The Legend of Futian

Chapter 2781 One Step too Slow

"Everyone, retreat!" A voice filled the atrium. No one could resist, so everyone began to do so.

Clearly, the strong cultivators had realized that these people had come for blood, and they could not be stopped at all. This group of strong cultivators was frighteningly powerful. Anyone who wanted to stop them would be like trying to stop a mountain with a stick. They could not even take one hit, so they could only retreat. It would be enough if they could live on.

At the same time as that voice, a divine sword appeared in the distance. It carried the Supreme Sword Will and transformed into various boundless and huge swords, coming down at the strong cultivators who had come to kill.

There were strings of thunderous noises. The huge swords contained supreme might. The Supreme Swordlord's figure appeared outside the Ye Imperial Palace, coming out with a group of strong cultivators. They all had very uncomfortable expressions. They stared at the incoming strong cultivators in the distance, advancing with destruction.

They saw countless beams of golden divine light sweeping through the void. They transformed into a golden divine sword. The sword did not contain any sword intent. It was only indestructible Divine Power, but it had transformed into a sword to kill and then formed attacks. It was not a swordsman. But in that instant, all the divine swords were swept away and destroyed. The golden divine sword disintegrated the sword of the Supreme Swordlord, making the Supreme Swordlord's expression turn ugly. He stared at the group of advancing strong cultivators.

They had become too strong. Emperor's might radiated subtly from their bodies, and Divine Power flowed around them. They were unstoppable as they tried to destroy the Ye Imperial Palace.

The number of strong cultivators who had come out after the Supreme Swordlord also had very uncomfortable expressions. They all saw that the Supreme Swordlord could not stop them either. If this group attacked, they would probably not prevent them.

"Retreat. Go in." The Supreme Swordlord saw the cold stares shoot over across the sky and instantly made the decision. He ordered the retreat, making everyone return to the Ye Imperial Palace. Being outside was suicide. They were not the group's match and would only be massacred. This was meaningless death.

The strong cultivators who had come out all followed the order to retreat and returned to the Ye Imperial Palace.

Seeing them disappear, the cultivators in the distance did not mind either. Their eyes held some mockery as if staring at their prey.

They had already reached this place, and those people still wanted to escape?

They must all die!

None of the strong cultivators of the Ziwei Imperial Palace should think of surviving. They would all be massacred, and the Ziwei Imperial Palace would be wiped out.

The group of strong cultivators continued forward. In the sweep of an arm, who knew how many people lost their lives. They killed mindlessly, and everywhere they passed was turned to dust. It was as if people's lives were just like weeds to them and the cultivators were like ants.

This also made everyone feel despair. When faced with absolute power, they were indeed like ants. They did not even have the qualifications to resist. They could only watch as the reaper descended, and then they would disappear from the world.

Plus, the Supreme Swordlord had come out and then retreated. Even they could not stop these people's bloodshed. The core figures of the Ziwei Segmentum were gathered within the Ye Imperial Palace.

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Right now, the entire Ye Imperial Palace was shaken. The Supreme Swordlord's roar had woken all the cultivators with shock. Then they learned what had happened in the outside world. Strong enemies had come to invade the Ye Imperial Palace.

Various figures shot into the sky. Strong auras of the Great Path radiated out, and their eyes were frigid. People had actually come to kill. No one had broken in since the Ye Imperial Palace had been constructed.

This was the first time, but just this once put them against a huge catastrophe.

Ye Futian was cultivating in isolation, but such a great matter naturally shocked him awake at once. A frightening Will of the Great Path spread out in the sky above the Ye Imperial Palace. An illusory figure appeared in the sky.

"The Vajra Region, Haotian Clan, Jiang Clan, and other Ancient God Clans of the Divine Prefecture have allied and attacked us," the Supreme Swordlord announced. His voice spread across the entire Ye Imperial Palace, resonating through this land. "They have committed massacres in the Outer Realms and are almost here."

In cultivation, Ye Futian opened his eyes. His figure flashed, and he appeared in the sky, combining with the illusory figure. His expression did not look good.

The Ancient God Clans had always been a danger. After the Great Emperor Intent of the Ancient God Clans was awoken, they became extremely threatening. They had always been trying to cultivate faster than the others and get rid of the other.

Before this, the Ancient God Clans had kept a low cover and never attacked him.

But today, they had attacked together and were committing so much bloodshed. Ye Futian understood that the other side seemed to be very confident. Then, it was very likely they had taken a critical step and had experienced a transformation. That was why they dared to attack the Ye Imperial Palace so crazily.

What step had they cultivated to?

Boom…

Following a considerable boom, the group of strong cultivators burst into the Ye Imperial Palace. It was indeed the alliance of the few Ancient God Clans of the Divine Prefecture in the past. This allied force had wanted to destroy them more than once. They had attacked the Ziwei Segmentum countless times before, but they all paid heavy prices. Tianyan City had especially been destroyed, the will of the Tianyan the Great had been wiped out, and the divine weapons had been taken.

But the heritages of the other Ancient God Clans were still there, and they always hid their strongest trump card. They had fought before, but they had never been confident in destroying the other and had always been waiting

Now, they seemed one step faster than him and had come here to attack directly.

A storm of the Great Path flowed in the atrium. Ye Futian's illusory figure seemed to appear in the sky. He stared at the incoming strong cultivators. The lord of the Vajra Realm and countless other top cultivators also looked up into the sky. Their eyes were like divine eyes, containing extremely sharp intents, along with a hint of disdainful air. They were like high and mighty gods who did not care for anything here and were extremely scornful.

Seeing those eyes, Ye Futian knew that these ancient figures probably had done what Tianyan the Great had done back then. They had controlled the physical bodies that they'd borrowed, step by step.

Back then, Tianyan the Great had possessed Wang Xiao's body and finally became one with him. Wang Xiao had disappeared, and Tianyan the Great had been reborn.

Now, the few rulers of the Ancient God Clans had probably become the shells of the Great Emperors.

"Ye Futian!" the Vajra Realm's lord yelled. His eyes had turned golden and were extremely sharp. Divine Power seemed to flow in his eyes, and he stared scornfully at Ye Futian's body. "It seems that in the end, you are still a bit slow," he said. "After today, this star figure who had risen from the Original Realm will be eradicated from the world."

Slow?

Ye Futian could feel that gust of Divine Power and could feel the strong confidence in the other's eyes. The Great Emperor had been revived and attacked the Ye Imperial Palace to take his life.

Several other Great Emperors had come at the same time too. They thought highly of him.

"You all were Great Emperors before too. How can you massacre the innocent?" Ye Futian asked coldly. They were Great Emperors but massacring wildly.

How could people of the Outer Realms resist the killing of a former Great Emperor?

"They are nothing but ants. In that era, not even one of ten cultivators could survive. This is nothing," they said coldly. They did not care for the people's lives at all. To them, the masses were like ants.