!!” A Holy Lord stiffly turned his head to gaze upon the distant Spirit Race island, voice hoarse as he spoke. “I’m afraid…from today onwards, the East Barrens will no longer have a Spirit Race!”

The inhabitants of the Spirit Race island were all members of the Spirit Race. Even ordinary mortals carried the bloodline of the Spirit Race. Now, with the island collapsed, it was equivalent to the entire Spirit Race being ripped from the roots.

If this news spread, it would surely leave countless people sleepless with dread. Even a power as mighty as the Spirit Race could be eliminated in such a short time. If it was them, with only one or two saints guarding their sects, they probably could not withstand a single incense stick’s worth of time.

In the brief period from when they first sensed the disturbance until now, the Spirit Race, which had shaken the entire East Barrens, was annihilated just like that.

The Spirit Race was no small faction or minor sect! With saints guarding them, and ancestors who had once reached the Saint King Realm, they were an enormous power. Yet now, they were destroyed just like that…who would believe it if word got out?

“Fellow Daoists, can you discern the origin of the attacker from the aura?”

“Based on the aura of the cultivation method, it doesn’t seem to be a human. To eliminate so many Spirit Race experts in such a short time, their strength must be at the Great Saint Realm, or perhaps even… The Saint King Realm!” a Quasi-Saint Realm expert said gravely.

“If I’m not mistaken, the assailant should be from the True Dragon Clan!” Another Quasi-Saint spoke up at this time, his voice low and ominous..