Blood rained down like a downpour. The scene might have been a common sight under other circumstances, but right now it sent chills down everyone's spines. After all, the ones dying were the elites of the Four Great Imperial Clans—every single one of them a Half-Emperor.
Though Half-Emperors were far less rare than Martial Emperors, they still represented a realm that no ordinary person could hope to reach. And now, nearly a thousand Half-Emperors had perished in an instant. How could anyone not be shocked?
The younger generation was especially terrified. They had truly witnessed what it meant to regard human lives as grass, what it meant to kill without blinking.
"Snow Hair, you truly have a death wish."
Watching his clansmen cut down, Elder Nangong was furious beyond measure. He flung his wide sleeves, and wave after wave of martial power surged toward Snow Hair like crashing tides.
Yet Snow Hair didn't even bother dodging. He simply stood there, allowing the attacks to bombard his body without so much as moving an inch. Not a single hair on his head was harmed—not even his robes were torn in the slightest.
"Attacks like that don't even qualify as tickling me." Snow Hair sneered contemptuously, then raised his hand and made a grasping motion. An invisible force surged toward Elder Nangong.
"The Imperial Dragon Seal!!!"
Though the attack was invisible, Elder Nangong's expression changed drastically. Not daring to dodge carelessly, he could only produce the square-shaped Imperial Dragon Seal to defend himself.
ROAR— The moment the Imperial Dragon Seal appeared, it radiated brilliant golden light and let out a dragon's roar. In the air before the Nangong Imperial Clan's elder, a colossal dragon hundreds of meters long materialized, coiling protectively before him.
Many onlookers felt a surge of reverence at the sight. They believed that beneath that dragon, Elder Nangong was absolutely safe—nothing in the world could possibly shake it.
CLANG— Yet in the very next instant, the dragon's body trembled, and the surrounding space shattered into pieces.
"How is this possible? They're both fourth-grade Martial Emperors—how can Snow Hair's combat strength be this overwhelming?"
Though the Imperial Dragon Seal had blocked Snow Hair's attack, Elder Nangong and the three other Supreme Elders all wore deeply furrowed brows. If Elder Nangong hadn't used the Imperial Dragon Seal—a true Imperial Armament—to block that blow from Immortal Snow Hair, it likely would have landed true. But Immortal Snow Hair was the same fourth-grade Martial Emperor as all four of them.
"Oh? So it's the Imperial Dragon Seal," Immortal Snow Hair remarked coolly.
"The Imperial Dragon Seal? That's the Imperial Dragon Seal? The Four Clans' ancestral treasure? No wonder… no wonder it carries such might." Hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to the Imperial Dragon Seal in Elder Nangong's hand.
They had long heard that Imperial Armaments were formidable, but how many had actually seen one? Imperial Armaments were the stuff of legend—mythical artifacts.
"The Imperial Dragon Seal? It does bear some resemblance to the Heavenly Forbidden Dao Light Seal that Leng Yue uses, but… there are significant differences. This is an Imperial Armament. A true Imperial Armament really is something else entirely."
Even Chu Feng was quite surprised. No matter how powerful Forbidden Martial Techniques were, they were ultimately just techniques. An Imperial Armament, on the other hand, was a tangible artifact, and its oppressive aura was truly unmatched.
"But you're not the only ones with an Imperial Armament." At that moment, Immortal Snow Hair flicked his sleeve, and a streak of white light shot out.
BOOM— The moment that object appeared, heaven and earth trembled. Even the Imperial Dragon Seal's oppressive aura was suppressed. A pressure no weaker than the Imperial Dragon Seal's began to radiate outward.
Another Imperial Armament—yet another one. But when people looked more closely, their shock only deepened.
That Imperial Armament was a hairpin. Yes, a hairpin—the kind women used to tie up their hair.
The hairpin was silver in color, seemingly forged from silver. Though it bore delicate carvings and engravings, it looked no different from an ordinary hairpin on the surface. It wasn't even as ornate or beautiful as the hairpins of the present day.
Yet this hairpin was a true Imperial Armament. Its overwhelming pressure left no room for doubt.
"Such a dense aura of antiquity—this is an Imperial Armament from the ancient era." Chu Feng had already discerned the hairpin's origins.
In truth, the moment the hairpin appeared, the expressions of the top-tier experts sent by the Three Mansions turned complicated, as though they recognized it.
"So this ancient—"