Martial Master

What kind of power is this? It's so terrifying.

What shocked Yan Guan and the others even more was that several peak Martial Gods had joined forces, plus the assistance of the Void Realm Array. In his view, no matter what cultivation level Fu Qiankun had, one strike would either kill him or seriously injure him.

But now, when the black dragon hammer unleashed by Fu Qiankun collided heavily, it instantly tore apart the Void Realm Array. A terrifying force surged forth, and the backlash made his true essence churn violently. He couldn't suppress his true essence at all, and with a muffled grunt, he hurriedly retreated.

"Want to run?" Fu Qiankun sneered, raising his hand to strike down with a shadow of the hammer.

Buzz! A massive spatial crack appeared in the void, rapidly spreading towards Yan Guan. A rune suddenly appeared in Yan Guan's hand. As soon as the rune emerged, a terrifying aura surged forth from the void, with threads of Holy Realm power emanating, instantly blocking Fu Qiankun's attack. Moreover, this force directly surged towards Fu Qiankun's body.

"Blood Soul Nurturing Technique!" Fu Qiankun snorted coldly. Blood light surged from his body, gathering in his hand. The black dragon hammer immediately flickered with blood-black radiance, transforming into a vortex that instantly shattered the power of the rune.

Bang! This rune was ancient, the time of its inheritance unknown, leaving only a trace of Holy-level power, which instantly exploded. But it also prevented Fu Qiankun from making a move. Yan Guan spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward in a disheveled manner, barely stabilizing his form.

"Holy-level rune?" Fu Qiankun frowned and said, then coldly asked, "Is this your trump card?"

A Holy-level rune? That was a Holy-level rune just now?

Countless people in the square were shocked, listening to Fu Qiankun's words. Yan Guan had actually cast a Holy-level rune, no wonder a sense of inexplicable fear surged in their hearts when the rune appeared. But what shocked them even more was that Fu Qiankun had actually blocked the attack of that Holy-level rune. Could it be that Fu Qiankun had already crossed into the Holy Realm?

Hiss! The sound of gasping for air immediately rose and fell.

A Holy Realm expert, this was a myth of Tianwu Continent, and it had been over ten thousand years since anyone reached it, not just humans but even the Blood Beast clan. Yet now Fu Qiankun had actually broken through the Holy Realm. This news was truly explosive.

"You... you have touched the threshold of the Holy Realm?" Yan Guan looked at Fu Qiankun in shock, trembling as he spoke, his eyes filled with anger, unwillingness, and fear.

For these years, he had devoted himself to hard cultivation, all to surpass his master, but unexpectedly, in real combat, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he was still no match for his master.

His master was like a towering mountain, firmly standing before him, making him feel endless despair.

"It seems you know a lot. Didn't Shangguan Xi'er tell you that I have touched the threshold of the Holy Realm? Hmm, perhaps even she doesn't know that my injuries have already healed. Shangguan Xi'er has imprisoned me for over two hundred years; I will eventually settle this score with Piao Miao Palace," Fu Qiankun said coldly, stepping forward, directly reaching out toward Yan Guan.

"Boom!"

A terrifying palm print blurred and rolled, instantly crashing down. Fu Qiankun did not directly kill Yan Guan but intended to capture him. He didn’t want Yan Guan to die so easily; he wanted to search his soul to understand why Yan Guan had betrayed him.

"Old Ancestor, save me!" Yan Guan struggled violently. At a critical moment, he suddenly shouted, leaving everyone stunned.

Old Ancestor, who was that?

"Hmph, disgraceful! I, a disciple of the Yan family, actually have such a waste as you; what use do I have for you?"

Amid the crowd's confusion, a terrifying aura suddenly rose from the direction of the Bloodline Sacred Land's main hall, and with a roar, a terrifying blood light burst forth like lightning, instantly crashing towards Fu Qiankun's descending palm.