Martial God Asura

Chapter 6620: The Spectating Old Friends

The dragon breath was so potent that it could destroy this Upper Realm. The barrier was nowhere strong enough to withstand such prowess. If not for Long Mucheng holding herself back, the shockwaves could have leveled mountains and obliterated countless lives.

Even so, it was still a sight to behold. It shook the hearts of countless cultivators.

“This is too terrifying. Is this what Heavenly Gods are capable of?”

All spectators, regardless of cultivation and age, were shocked and horrified. They feared getting caught in such overwhelming power and dying.

Some regretted coming here to watch the commotion. They turned tail to flee, not wanting to die in vain.

“There’s no need to flee,” a woman with pink pupils remarked.

She spoke with a soft voice that was barely audible compared to the loud din caused by the showdown between the dragon breath and the barrier. It seemed like she was talking to herself, but her words still caught the attention of one person.

That person rode in an exquisite white carriage. It was much larger than normal carriages, and it was driven by three white jade horses that moved realistically.

In the carriage was a young woman who exuded a rare air of purity, making her feel impeccable and sacred. Just like the carriage, she felt more like a work of art.

Her name was Wang Yuxian.

She was the Lady of Dao Sea’s disciple. She was a good friend of Chu Feng, and she was known in the Nine Souls Galaxy as a prodigy.

Unlike those from the Ancestral Martial Galaxy, her eyes were sharp enough to tell that the Dragon Breath Clan was protecting them. They were actually safe, and there was no need to flee.

The woman with pink pupils must have seen through that as well, and that was why she piqued Wang Yuxian’s curiosity.

Upon closer examination, she noticed that the woman with pink pupils was exceptionally beautiful. Her gestures exuded an air of nobility. Normal powers couldn’t nurture someone with such grace.

“Hm?”

Wang Yuxian narrowed her eyes. The woman with pink pupils was looking at her, but that shouldn’t have been possible. This white jade carriage was a gift from Xian Miaomiao, and it harnessed incredible concealment prowess.

Yet, the woman with pink pupils appeared to be looking at her. She looked at Wang Yuxian, but she didn’t speak a word. A moment later, she turned her gaze back to the Dragon Breath Clan.

“Is she from other galaxies?” Wang Yuxian murmured, but she didn’t think too deeply into it and quickly turned her attention back to the Dragon Breath Clan.

Cultivators from other galaxies had begun flooding the Ancestral Martial Galaxy after hearing about the Chu Clan Alliance’s open recruitment. Wang Yuxian had also come after hearing the news. She wanted to join the Chu Clan Alliance.

What Wang Yuxian didn’t know was that the woman with pink pupils was Chu Feng’s acquaintance as well. Her name was Mo Yuhan. Her grandfather and Long Xiaoxiao’s master, Ningyu Shangren, were from the Heavenly Dome Immortal Sect.

For a long time, they had concealed their identities to liaise with Long Lin to overthrow the Totem Dragon Clan.

However, Mo Yuhan’s grandfather died before the rebellion could happen.

Back then, Mo Yuhan’s father was severely injured and needed to assimilate a potent bloodline to be saved. Mo Yuhan’s grandfather noticed Chu Feng’s bloodline and wanted to use him.

But the Ox-nosed Old Daoist was right beside Chu Feng, and there was no way he would tolerate someone going after his disciple. So, he killed Mo Yuhan’s grandfather.

Ningyu Shangren was unaware of the details, but she knew that Mo Yuhan’s grandfather coveted Chu Feng’s bloodline. From that, she speculated that someone powerful was protecting Chu Feng.

On the other hand, Mo Yuhan had no idea how her grandfather died. She left after learning about her grandfather’s death, and she wandered aimlessly like a shell without its soul. But no matter which galaxy she went to, she heard news about Chu Feng.

And the news only got more and more exaggerated.

Mo Yuhan wondered if that famous Chu Feng was the same Chu Feng she knew. It was only when the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion placed Chu Feng on their wanted list and publicized his portrait that she confirmed that they were the same Chu Feng.

Her grandfather’s death had been a huge blow to her. There were times when she had even considered ending her life. However, after hearing Chu Feng’s story, she realized that what she had been through was nothing.

She had been too sheltered.

So, she pulled herself together and began training hard once more. At the same time, she would keep a lookout for Chu Feng’s news and head to where he was.

She was present when Baili Zilin challenged Chu Feng, and she witnessed his flair and metamorphosis. She thought about the time when she first met Chu Feng. They had been at the cultivation level then, but in just a few years, there was now such a huge gap between them.

In truth, it was people like Mo Yuhan and the others who felt more intimidated by the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion.

Even though each galaxy had its own overlord, Mo Yuhan knew that there was only one true overlord in the world of cultivation—the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion. Whenever the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion made a demand, the other overlords had no choice but to lower their heads.

From a young age, Mo Yuhan’s grandfather had instilled a thought in her—the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion was undefeatable, but she mustn’t offend them no matter what.

But when she heard about the Chu Clan Alliance’s consecutive victories against the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion in the Ancestral Martial Galaxy, that belief wavered. She thought that maybe the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion wasn’t as infallible as everyone thought.

Maybe Chu Feng would be the one to topple the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion.

And she was witnessing history in the making.

So, she came here to join the Chu Clan Alliance.

She figured that she had nothing to lose, and if she were going to die eventually, she would rather her death be for something meaningful. If she could deal a blow to the tyrannical Seven Realms Sacred Mansion, her death would be worthwhile.

Boom!

A deafening explosion shook the dragon.

The Dragon Breath Clan’s golden dragon silhouette intensified its dragon breath.

The Seven Realms Sacred Mansion’s barrier was at its limit.