As Myles’s words faded, Severin spotted numerous cultivators appearing in the mountain range dozens


    of miles away. At the summit of a small hill on the horizon, a massive array formation radiated a surging


    celestial force, faintly revealing a fairnd–like abode through the formation.


    At this moment, countless rainbow lights flickered in the surrounding sky, with cultivators continuously


    arriving from all directions in the west. Among these lights, the most eye–catching was a man riding a


    thunderous warhorse.


    Mounted on the horse, traversing the mountains as if in an uninhabited realm, he soared over the


    heads


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    of many rogue fighters below the mountains. This scene naturally displeased the stronger among the


    rogue fighters. Those who could reach the Raze Mountains were naturally not the novice and weak.


    cultivators that Severin and others encountered when they first arrived in the Bleurealm.


    Severin scanned the area and found that the rogue fighters upying the small hills near the mountain


    range were at least of supreme saint level.


    The closer to the interior of the Raze Mountains, where the remnants of the royal paragon w were


    found, the


    higher the cultivation levels of the rogue fighters. Among them were practitioners of the sixth and


    seventh


    -grade supreme saints.


    The figure riding the thunderous warhorse swiftly flew, creating gusts of wind that scattered the


    cultivators along the way. In the next moment, a thunderous voice rang out, causing the earth to


    tremble.


    “Who dares to fly over my head!”


    A robust middle–aged cultivator, with a cultivation around the sixth–grade supreme saint, immediately


    raised his hand towards the sky, attempting to grab the person flying over his head. However, all he


    received was a golden spear!


    The spear lightly pierced the void, unleashing terrifying power that instantly obliterated the sixth–ranked


    supreme saint. After these actions, the man concealed within the thunderous warhorse continued


    forward.


    On the mountaintop, this scene immediately elicited numerous gasps from rogue fighters.


    “A golden long spear? Could this person be Sian, the prodigy of the Gahhrs?”


    “Rumors have it that he was born with the Golden Spirit physique, once achieving the cultivation of the


    seventh–grade of the supreme saint, he killed a ninth–grade beast king in the Raze Mountains!”


    “His thunderous warhorse is said to have been subdued in these Raze Mountains, carrying a trace of


    the


    The murmurs had barely subsided when, in the eastern sky, apletely white ship suddenly


    appeared, its sails bearing an iron–hooked ‘Steele‘ character.


    At the forefront of the treasure ship stood a young man radiating the aura of around the eighth–grade


    supreme saint. Among the rogue fighters, someone immediately recognized his identity.


    “This… this is Tobias, the genius of the Steeles!”


    “It is said that Tobias possessed the Sun–Heart Bones since birth, cultivated the Sun–Heart


    Constitution, reaching the royal saint level at the age of just over ten. Evenst year, with the cultivation


    of the sixth- grade of the supreme saint, he fought a foe two levels above him, ying a fierce beast. It


    was the


    Thunder Bird, with strengthparable to the eighth–grade supreme saint!”


    This time, no one dared to intercept.


    The middle–aged cultivator of the sixth–grade of the supreme saint, who had dared to intercept just


    now,


    had now disappeared, turning into ashes.


    Before the rogue fighters could recover from their shock, another enormous rainbow light appeared in


    the


    sky.


    After the rainbow light emerged, the immense shadow seemed to shroud the entire sky.


    Within the rainbow light was a pool–shaped spiritual treasure exuding thunder, its pressure extremely


    terrifying.


    Hovering above the thunderous pool–shaped spiritual treasure were several elders in the paragon


    level,


    surrounded by flickering thunder and silver serpents. Behind these paragon level elders, there was a


    young man in his twenties. His gaze was unparalleled, his aura surging to the extreme. The ninth–


    grade


    supreme saint’s aura shook the void, causing even the space to distort.


    Seeing this, the rogue fighters eximed once again.


    “Ah, this is the second genius of the Deifirm Sect, Uzair!”