"Audacious! Who dares trespass into our Divine Fist Sect!" The sect master's furious roar thundered through the air like a storm. "What's there to be arrogant about? Your ancestors are already dead, yet you still dare to make noise here!" The Heavenly Dragon Abyss Demon Saint Elder sneered contemptuously. "Nonsense! Our venerable ancestors possess peerless divine techniques and boundless power—how could they possibly perish?" "Stop trying to disturb our focus! Withdraw now if you know what's good for you, or you'll regret ever being born!" The Divine Fist Sect master refused to believe it. Their ancestors wielded Emperor-tier weapons and talismans—who in the Mortal Realm could possibly harm them? "Enough idle talk. Kill them all!" The Heavenly Dragon Abyss elder led the charge directly into the sect. Though lacking their Martial Saint ancestors' presence, the Divine Fist Sect's foundation remained incredibly profound, with at least several dozen Martial Venerable experts! The Chu family's forces alone would never be a match. "Hahaha! Come at me, little treasures! I've heard the Divine Fist Sect's techniques are peerless—let me experience them today!" Chu Zhan laughed uproariously, cracking his knuckles as he charged toward the sect's Martial Emperor experts, immediately engaging their holy son in combat. The opponent possessed a Saint-grade special physique, superior to Chu Zhan's King Body. Yet through cultivating powerful body refinement techniques, Chu Zhan's physical prowess was equally terrifying. Fists collided with earth-shattering force, sending sparks flying in all directions. "Where did this ant come from, daring to challenge our Divine Fist Sect?" roared the holy son. Accustomed to bullying others, this was the first time their sect had been attacked at home, filling him with unprecedented rage! "Despicable scum, attacking while our ancestors are away! Today I'll crush your skull with my Eight Trigram Divine Fist!" The holy son's eyes bulged with fury as he witnessed his sect master and elders falling in pools of blood. Consumed by rage, he recklessly charged at Chu Zhan. Follow current novels on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net "The Eight Trigram Divine Fist? Excellent—after today, it shall belong to my Chu family!" Chu Zhan's excitement grew, thirsting for such a battle. With a mighty roar, his muscles bulged as he countercharged. Their battle raged from ground to sky, fist radiance interweaving as palm strikes flashed—two Martial Emperors producing the aura of Martial Saints. "Count me in!" Chu Feng joined with a laugh, confronting the sect's other holy sons. Despite only being a Martial King, the wispy black Chaos Qi surrounding him made even Martial Venerables wary. After all, even an incomplete Chaos Divine Body's power wasn't something ordinary martial artists could withstand. The Chu family had invested heavily in developing his physique—the resources spent on him alone surpassed what multiple peers would consume. The results spoke for themselves as he casually swatted away Martial Emperor holy sons. Within moments, several lay dead by his hand before he turned to face a Venerable-ranked elder. "The Chu family? A minor clan like yours produced such genius?" The elder spat blood. "Even in death, I'll drag you down with me!" Initially unaware of their attackers' origin, the sight of the Chu character entwined by a True Dragon on their banners made everything clear. Yet confusion remained—hadn't their ancestors allied with five other Saint-grade forces to eliminate the Chu family? How could they be attacking here? Could the claims about their ancestors' demise be true? Panic spread among the sect's leadership. "You think you can take me down with you? Ridiculous!" Chu Feng scoffed. After a dozen exchanges, recognizing the elder's suicidal charge and swelling body, he summoned a black stele—the Emperor-tier technique inscribed monument Long Yuan had discovered in the Yunxiao Sect's archives. Crafted from Chaos Stone, this formidable spiritual artifact could only be wielded by Chaos Divine Body possessors. The stele expanded midair before crushing the self-destructing elder into paste. With the Heavenly Dragon Abyss Demon Saint participating, the Divine Fist Sect's experts fell like wheat before the scythe. Soon, the sect burned, buildings collapsed, and survivors fled. After plundering their vaults and library, the Chu family eagerly entered the sect's forbidden grounds—home to the Ancient Heavenly Stele. This unremarkable three-zhang gray monument bore no scriptures, only eight simple fist imprints. "This is it?" Chu Zhan marveled at its plain appearance. "It must be! Let's attempt comprehension!" The Chu family sat around the stele, seeking the sect's supreme legacy. Chu Zhan vibrated with excitement—during battle, he'd learned the stele contained the ultimate fist technique mysteries. Even partial comprehension would yield lifelong benefits, while mastering any of its legendary eight styles—"Heaven, Earth, Profound, Yellow, Universe, Primordial, Vast, Wilderness"—the true Eight Trigram Divine Fist—granted entry into Hell's Gate, demonstrating their supreme power. Yet even after millennia of ownership, few Divine Fist cultivators had succeeded. As the Divine Fist Sect fell, four other sacred grounds met identical fates simultaneously, their banners replaced by Chu family standards. Like the Divine Fist Sect, these forces had committed their foundations against Long Yuan. Only the Desolate God Pavilion retained an ancient, declining Martial Saint—but facing Chu Yunling's team reinforced by the Golden Saint Elder, even this proved futile. Thus, five sacred sects standing for millennia completely collapsed, all falling into Chu family hands.