The Last Primal

Aiden punched forward.

The blood-colored butterfly did not move at all and those moon-like eyes on its wings flashed.

An incomparably strong power cruised through Aiden's body, bursting instantly along with his fist!

Boom!

The sword collided with Aiden's fist with a resounding bang.

Jorl Wuya's expression changed once again and from the depths of his eyes, a hint of panic and fear could be seen!

Right in front of everyone, the glass sword in Jorl Wuya's suddenly exploded!

The rainbow light dispersed.

Jorl Wuya's Martial Master phenomenon had shattered entirely!

"Pfft!"

Shuddering, Jorl Wuya choked and could not help but cough out a mouthful of blood, as though he was struck by thunder.

All the paragons of the North Region exclaimed.

Everyone witnessed the monster incarnate of Holy Fire Island fall into a desperate situation where he could die at any moment. Yet, for some unknown reason, he suddenly gave off a burst and destroyed Jorl Wuya's Martial Master phenomenon instead!

In the blink of an eye, the tides had reversed!

The faint blood-colored butterfly behind Aiden had disappeared by now.

However, without the protection of his Martial Master phenomenon, Jorl Wuya was definitely not a match for Aiden in his demon form!

Boom!

Aiden strode forward and extended his massive palm, crushing down in an encompassing manner.

Jorl Wuya did not have time to dodge and could only raise his arm to defend reluctantly.

Bang!

A dull sound of defeat echoed as the two of them clashed.

Jorl Wuya merely felt a sharp pain run through his arm and instantly, he was drenched in cold sweat.

Aiden did not give him a chance to catch his breath at all.

Both of them were rare prodigies in terms of melee combat and would naturally not give up on such an opportunity.

He threw yet another punch down.

It seemed like a supreme gigantic seal that was smashing down from the heavens, about to quake the mountains and ground!

Boom!

Jorl Wuya could only prop up both arms to receive the blow.

Shuddering, he retreated once more.

"Pfft!"

Yet again, he coughed out a mouthful of blood that was now already blackish!

His organs were shaken!

Otherwise, his blood would have definitely been red.

At that moment, Jorl Wuya could no longer feel pain in both arms – they were numb by now.

Aiden was extremely precise in his timing such that Jorl Wuya did not even have the time to withdraw weapons, talismans, or elixirs.

If this continued, both of Jorl Wuya's arms would be snapped by Aiden within a few rounds!

The two of them were extremely close.

Jorl Wuya could clearly sense that Aiden's breath also carried a hint of blood stench.

This meant that Aiden was already significantly injured through this battle!

Right now, both of them were at their limits.

If he were to fight to the end, he might still be able to win.

However, Aiden's aura was way too overwhelming and sharp at the moment!

After enduring a few hits repeatedly, Jorl Wuya had already given up on the thought of fighting Aiden to the end completely.

He could not die.

He was less than a hundred years old.

He was the number one Yong Master of the North Region. The chosen one, the son of destiny! At such a young age, his future had unlimited potential.

As long as Jorl Wuya wanted to, he could even transcend to the Martial Grandmaster realm!

Of course, there was no way he could do his breakthrough in such an intense battle.

The ascension from the Martial Master to the Martial Grandmaster realm was a leap in quality.

Even if he was the peerless monster incarnate of paragons, he could not guarantee a 100% success rate.

Breaking through on the battlefield was equivalent to committing suicide!

Even without outsiders interfering, a single distraction was enough for them to perish!

Suddenly, Jorl Wuya hollered, "What are you guys waiting for? This beast's blood energy is drained and he's only putting on a strong front. A simple attack from everyone together is enough to kill him here!"

That single statement proved that Jorl Wuya had lost.

The reputation that he gained over many years was instantly destroyed at this moment.

However, compared to his life, Jorl Wuya could not care any longer.

As long as he stayed alive, he could get his hands on the Vermilion Fruit and everything that Aiden possessed.

His combat strength would definitely be raised to yet another level!

At that time, he would even have a high chance of entering the top ten of the Phenomenon Ranking once he enters the intermediate ancient battlefield!

Perhaps, he might even be able to compete against Di Yin, number one of the previous Phenomenon Ranking!

He was going to personally retrieve the reputation and dignity that he lost today!

Nobody made a move.

Even the masked man who accompanied Jorl Wuya did not move, watching everything with a cold gaze.

He had his own selfish reasons as well.

Initially, there was no chance for him to make a name for himself with Jorl Wuya riding over him.

He could never get more resources in the sect compared to Jorl Wuya.

But now, if Jorl Wuya were to die with the monster incarnate of Holy Fire Island severely injured, there would be a high chance he could be the last standing victor and get his hands on all the treasures!

There were only two reasons why everyone else did not move either.

On the one hand, the paragons of the North Region still had a trepidating fear after being beaten by Aiden.

On the other hand, they were still observing from the side.

In a fight between two tigers, one was bound to get hurt.

The wisest decision was for everyone to observe the battle from afar!

Right now, it was not the best opportunity to strike yet.

Taban Feng, Murong Wolt, and the others were expressionless but they gloated internally.

The fight for the Vermilion Fruit had been tumultuous up till this point and now, yet another change had happened in the situation.

Initially, it was already extremely fortuitous if they could survive and there was no chance for them to get their hands on the Vermilion Fruit.

But now, the tides had reversed.

Any of them could end up as a big winner!

The old man from Crystal Palace Sect stood in the pavilion expressionlessly with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction of the Great Forbidden Ruins with an indifferent stare.

Although he looked scrawny, as though a gust could blow him over, none of the Martial Grandmasters present inside and outside the pavilion dared to move!

There was no longer any meaning to the Vermilion Fruit fight with Jorl Wuya's appearance.

In everyone's opinion, the lives of the paragons of the North Region were now decided by fate.

The astute and sharp martial artists who chose to leave and give up on the Vermilion Fruit fight would be considered logical.

If anyone wanted to challenge Jorl Wuya because of the Vermilion Fruit, they would be committing suicide!

The Martial Grandmaster of Lockster clan had a grim expression.

Lockster Kang was the Martial Master with the greatest potential in the Lockster clan in 500 years, overwhelming all over martial artists of the same realm!

To think that he would be killed by Jorl Wuya.

Suddenly, the entire fight for the Vermilion Fruit seemed meaningless after knowing that Jorl Wuya had arrived.

That was because everyone knew the outcome of the fight.

It was no wonder why the paragons of the North Region would suffer such an immense defeat.

It was no wonder why even paragons of the ten upper sects and four gentry clans fell one after another.

It was no wonder why the situation could not be contained even with the appearance of the successors of the two ancient aristocratic families…

Right now, everything was clear.

It was all because of Jorl Wuya!

The many Martial Grandmasters remained silently, awaiting the final outcome.

All of a sudden!

The old man from Crystal Palace Sect who was initially standing with his hands behind his back frowned. Swiping his shriveled hand across his storage bag, he withdrew a Destiny Talisman and gazed at it.

The radiance on the Destiny Talisman shimmered, as though it had received an immense blow!

The old man from Crystal Palace Sect narrowed his gaze and a cold glint could be seen in his hazy eyes.

"The young master seems to have met with some trouble. Could there actually be a paragon in the North Region who could challenge the young master?"

The moment that thought crossed his mind, the Destiny Talisman in his hands flashed repeatedly.

After a momentary pause, the radiance on the Destiny Talisman dimmed gradually.

"Hmm?"

The old man from Crystal Palace Sect was stunned.

This was no longer any ordinary trouble.

It seemed like Jorl Wuya was undergoing some unprecedented danger and could fall at any moment!

The abnormal reaction from the Destiny Talisman attracted the stares of other Martial Grandmasters as well.

Suddenly, a stir broke out from the crowd.