CHAPTER 298: CROWN OF BLOOD: THE FALL OF THE ANCIENT CLANS.

Central Region.

Imperial Capital.

The sound of war could be heard from miles away. The ground trembled continually.

It was as if the world were coming to an end. Thousands upon thousands of vengeful spirits trooped into the capital.

Compared to other regions, which were predominantly dominated by Wisp Spirit, the imperial capital was ruled by Restless Phantoms.

Wailing Revenants numbered in the thousands.

The former glorious capital was long gone, now embroidered in the flame of war.

Various miserable cries filled the air.

From the massive capital entrance gate deep into the streets, thousands of dead bodies lay sprawling in pools of blood.

The thick stench of blood permeated the air.

While the vengeful spirits were already a nightmare, the Evil Sect disciples and elders were on a killing rampage.

Beautiful women faced fates worse than death. Even some handsome young men could not escape their evil claws.

Many cried for help, but no one came to answer.

The guards fought a life-and-death battle in every corner of the capital. Buildings crumbled beneath the aftershocks of the attack.

Deep craters appeared on the ground.

Every clan fought desperately to protect themselves from the horror of the vengeful spirits and the Evil Sect.

At the heart of the war stood the ancient Yun clan, the uncrowned king of the continent.

The former grand palace lay in ruins. Half of it had shattered to pieces. Fresh blood spattered everywhere.

Missing arms, legs, and severed heads lay strewn about in gruesome, indiscriminate abundance.

It was brutal.

And yet, the battle was far from over.

On the ground, disciples from various clans and sects—there for the assembly summit—grappled for the last chance to stay alive.

Their previous pride and arrogance were long gone.

Fear and panic clawed at everyone’s heart like a vice.

This year’s summit was supposed to showcase each sect’s glory to the continent, and then, upon returning home, they would bask in fame and triumph.

But now...

Ahhhh! Ahhhh!

A young man clutched his throat as he retreated. He pressed both hands against his neck; fear and unwillingness smeared his face.

Thud!

He collapsed to the ground, and his head rolled from his shoulder.

Standing a few feet from the fallen disciple, a young man dressed in the ancient Zhou clan robe sneered.

"Trash!" he muttered, turning his sinister eyes toward his next victim.

For decades, everyone had believed the battle against the Evil Sect had ended. Who would have expected that the Ancient Zhou clan, the ancient Wu clan, and the Silver Wei sect would betray humanity?

The sudden withdrawal of the Dust Valley Sect and the ancient Qiu clan had disrupted their plan.

Their plan was to wrap up all the major powers on the continent in one clean sweep, like fish caught inside a net.

Although their plan had a slight deviation, it was still successful.

A single ancient Qiu clan and a nameless sect could not derail their grand scheme.

Before anyone could retreat, they had begun their plan, and the massacre began.

No one expected the three ancient forces to turn their backs on humanity.

In the sky, the Yun clan master confronted the Zhou clan master. Their battle was deadly and brutal, each going all out to kill the other.

Hundreds of meters away, other ancient clan leaders fought with all their might. Everyone unleashed their ace attacks.

Ahhh!

The Huang Matriarch was injured. She retreated with tremoring legs. She glared at the Evil Cultivator before her with a complicated expression.

The Ancient Zhou clan and Ancient Wu clan had not merely betrayed them; they had given their enemies free access to the capital.

While the banquet was still ongoing, the Evil Sect had already surrounded the Yun Palace, merely waiting for the signal.

She and her clansmen had almost escaped from the Yun Palace when they were attacked by the Evil Sect.

Her slow reaction and indecisiveness had doomed them to the enemy plot.

She lowered her head and studied her injury, noticing it changing color, turning purple.

From the deep cut, a foul smell rose.

"Poison..." she muttered.

Without hesitation, she drew a Tier-2 detoxifying pill from her storage pouch and swallowed it.

"Ignorant. Do you think a mere detoxifying pill can cure my poison?" The old man laughed and launched another attack.

Bang! Bang!

The two exchanged hundreds of moves, but with each strike, the Huang Matriarch found her energy draining at an alarming rate.

She was a Peak Golden Core Expert, stage 9, with abundant spiritual energy.

But now...

"This is bad..." she screamed in her mind as she searched for the Silent Pill Sect Master.

Only she could help her.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t find her.

Meanwhile, a couple of meters from her location, the ancient Liu clan leader wore an ugly expression. He was battling against the Lingyang City Lord.

The Wei clan master.

Although the Wei clan was not known as an ancient force, their clan boasted hundreds of years of inheritance.

Many believed that some of the ancient clans were merely lucky to have a Nascent Soul Powerhouse to dominate the Wei clan.

And now, the battle proved the rumor true.

The Liu clan master was riddled with injuries from head to toe. His situation was grim.

Both were Peak Golden Core Experts, but the difference in their technique and fighting style was glaring.

"Useless..." The Wei clan master muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"After this battle, only my clan will have the right to be called an ancient force." He sneered and intensified his assault.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After another flurry of attacks, the Liu clan master managed to retreat, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. He spat out the blood and wiped it away.

"Fool! Do you think our ancestors would allow that?" he sneered.

The confidence of the ancient clans lies with their ancestors.

"Irrational fool. Do you think we would cause such a huge commotion without plans to take care of those old bones?"

"Where do you think they are right now?" The Wei clan master asked with a knowing smile.

When the leaders heard this, their expressions changed.