After dealing with the Hall of Gods’ elite fighters, Arion disappeared in a blur. When he reappeared, he was hovering above the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit.
The scene at the entrance to the forbidden ground was one of utter carnage. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, and rivers of blood flowed freely. All members of the Hall of Gods, including Hank, lay motionless on the ground.
Dustin and Willard, both covered in blood and exuding killing intent, had fought fiercely. After a long, grueling fight, they succeeded in defending the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit. They had thwarted the Hall of Gods’ plan to destroy the Dracan force.
At that instant, Dustin seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up. Through the mist and darkness, he pinpointed Arion’s figure hovering above. Arion smiled faintly and nodded at Dustin before disappearing again.
Crossing several mountains in mere seconds, Arion arrived above the Sacred Wrym Summit’s grand hall. Below, the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit were still locked in fierce combat against the elite fighters of the Hall of Gods.
Despite their overwhelming numbers, the Hall of Gods had yet to breach their defenses. Kaden, the newly appointed sage, held the fort, while Oron led a charge alongside several other elite martial artists.
After observing for a brief moment, Arion quickly formed a hand seal and pointed downward.
A massive enchantment circle materialized, spanning over half a mile and covering the entire hall. It spun and pressed down with relentless force, crashing into the enemies below like a mountain falling from the sky.
The elite fighters of the Hall of Gods collapsed one after another. They writhed on the ground and were unable to move.
With a single strike, Arion took down nearly 90% of the enemy forces. The remaining survivors were swiftly overwhelmed by a counterattack from the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit.
Before Arion stepped in, the battle had been intense, with neither side gaining the upper hand. But once he took action, it was over in an instant.
To Arion, the Hall of Gods’ carefully laid plan seemed like nothing more than a joke. In the face of overwhelming power, every scheme was bound to fail.
After neutralizing all the invaders, Arion vanished without a trace. Yet, many Dragonmarsh martial artists witnessed his incredible power.
Not far from Sacred Wrym Summit, three notable figures had gathered in a rare meeting inside a tavern-Alloy of the Celestial Alliance, Cyrus of the Sword Union, and Penelope of the Mystic Arts Order.
They had heard whispers of the Hall of Gods’ planned invasion. Instead of leaving, they chose to stay hidden nearby to witness the unfolding spectacle.
The Hall of Gods had assembled the top fighters from across the globe and were determined to succeed. They assumed that even if these fighters couldn’t kill Arion, they could at least injure him or force him to fight at full strength.
The reality, however, was not as they had imagined.
Throughout the battle, Arion treated them like a cat toying with a mouse.
His Papercraft Clone alone was enough to devastate the Hall of Gods’ elite fighters. When he finally took matters into his own hands, the battle turned into an overwhelming one-sided massacre.
Alloy, Cyrus, and Penelope’s emotions swirled as they processed what they had just witnessed. Arion’s strength was far beyond anything they had imagined.
After a long pause, Aloy let out a soft sigh. “I wasn’t sure before, but now it’s clear-Arion really has reached the legendary realm.”
The terrestrial immortal was the highest realm one could aspire for, but it was unreachable-something that they could only dream of achieving.
Over thousands of years, countless experts on the Legendary List had aspired to reach this level, yet only five had ever succeeded. Their existence was recorded only in historical texts, with no living witnesses to confirm it.
But Arion was different. He was real, and the battle earlier had proven it.
“A terrestrial immortal…” Cyrus muttered, and his face clouded with despair. “It’s clear that ordinary people like us are no match for that.”
He used to be arrogant and even challenged Arion. Though he lost, he hadn’t gained much insight from the experience.
But now, after witnessing Arion’s overwhelming strength firsthand, he realized the gap between them was as vast as a drop of water in the ocean. It finally dawned on him that only a terrestrial immortal could easily crush an ultimate grandmaster.
“Today’s events taught us one thing- never cross Sacred Wrym Summit. Just that old beast alone could wipe out our entire guild,” Penelope said, shaking her head.
What they expected to be a grand spectacle, turned into a one-sided massacre. After this, it was unlikely the Hall of Gods would dare provoke Sacred Wrym Summit for at least a century.
Of course, whether Arion would leave Sacred Wrym Summit to hunt the Hall of Gods abroad was another matter. That would depend entirely on his mood. If he decided to act, it would be only a matter of time before the Hall of Gods was wiped off the map.
The night deepened, and the Dragonmarsh’s governmental organization arrived at the scene with its military forces, only to find devastation everywhere. The members of the Hall of Gods were either dead or gravely injured, and the few survivors were taken into custody.
Sacred Wrym Summit, not wanting to deal with the aftermath, handed all the prisoners over to the military forces.
While the conspiracy had targeted Sacred Wrym Summit, from an official standpoint, it was treated as a conflict between nations. The authorities saw it as an opportunity to negotiate better terms for the country.
This time, the Hall of Gods suffered a crushing defeat. They lost their forces and reputation.
