The Last Primal

*SLASH!*

Without a word, as soon as he appeared seemingly out of thin air, Aiden cut right into the battlefield and raised his blade once more.

Unlike his previous strike, this attack was extremely soft, as if ripples were forming on the surface of a lake as a shimmering light coiled the female warrior priestess' weapon inside instantly.

*CLING!* *CLING!*

There were a series of collisions. With each collision, the female warrior priestess' face would turn paler.

The powerful torrent coming from Aiden's casual strike, which was the second strike from the [Void Splitting Manual], Ripple was as smooth as water, and once released, it would attack relentlessly until…

Suddenly, another blade flashed from the void.

The sword in the hands of the warrior priestess was repelled and her exposed bountiful chest was met with a merciless slash.

In the next moment, flashes of blood appeared.

"Aaaargh!"

Exclaiming, the warrior priestess staggered in retreat as a bloodied wound appeared on her chest with blood flowing out.

It was lucky that she had activated her insignia's secret technique earlier on or that slash would have cut her straight into two!

Another paragon was forced out of the fight.

*ZING!*

The sound of a sharp blade tearing through the air was chilling.

Slashing in reverse, Aiden struck the incoming fierce sword and a layer of frost appeared on his saber.

At the same time, the voice of Snowdrift Valley's chosen successor sounded.

"Frost Seal!"

A cold wind that seeped into one's bones struck Aiden and he felt as though someone had poured a basin of cold water from above.

Under the watchful gazes of many, a thick layer of ice could be seen forming on Aiden's body at a visible speed. Starting from his head, it spread gradually and covered his entire body.

In the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, the mysterious burly man was motionless as he maintained his previous battle stance with a frozen expression – he had turned into a life-like ice sculpture.

At the sight of that, some paragons heaved a sigh of relief.

After all, the strength that unknown factor, this burly man -Aiden- had displayed was way too terrifying. Adding more fuel to the fire, he was so overwhelming that three paragons had fallen in his hands.

Of the many paragons present, no one had absolute confidence in suppressing him.

"Good move there miss! It's no wonder why you're the successor of Snowdrift Valley."

"Amazing, to think that you froze the successor of Holy Fire Island instantly with a single Frost Seal!"

Some paragons praised one after another.

On the other side, Holy Maiden Sylvie Deva's expression sank as he gazed at the motionless figure, the ice sculpture of the man that had protected him multiple times by now was standing absolutely lifeless.

"Heh, it is too late now!"

The young female, fair-skinned girl, that mostly looked like a regular human from the surface, but with a pinkish, small and thin tail waggling with excitement coming from her bottom half, Sieanna Caliphe, the successor of Snowdrift Valley, descended from the skies with her white robes fluttering.

She declared coldly with a haughty expression. "That's Snowdrift Valley's secret skill. Anyone that's struck by it will have their bloodlines and spirit energy frozen and they'll die within a couple heartbeats! Nothing and no one can save that man now!"

"Oh… Is that so… miss?"

Suddenly a strange, deep, thunderous voice sounded from the battlefield. It felt as if it was coming from somewhere underground, deep below the surface blocked by several layers of minerals in the process.

Yet, when following the voice to the source, everyone could clearly tell that the voice came from within the ice sculpture!

*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*

Along with cracking sounds, a series of cracks appeared on the ice sculpture, extending and growing until they covered the entire body.

Snowdrift Valley's ieanna Caliphe's expression changed as disbelief filled her eyes.

*BOOM!*

There was a deafening sound.

Right in front of everyone's shocked and floored gazes, the ice sculpture exploded, revealing a tall and burly figure.

A deep growl could be heard from the figure's body, as if a primordial beast was disturbed from its millennial slumber.

"Impossible!" Someone exclaimed softly.

This sudden and unexpected change caused many paragons that were fighting to stop temporarily and turn their gazes over.

Zenith Sect's Bair Yohren's gaze shimmered and his expression was grim.

The burly man before him had yet another similarity with the strange youth from martial artist at the Metal Tree Grove. Both of them had this very same mysterious energy source! ƒ𝘳ee𝔀e𝚋n૦𝐯el.c𝗼𝓂

Of course, it was quite an absurd guess and it was mostly due to Bair Yohren's intuition.

While it was possible for a cultivator to change his appearance by making use of some concealment technique or mask-type artifact weapon, it was impossible for them to change so drastically in terms of figure.

That was something that could not be explained. Such a body transformation technique or skill was unheard of.

Sensing Bair Yohren's gaze, Aiden was expressionless as killing intent rose in his heart!

Aiden's body was filled with raging, violent energy that cruised through his limbs and organs, purging away the remnant frost mana within him.

The frost between his thick brows and wild hair was gone and steam rose from his head. Surrounded by the mist, Aiden was like a supreme demon that have just emerged from the pits of the abyss and could not be ignored.

"Hahahaha!"

Casting an arrogant sidelong glance at Snowdrift Valley's successor not far away, Aiden could not help but burst into laughter.

"What bullsh*t Frost Seal is that, miss? That's all there is to it? Is this all the so-called chosen heiress of the Snowdrift Valley is capable of? How utterly pathetic!"

Sienna Caliphe's face was deathly pale and her arms were trembling in anger.

There had never been anyone who looked down on Snowdrift Valley's secret skill like this.

In other words, if Holy Fire Island's successor had not managed to train such an astounding source of power, there was no way he would have been able to break free from the power of Frost Seal!

Aiden retreated a couple of steps and glanced at Holy Maiden Slyvie Deva who was shivering from head to toe. Frowning slightly, he reached out and held her palm, circulating his internal energy, causing it to surge into her body!

In the next instant, warm energy surged within Holy Maiden Slyvie Deva's body, purging the oppressive frost mana from her slowly.

Perhaps it was because she had recovered some of her lost blood, or perhaps it was some other reason, but Holy Maiden Slyvie Deva's pale face blushed with a darker shade of red. She lowered her head slightly in a shy and charming manner, causing everyone's hearts to flutter.

The paragons present had different expressions upon seeing this.

Everyone could tell that Holy Fire Island's successor had a very different attitude towards the Holy Maiden of the Pure Maidens Sect.

It didn't seem like he was bewitched by her.

It was impossible that the both of them had a casual relationship. Holy Fire Island's successor was clearly concerned and maybe even worried about the Holy Maiden, worried that she might get injured.

"Humph!"

Flicking his wrist, Shaori An of Cloud Rain Sect opened his folding fan and said in a salty tone.

"Miss Deva, don't you have any ethics at all? You even hooked up with the successor of Holy Fire Island."

Despite the clear jest, Holy Maiden Sylvie Deva ignored everyone's strange gazes. She focused her gaze on the mysterious stranger… soon a thought began to grow its seed in her mind.

Could the mysterious gray-robed figure from the Draconic Skink's capital city of Ugburg have caused quite an upheaval recently, and this burly man coming from the same origin? Could there be some connection?

Before she could ponder on the idea more, a faint voice reached her ears.

"Stop dawdling and heal your injuries for now."

Sylvie Deva smiled at this. Warmth flowed through her heart.

"Holy Fire Island's successor!"

Sword Sect's Hart Yu narrowed his eyes and the aura that he was emitting turned sharper and sharper. His entire figure resembled an unsheathed sword and he said slowly, coldly.

"Good, good! Since you dare to enter the ancient battlefield, don't dream about leaving it alive! Now that you are here, I will make sure this place will be your burial ground!"

Holy Fire Island and Sword Sect had a longstanding feud.

Each time a successor of Holy Fire Island stepped foot onto the real world, they would naturally end up in a big fight with the successor of Sword Sect.

"This is a feud between us only. All of you, people from both sides and all the top factions in the world… there's no need for you guys to get involved."

Cupping his fists towards Shadow Raven and the others, Hart Yu said in a low voice. Everyone gave a slight nod, confirming his request.

This was his fight. His victory to etch into the threads of history!