Blood rained down like a storm. The sight might have seemed common enough, but in this moment it sent chills through everyone present. After all, the dead were none other than the elites of the Four Great Emperor Clans — every single one of them a Half Emperor.
Though Half Emperors were far more numerous than Martial Emperors, they were still not a realm just anyone could reach. And now, nearly a thousand of them had perished in the blink of an eye. How could anyone not be shocked?
The younger generation in particular was thoroughly terrified. They had witnessed firsthand what it meant to regard human life as nothing but grass beneath one's feet, what it truly meant to kill without batting an eye.
"Snow Hair, you're courting death."
Watching his clansmen fall, Elder Nangong flew into a towering rage. His enormous sleeves swept outward, sending wave after wave of martial power surging toward Snow Hair like rolling tides.
Yet Snow Hair didn't even bother to dodge. He simply stood there, allowing the attacks to bombard his body repeatedly — completely unscathed. Not a hair on his head was harmed, and his robes hadn't so much as torn.
"That kind of attack isn't even fit to tickle me," Snow Hair sneered contemptuously. Then he raised his hand and grabbed at the air, sending an invisible force hurtling toward Elder Nangong.
"Emperor Dragon Seal!!!"
Though the attack was invisible, Elder Nangong's face twisted with alarm. He didn't dare dodge rashly, and could only produce the boxy Emperor Dragon Seal to defend himself.
ROAR—
The moment the Emperor Dragon Seal appeared, it blazed with golden light and let out a dragon's roar. Before Elder Nangong's eyes, a colossal dragon several hundred meters long materialized, coiling protectively around him.
The sight of that dragon drew solemn reverence from the onlookers. They felt that beneath its protection, Elder Nangong was absolutely safe — nothing in existence could shake that dragon.
CLANG—
But in the very next instant, the dragon's body shuddered, and the surrounding space shattered into fragments.
"How is this possible? They're both Fourth Order Martial Emperors — how can Snow Hair's combat strength be this overwhelming?"
Though the Emperor Dragon Seal had managed to block Snow Hair's attack, Elder Nangong and the other three Supreme Elders all wore deep frowns. Had Elder Nangong not used the Emperor Dragon Seal — a true Emperor Armament — he likely would have been unable to withstand that strike from Snow Hair. But Snow Hair was, after all, the same Fourth Order Martial Emperor as the four of them.
"Oh my, so that's the Emperor Dragon Seal," Snow Hair remarked with a faint smile.
"The Emperor Dragon Seal — that's the Emperor Armament? The ancestral treasure of the Four Clans? No wonder… no wonder it carries such power." At his words, all eyes turned to the Emperor Dragon Seal in Elder Nangong's hand.
It was said that Emperor Armaments were mighty, but how many had truly laid eyes on one? Such artifacts were the stuff of legend — mythical objects beyond ordinary reach.
"The Emperor Dragon Seal? It does bear some resemblance to the Heaven Restriction Dao Light Seal that Leng Yue used, but… there are major differences as well. So this is an Emperor Armament — a true Emperor Armament. It really is something else entirely."
Even Chu Feng was genuinely surprised. No matter how powerful a Heaven Restriction martial skill might be, it was still a martial skill at the end of the day. An Emperor Armament, however, was a physical artifact, and the pressure it exuded was truly without equal.
"Of course, you're not the only ones who possess an Emperor Armament," Snow Hair continued, flicking his sleeve. A beam of white light shot out with explosive force.
BOOM—
The moment the object appeared, heaven and earth trembled. Even the Emperor Dragon Seal's pressure was visibly suppressed. A wave of might — no weaker than the Emperor Dragon Seal's own — had begun to radiate outward.
Another Emperor Armament. Yet when the crowd got a proper look at it, their shock only deepened.
The Emperor Armament was… a hairpin. That was right — the kind of hairpin women used to pin up their tresses.
The hairpin was silver, seemingly forged from silver. It bore carvings and engravings, but by all outward appearances it looked no different from an ordinary hairpin — perhaps even less ornate and beautiful than modern ones.
And yet this hairpin was a genuine Emperor Armament. That overwhelming pressure left no room for doubt.
"Such a thick aura of antiquity — this is an Emperor Armament from the primordial era." Chu Feng had already divined the hairpin's origins.
In truth, the moment that hairpin appeared, the expressions of the veteran experts dispatched by the Three Pavilions grew complicated, as though they recognized the artifact.