The Last Primal

Each of the Martial Masters wore heavy armor and bore cold expressions.

They were in an orderly formation and were clearly disciplined.

Mala Deisho frowned slightly and whispered, "That seems to be the army of the Drothak Dynasty."

"Yes."

Muron D'ohr nodded. "Someone leaked the news that the other three dynasties made their move as well. To think that the Drothak Dynasty would send this many people."

"Their leader seems to be the Martial Master genius of the Drothak Dynasty, Dohur Vankhot."

"It's him!"

Muron D'ohr had a stern expression. "By the looks of it, the Drothak Dynasty seems to want to fight badly for the Vermilion Fruit."

Arriving before the Great Forbidden Ruins, Dohur Vankhot paused for a moment and waved his arm, leading the Martial Masters behind him to charge into the ruins.

*Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!*

All of a sudden!

A shuddering sound could be heard from the distant horizons, rumbling like thunder as though a massive army was arriving.

Before long, dozens of ancient war chariots appeared, pulled by divine steeds prancing in the air. The chariots charged over with an endless killing intent!

War flags flew everywhere, fluttering loudly.

There were around three people on each chariot, all wearing battle armor and emitting a steely aura with sharp gazes.

The arrival of the dozens of ancient chariots was majestic and instantly attracted countless gazes. The martial artists nearby the ruins could vaguely feel their hearts thumping.

Two gigantic words were written on the war flags – Tabann!

"They're from the Tabann clan!"

Muron D'ohr's heart skipped a beat.

Apart from the four dynasties, there were four gentry clans in the North Region – the Murong, Cadmus, Dugu, and Taban clans.

These four gentry clans existed at the establishment of the Great Forbidden Ruins and had a long lineage.

When the capital was destroyed overnight 10,000 years ago, leading to the split of the Great Forbidden Ruins, the four gentry clans left the control of the Great Forbidden Ruins one after another as well.

The four gentry clans were cultivation clans with immense strength and deep foundations that even surpassed Great Zhou and the other three dynasties!

"To think that even Martial Masters of the Taban would be here!"

"I heard that paragons of the four gentry clans have arrived, wanting to claim the Vermilion Fruit and reign over the North Region!"

"Their leader seems to be the peerless genius of the Taban clan, Taban Feng. With a nasty temper and a cruel character, he loves to fight!"

There were other martial artists hiding nearby Muron D'ohr and Mala Deisho, discussing in hushed whispers.

Among the dozens of chariots, only one of them led by the front. Pulled by five extremely long divine steeds, the sounds of their neighs were shuddering.

A single person stood on the chariot with a mighty figure and a haughty aura, letting off a feeling of savageness!

When Dohur Vankhot of the Drothak Dynasty caught sight of that person, his expression changed and he took a breath of air before revealing a faint smile, cupping his fists. "It's you, Brother Taban. I've long heard of your great name."

This was a common pleasantry between martial artists but it attracted stifled laughter from the Taban clansmen.

Taban Feng swept his gaze over and hollered, "Where did this ant come from? How dare you call me on equal terms!"

His words showed no respect for Dohur Vankhot at all.

Dohur Vankhot was also a top-tier expert of the Martial Master realm and had never endured such ridicule before. Instantly, his expression darkened.

Upon seeing that, Taban Feng sneered, "Good, good! How dare you give me such an attitude! Don't leave then! All of you shall stay here!"

"Kill!"

Slapping his storage bag, Taban Feng retrieved an extremely domineering halberd. Waving his arm with a holler, he whipped the ropes and his chariot charged over!

The Taban clansmen behind him followed his orders and dozens of chariots moved at the same time.

The war drums echoed deafeningly.

The aura was so immense that it seemed like it could crush everything!

"Prepare for battle!"

Dohur Vankhot's expression changed.

He had not expected that a single statement from him would cause a huge battle to break out!

*Boom!*

The dozens of chariots charged into the Great You army murderously, tearing apart the Martial Master army that had more than a thousand people.

That single charge caused nearly a hundred Martial Masters to be trampled into meat sludge by the chariots!

At the front, Taban Feng was even more terrifying, standing at the front of the chariot waving his halberd with frightening strength – none of the Martial Masters could survive a single round against him.

Everywhere the chariots passed, a trail of blood would appear!

One after another, figures fell from the skies helplessly.

It was too tragic!

In the ruins, the lives of Martial Masters were akin to grass.

In less than 15 minutes, that orderly Martial Master army of the Drothak Dynasty was trampled by the dozens of chariots from the Taban clan and more than half were injured or dead!

Corpses were strewn everywhere and tragic cries howled.

The Great You army had broken apart completely and the remaining martial artists fled far away without turning back.

The Martial Master genius of the Drothak Dynasty, Dohur Vankhot, was defeated by Taban Feng within three blows. Slicing Dohur Vankhot's head off with his halberd, Taban Feng held the head in his hand.

With a torrential aura, he stomped on Dohur Vankhot's corpse and smacked his lips, sneering, "What dogsh*t genius is this? There are no lack of geniuses in this generation!"

Muron D'ohr and Mala Deisho were horrified when they witnessed the scene and shivered uncontrollably.

The two of them witnessed Dohur Vankhot releasing his Martial Master phenomenon to try and flee. However, it was destroyed with a single slash of Taban Feng's halberd and his head was severed!

Without even using his Martial Master phenomenon, Taban Feng killed Dohur Vankhot while destroying the Great You army.

He tossed the bloodied head of Dohur Vankhot casually on the ground and scoffed coldly. "You're not even fit to ride on my chariot with your strength!"

Narrowing his gaze, Muron D'ohr could vaguely see dozens of heads scattered on Taban Feng's chariots. Most of them were dried and only a few were stained with fresh blood.

"I heard that Taban Feng loves to murder geniuses. Each time he murders a genius, he would sever the latter's head and place it on his chariot."

"I've heard that he claimed brazenly he was going to slaughter all paragons of Tianhuang Mainland and fill his chariot."

A hushed whisper sounded from the grass nearby.

Muron D'ohr and Mala Deisho exchanged glances – both of them could see the shock in the other's eyes.

There were dozens of chariots from the Taban clan arriving for this expedition. At the most, they had less than a hundred people. However, they were able to destroy an army with more than a thousand Martial Masters.

The strength of the Taban clan was clear.

*Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!*

Not far away, another group of ancient chariots charged over with war flags raised, etched with the word "Cadmus".

Another of the gentry clans, the Cadmus clan, had arrived!

"Humph!"

The leader of the Cadmus clan was scrawnier like a bamboo pole and sneered, "Taban, those are merely ants with mediocre strength. What's there to flaunt about?"

"Cadmus Wujia!"

Taban Feng turned the chariot and whipped his rope with a raring battle intent in his eyes, hollering, "You've come at the right time! Killing those ants wasn't enjoyable at all! I've still kept a spot on my chariot for your head!"

Without a second word, Taban Feng led his chariot and charged towards Cadmus Wujia.

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

Cadmus Wujia was clearly unafraid and retrieved a golden three-pronged spear from his storage bag. It looked extremely heavy and unbefitting with his scrawny size.

"Kill!"

The two of them soared into the air at the same time and bellowed.

The halberd and golden three-pronged spear collided fiercely, releasing a shuddering shock wave in midair.

A burst of light shot forth, blazing like the sun with a blinding radiance!

There were more martial artists gathering in the vicinity and alarmed yells could be heard from the crowd.

Muron D'ohr was a body-tempered martial artist with immense strength. He wielded a gigantic hammer and was unstoppable.

However, compared to the two paragons before him, Muron D'ohr felt that he was way too weak!

"This is a true paragon!"

Muron D'ohr could not help but shake his head and lament, "Either of them could kill me in less than three moves!"

Deafening sounds could be heard as the paragons of the two gentry clans, Taban Feng and Cadmus Wujia, fought in midair and it was hard to determine the victor.

The voids would quake with every single clash!

As the attacks continued, Taban Feng got increasingly serious and the ferocity in his eyes shimmered. Circulating his Martial Master furiously, a terrifying aura spread out from around him!

It was a Martial Master phenomenon!

Cadmus Wujia's pupils constricted rapidly and he withdrew right away, hollering, "Taban Feng, you're insane! How dare you try and use a Martial Master phenomenon!"

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