"Damn it, this is all that Puppet Master's fault."
"If we hadn't wasted so much energy helping him activate the formation, how could the six of us combined fail to defeat this woman?"
The clan chief of the Rock Hammer Demon Clan gnashed his teeth in fury.
"Enough talk — kill her quickly, or the Ancestral Martial Realm Sect will cease to exist," said the Pavilion Master of the Seven Realms Immortal Pavilion.
Whoosh— But then, he froze.
He felt a white dagger pierce through his chest from behind.
The white dagger's entire body was pitch-black, carved with blue talisman patterns that radiated a blue glow.
At the same time, the great battle came to a sudden halt.
Everyone stopped simultaneously, as if by unspoken agreement.
Looking closer, all of them were shaken to their core.
It wasn't unspoken coordination — all seven combatants had a white dagger embedded in their chests.
Even the woman in white was not spared.
The woman in white stared at the white dagger that had pierced clean through her chest from behind, her expression equally stunned.
Clearly, this was not any of their attacks.
Someone else had ambushed them.
Hummm— Just as everyone was grappling with confusion, a barrier gate materialized, and a figure in white robes emerged.
His barrier robe was distinctive, shimmering with blue talisman patterns identical to those on the white daggers that had pierced them.
Obviously, this person was the mastermind behind the ambush.
Upon seeing this figure, the six Ancient Clan chiefs attempted to strike, only to find themselves unable to move.
"There's a binding formation inside these daggers," said the Pavilion Master of the Seven Realms Immortal Pavilion.
The white-robed figure said nothing, instead raising his head to survey the main city of the Ancestral Martial Realm Sect.
Then he began setting up a formation.
"Who is that?"
"No idea — he's covered up so thoroughly, there's no way to recognize him."
"Regardless of who it is, he's a Heavenly Dragon Spirit World Master. Otherwise, how could he so easily subdue seven Heavenly God Realm cultivators?"
"Is he from the Ancient Clans, or from our contemporary era?"
The onlookers were far more concerned with the white-robed figure's origins.
Ancient?
Or contemporary?
They naturally hoped he was from the contemporary era.
The Ancient Clans were far too powerful. Among the contemporary martial artists who ruled over various Heavenly Rivers, apart from the Seven Realms Realm Lord who had broken through to become a Heavenly Dragon Spirit World Master, the other rulers were still at the peak of True God. In comparison, contemporary martial artists lagged far behind the Ancient Clans.
As contemporary martial artists, they naturally did not wish for things to remain this way.
Pfft— Pfft— pfft— But suddenly, showers of blood erupted in every direction.
Those who had been chatting moments ago all exploded and perished in an instant.
Every remaining onlooker was slaughtered.
An incomparably powerful force swept through, hurtling toward the Ancestral Martial Realm Sect like a tidal wave.
Heaven and earth trembled — it was an aura that surpassed even the Ancient Clan chiefs and the woman in white.
"Young friend, it seems you've been hiding in the shadows for quite some time, hoping to reap the benefits after the snipe and clam fight."
"But tell me — did you know that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?"
As that aged voice echoed through the air, the force drew closer, and six figures soon emerged.
These were six extraordinarily ancient figures.
So ancient that the hair on all six of their heads combined wouldn't amount to a hundred strands.
The skin on their bodies was wrinkled and withered beyond belief.
Yet each wore the garments of one of the six great Ancient Clans.
"Supreme Elders!"
Upon seeing these six elders, the six Ancient Clan chiefs were both startled and overjoyed.