Above the ruins, the ancient treasure weapons awakened as one, their boundless divine light tearing through the clouds.
It was a massacre.
The Golden Crow Divine Wings swept through the air, scattering flames across the sky. A dozen disciples of great sects barely managed half a brief scream before they and their treasure weapons turned to black ash.
The Chi Dragon Bone Drum trembled, releasing low, thunderous sound waves that warped space wherever they passed. Dozens of prodigies burst apart where they stood, their flesh and blood staining vast stretches of dark red rubble.
The Nine-Headed Lion and the Fire Crow cried out in terror, wheeling around and racing toward the outskirts. Big Red beat his wings and fled headlong into the distance, not even stopping to care that his tail feathers had caught fire.
In the blink of an eye, all their followers had scattered.
Shi Hao hid behind a massive rock, poking half his head out to watch the supreme treasures flying wildly overhead.
A rope radiating golden light skimmed along the ground, and Shi Hao reached out to grab it. The rope suddenly erupted with dazzling lightning, knocked his hand away, and shot into the clouds.
"Damn it, I can't catch a single one." Shi Hao's large eyes widened, his face full of frustration.
Shi Hou sat with his back against the rock. He picked up the Purple Thunder Stone Knife, sliced off a piece of steak, and tossed it into his mouth to chew. He spared not a single glance for the opportunities flying all over the sky.
The divine tide lasted four hours.
At last, the light faded, and the army of treasure weapons vanished beyond the horizon.
The ruins fell utterly silent. More than two thousand corpses lay scattered haphazardly across the ground. Blood