Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 2: Harmonious Whole (2)

The ninth ranked Emperor Giant Clan.

For a clan made of large men and women, it was obvious that their entrance could be grand even if they walked on foot. However, one could have never imagined that their appearance would be so… elegant.

Hundreds of them, with even the shortest being over three meters tall, stood upon a transparent golden platform as they entered the wide field. However, what made it so beautiful were the translucent crystalline wings that flapped every so often.

Everything was so gentle that not even the wind below picked up…

At their helm, a hulking man that could have only been Emperor Angelus stood. To his back, who else could the youths have been led by if not True God Anak?

A fiery light sparked in his eyes as he looked around. There was only one man who made him feel this level of rage, but he had yet to appear.

The eighth ranked Golden Crow Sect.

They rode in upon a golden bird with a wingspan of several hundred meters. If one looked closely, it was possible to see the faint nub of what should have been a third leg near the majestic bird’s mid-section, causing endless shock to those below.

Even though this bird’s bloodline was too weak to form its third leg, the fact it was showing at all was shocking enough!

The Three-Legged Golden Crow was a legendary beast no weaker in fame than the Dragons and Phoenixes! To have any beast that was its descendant was a matter of pride!

The bird’s call shook the skies, announcing the presence of the Golden Crow Sect. Everyone was so shocked that they completely forgot that the youths this Sect had brought were completely unknown… With the death of the God grade genius, just who had they brought?

The seventh ranked Atlas Clan.

Their foundation was much weaker than the clans amidst their rank, but their display was strong, nonetheless.

Led by a True God of the last generation, Emperor Atlas, they rode upon a massive trident, shimmering in gentle sapphire light. This was Emperor Atlas’ main weapon, one that had already made itself famous throughout his lifetime! Its aura could not be looked down upon. historical

Unfortunately, the Atlas Clan only had Emperor Atlas’ son to lead the youths. Though he was an Emperor grade talent, this was too weak compared to the other top nine Clans and Sects.

The sixth ranked Enigmatic Sect.

Maybe fitting for their name, their entrance was the most mysterious. The few hundred of them rode upon what looked to be a river of dark gold, yet none of them fell through or became wet.

At their helm, Sect Master Enigmatic stood with a light smile on his face, giving off an amiable and kind presence. To his back, his son God Malthor stood, his eyes too shifting around with rage much like Anak.

The fifth ranked Hydra Clan.

A roar shook the dome rang outward as a massive eight headed creature appeared. Its scales shimmered with a beautiful royal blue and its scent was a gentle salty sea smell that made one’s heart comfortable.

It was no surprise that the Hydra Clan would ride in upon an elder who had chosen the beast path, but what was surprising was that elder’s cultivation… Peak Dao Realm!

If the Hydra Clan was willing to use such an elder to hitch a ride, just what was the strength of their true powerhouses?!

Who else could their youths be led by if not True God Falkor?

The fourth ranked Pegasus Clan.

They brought no elaborate treasures, much like their usual lowkey demeanors. But, their entrance was no less beautiful than the Emperor Giant Clan.

Gorgeous ethereal white wings spread from their back as they glided through the skies without much expression.

Their youths were led by a young lady with beauty capable of making one’s heart bleed.

Her flowing white dress, her pure heavenly wings, the gentle slope of her pink lips and small nose… This was Princess Pegasus, also known as God Amora. Though she wasn’t a True God… They had yet to see the true limit of her strength.

The third ranked Blade Clans.

A formation of five unique blades took hold of the sky, each controlled by a different patriarch and led by a different youth.

At the center of it all, standing of a blade combined of a long and short sword, was True God Diasho!

The second ranked Drago Qilin Lands.

Much like the Pegasus Clan, they hardly cared for their appearance. They were disorderly, some flew alone, others flew in groups, but somehow, an ancient aura that made it difficult for others to breathe shrouded them all!

How could their display not make one’s heart tremble? Because at their helm, while other lands only had one True God, they were led by five!

True God Damaris Agios. True God Drathal Aurum. True God Rahl Lux. True God Kere Nativus. And the long disappeared True God Titus!

Like this, the first ranked Star Clan welcomed them all. As the host why would they need to make such grand displays? Everyone already knew their strength!

But as expected, there was one territory missing. And judging b y the massive aura approaching from the distance and the roar that suddenly shook the skies, the Sacharro Clan was now here!