Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 67: Conference (3)

At the sound of the light gong, everyone couldn’t help but turn their attention toward the parliament’s highest point.

Once the signal was sent, the meandering younger generation found their place behind their elders, separated into nine sections. In truth, not many of the younger generation attended. Aside from the Star and Five Blade Clans, there were only a few Dragons. The remainder of the younger generation hadn’t made the trip for obvious reasons. While the older generation could spare 10 years of travel, for youths, every second counted toward their future foundation. This was all to say that the main characters of this event were the True Gods of the last generation and the pillars of the top 9 Clans.

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The ninth ranked Emperor Giant Clan. After the recent ranking tournament, on the back of Anak, they finally vaulted forward from their former 11^th

rank and cemented themselves within the top 9. Their leader was a massive, towering man, standing at over six meters tall. His bare chest rippled with a reddened vitality, his back showing off his five small angel wing tattoos.

[Author’s Note: The ranking tournament was mentioned when Dyon stormed the Grand Templar Sect in order to save Giralda. Dyon (obviously) didn’t participate. He has bigger things to worry about than his quadrant’s ranking, lmao. (Though, performing well in such a tournament would greatly help faith)]

The eighth ranked Golden Crow Sect. In this generation, their ranking plummeted from fourth place. Due to God Goldeen’s death, this was only to be expected. If it wasn’t for them tapping into some of their hidden strength and for the fact they had accumulated enough merits outside of the tournament, they would have lost their spot within the top 9 just like the Water Mist Sect had.

Their leader was a calm, golden haired man with piercing red eyes. To his right, seemingly with the same rank, was another man with similar features but who carried an attractive smile on his face. These were the Clan Patriarchs of the Goldeen and Crow Clan respectively.

The seventh ranked Atlas Clan. King Atlas, Saru’s Father’s long-time friend, was the True God that raised their level from middling Clan to a member of the top 9. Unfortunately, his son wasn’t anywhere near as talented as his father. And, since this was a Celestial Tournament, it was inevitable that their ranking would fall from fifth to seventh.

Their leader was the oldest individual here, he seemed to have a single foot in the grave already. He was the previous King Atlas who had given sired to their Clan’s first True God. Though his talent in his youth wasn’t very good, for some unknown reason, his power had suddenly sky-rocketed when he should have been past his prime. But, considering the mysteries of martial world, everyone knew there was no point in asking.

The sixth ranked Enigmatic Sect. Though many here didn’t know, a portion of the reason they had improved from seventh to sixth was because of Dyon’s silent support. Thankfully, they also had a God level character in the Sect Master’s son, so they hadn’t fallen too far.

Their leader was none other than the carefree Master Enigmatic. He was a handsome, middle aged man who always seemed to wear an amiable smile.

The fifth ranked Hydra Clan. They were a Clan of Peak Transcendent beasts, but unlike the Emperor Giant Clan, they had more to rely on than just their True God. True God Falkor’s four brothers were each Gods themselves, giving the Hydra Clan a very bright future.

Their leader was a cold, blue haired man. His sapphire-like eyes glimmered like marble, forcing those who met his gaze to be entranced.

As for the new fourth ranked Clan, it was one Dyon had never had any true interaction with, maybe by coincidence, or maybe by virtue of the Clan’s lowkey nature itself. It was known as the Pegasus Clan, a beast Clan of Middle Supreme Grade beasts. However, the odd thing was that they weren’t Pegasi, but were rather devolved Unicorns.

Their leader was their True God of the last generation, King Pegasus. He was a legendary figure and the first of their Clan in countless millions of years to communicate with his Primordial Bone. His cultivation was deep beyond belief, even the leaders of the top 3 quadrants didn’t dare to look down upon him.

His hair was a pristine white and his beard almost looked like the mane of a Lion.  

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Finally, there were the top 3 quadrants whose rankings remained completely untouched.

The five blade Clans shared a section, the five King God Dragon Clans shared a section, and finally, there was the Star Clan who sat tall at the center of it all.

It was the leader of the Star Clan who spoke first. historical

He was a man with gorgeous hair that seemed more like beams of white light than filaments of matter with true substance. If a commoner were to lay eyes on him, they couldn’t be blamed for assuming him to be a God.

“By virtue of you all choosing to ignore the rude nature of my Star Clan’s invite, I believe that you understand the gravity of the situation we all face.

“I won’t waste time with pleasantries. The Ancient Battlefield will be descending soon. But, what you all might not know is that the Ancient Battlefield is also the most enigmatic of the Ancient Games.”

A shocked murmur surged through the crowd, even some of the 9 foremost Clans and Sects frowned. King Star had truly been serious when he said he would get right to the point.

“Be at ease. My Star Clan has invited you all today because we have a method to circumvent the rules of the Ancient Games.”

For the second time in just as many moments, yet another bomb was dropped upon the Conference.