Martial Master phenomenons were the strongest means avable to Martial Masters and they wouldn''t be able to reuse it within a short period of time upon release.


    In other words, if someone activated their Martial Master phenomenon during an intense battle, it meant that they were determined to go for the kill!


    While Cadmus Wujia was displeased with Tada Feng, he retained his sanity.


    The Vermilion Fruit had not ripened yet. If both of them were to reveal all their trump cards and release their Martial Master phenomenons here, it would only result in an internecine oue and allow outsiders to gain the advantage.


    Taban Feng''s Martial Master phenomenon had not formed fully and in reality, he was hesitant internally as well.


    But when he sensed the gazes from the surroundings, Taban Feng was pumped and dered coldly, "F*ck that! I''ll kill you today!"


    "The both of you, cut it out!"


    Suddenly, a cold and charming voice sounded.


    *Bang!* *Boom!* *Boom!*


    A series of ancient chariots arrived with a formidable aura, causing the clouds to disperse and the firmaments to quake!


    These ancient chariots were only avable for the gentry aristocratic families.


    It was the arrival of yet another major martial n!


    The war g on the chariots disyed a striking word – Murong.


    A woman stood on the chariot at the front, wearing blue pce robes with a tall, slim, and voluptuous figure.


    Although she did not have makeup on, she possessed wless fairy-like features with an arrogance that was unique to the gentry ns.


    The person who spoke earlier on was this woman.


    When he saw the woman, Cadmus Wujia yelled hurriedly, "Murong Wolt, you''vee at the right time! Help me control this madman!"


    "Hmph, none of you shall control my actions today!"


    Although that was what Taban Feng said, it was clear that his tone had softened.


    "Our four gentry ns are rted through history. We can spar, but there''s no need to get into a life-and-death bout…"


    Murong Woltmented indifferently, "Besides, the Vermilion Fruit isn''t ripe yet. What''s the point of you guys fighting? To let outsidersugh at us?"


    Sweeping his gaze towards the martial artists watching from the surroundings, Tada Feng hollered with cold killing intent in his eyes, "Who would dare tough at me? All of you, scram further!"


    The many martial artists were shocked and retreated hurriedly.


    Muron D''ohr and M Deisho seized the chaotic moment to escape outside as well.


    The ruins were way too scary.


    This battle was merely a scene that was replicating simr battles in other parts of the Great Forbidden Ruins!


    Before they even caught sight of the Vermilion Fruit, people were fighting till rivers of blood were formed!


    Once the Vermilion Fruit truly appeared, what sort of a blood storm would that be?


    The group retreated, leaving a single person walking forward silently in a striking manner.


    Instantly, everyone''s gazes focused on that person.


    That person wore ck robes and had ck hair. Expressionless and stiff, there were no emotions in his eyes as he walked towards the depths of the Great Forbidden Ruins holding a long sword in his pale left hand.


    "Who is that? How dare he ignore the threat of Taban Feng?"


    "I think his brains must be dead. It''s easy to tell that he''s an idiot with a paralyzed face."


    "He truly doesn''t know what''s good for him. How dare he challenge the three gentry ns alone!"


    Many martial artists nearby discussed in hushed voices with mocking expressions.


    The person did not move quickly. To be precise,pared to the speed of martial artists, he was extremely slow.


    The ck-robed sword martial artist walked slowly towards the depths of the ruins like a mortal, ignoring the many chariots of the three gentry ns in the air and the strong martial artists.


    One step after another…


    The martial artists of the three gentry ns seemed to have frozen in midair andplete silence ensued as none of them moved.


    After the arrival of the ck-robed swordsman, even the unbearable Taban Feng with his torrential ferocity earlier on quietened down; a hint of wariness could be seen from the depths of his eyes.


    The scene that everyone expected did not happen.


    On the contrary, the ck-robed swordsman continued walking beneath the three gentry ns in an unhurried manner, step by step just like that under countless gazes.


    That was not a distance that was considered far for martial artists.


    Be it with movement techniques or riding on their swords, it would merely take slightly more than a hundred breaths.


    However, that ck-robed swordsman walked for a whole 15 minutes!


    The stranger thing was that nobody stopped him or even spoke throughout the entire time.


    It was as though everyone''s throats were choked!


    Murong Wolt frowned slightly and there was an odd look in the way she watched the ck-robed swordsman. It seemed like pity, admiration, and even worry – it was conflicted andplicated.


    The ck-robed swordsman seemed indifferent towards everyone''s fiery gazes.


    His gaze was a little lost, seemingly unable to find a focal point. Walking forward step by step unhurriedly, he maintained his speed and slowly disappeared from everyone''s line of sight.


    "Who was that man?"


    The martial artists watching were no fools and gradually returned to their senses.


    "There''s still one more gentry n. There''s a high chance that he is the paragon of the Dughur n!"


    "Now that you mention it, I seem to recall that there''s a frightening Martial Master sword martial artist of the Dughur n known as Dughur Jian. He lives for the de."


    "I''ve also heard about him before. It''s said that he keeps to himself and has no kin or friends. For the past dozens of years, he is only apanied by his ck sword and has truly reached the realm of requiring nothing but his sword."


    When she heard the discussions nearby, M Deisho whispered, "Muron, seems like the Dughur n has given up on the fight for the Vermilion Fruit. Otherwise, they wouldn''t have sent him here alone."


    "Not necessarily,"


    Muron D''ohr shook his head. "Apart from people like us that have given up on fighting for the Vermilion Fruit and are just here to take advantage of the chaos, there''s another possibility why some of them are here alone or in pairs."


    "Why?" M Deisho asked.


    "That man is so scary that he doesn''t even need the help of others!"


    In mid-air, Taban Feng had already retracted his Martial Master phenomenon when the ck-robed swordsman appeared.


    After the ck-robed swordsman was gone, he heaved a sigh of relief andughed. "Here I was thinking why there was no one from the Dughur n with our three ns here. So, they sent that man with the paralyzed face."


    The ck-robed swordsman was expressionless the entire time and Taban Feng was naturally only mocking him with the ''paralyzed face'' term.


    Not far away, a martial artist could not help but chuckle. "Paralyzed face. Hehe, how befitting."


    "Hmm?"


    Murong Wolt''s expression darkened and she turned slightly.


    Without a single word, she waved her sleeves and a streak of light appeared instantly, shooting into that martial artist''s be before vanishing.


    There was a thud.


    That person''s head exploded and he fell to the ground, dead with his blood and brain juices sttering everywhere!


    The crowd fell into an uproar.


    The martial artists nearby were frightfully pale and retreated instinctively, looking up into the skies with a sense of trepidation at that murderous peerless woman on the ancient chariot.


    With a cold face, Murong Wolt said slowly, "Do you think the likes of you can make fun of anyone from the four gentry ns?"


    No one replied.


    Taban Feng, Cadmus Wujia, and Murong Wolt stood in midair with a bedazzling aura, resembling gods that were looking down at puny mortals with judgmental gazes!


    Who would dare reply under such pressure?


    Turning around, Murong Wolt red at Taban Feng and remarked coldly, "Taban Feng, don''t say that I didn''t warn you, but you had better watch your mouth. Trouble stems from the mouth!"


    "Ha!"


    Taban Feng regained his arrogance after the departure of the ck-robed swordsman and roared intoughter. "It''s none of your business! I can say whatever I like!"


    "Alright!"


    With a frosty stare, Murong Wolt said, "Since you''re so daring, go chase after Dughur and repeat your words!"


    Taban Feng''s expression darkened and he harrumphed without retorting.


    Heaving a deep breath, Murong Woltposed herself and said indifferently, "Don''t me me for not reminding you guys, but there''s news that the legacy disciples of the Ten Upper Sects of the North Region areing."


    When they heard that, Taban Feng and Cadmus Wujia knitted their brows.


    "It''s not going to be so simple to pluck the Vermilion Fruit and im dominance over the Martial Master realm in the North Region! Even sessors of the ancient aristocratic families of the North Region might appear!"


    With that said, Murong Wolt waved her hand and led the dozens of chariots behind her to speed into the Great Forbidden Ruins.


    Taban Feng and Cadmus Wujia calmed down as well and left respectively, giving up on their fight with a tacit understanding.


    In the blink of an eye, peace returned to the skies at the boundaries of the ruins.


    "Heh! With so many talents aiming for the same goal, even the paragons of the four gentry ns may not be able to get the Vermilion Fruit."


    "That''s right. Haven''t you heard that the legacy disciples of the Ten Upper Sects are rushing over too? There''s definitely going to be a great war between the paragons at that time!"


    "Seems like that Vermilion Fruit is not only a universal treasure, there''s an even deeper meaning to it. Whoever gains the Vermilion Fruit is sure to be the number one Martial Master of the North Region!"