Return of the Mythic Bloodline-Chapter 372: The Ancient Gods of forgotten era

Aethon wasn’t the only one who made a move. The instant he sprinted toward Taranis, Robert vanished from his chair as well, murderous intent blazing in his eyes as he targeted Aethon.

However, just as he was about to leave the tower, Titan appeared before him, blocking his path.

That momentary distraction was enough for Aethon to reach Taranis below.

A booming explosion resounded across the stage a split second after Aethon left the tower.

Everyone’s attention snapped toward the source of destruction.

"If even a scratch appears on Lucifer’s skin, I will slaughter both you and Aeth—" Robert muttered in restrained fury, but his words halted mid-sentence as his gaze shifted downward.

On the stage, Lucifer was still seated atop Ignis, completely unscathed. Beside him, Aethon had been slammed into the ground, a crater of spiderweb cracks spreading outward from his body.

A massive hand with terrifying claws pinned Aethon to the floor. The hand belonged to a mountainous man with long brown hair and the ears of a bear.

"Whom do ya think yer attackin’, brat?" Jambavan muttered, a smirk curling across his face.

"An intruder?" Titan murmured, his eyes narrowing at the unknown man.

"How dare you trespass within the Hundred Sky Mountains?" Titan roared, an intense aura erupting around him.

Just as he was about to unleash his full Soulforce, something cold touched his neck.

"Make a move and your head will roll to the floor, mortal," a deep voice echoed from behind him.

Not once in his long life had anyone managed to sneak up on Titan. He was an Eternal Sage with the strongest physique, crushing opponents through sheer strength alone. He had never known the meaning of fear.

Not until this cold blade touched his neck.

He had sensed nothing. He had not even realized a blade rested against his throat until the intruder spoke. If the assassin had wished, Titan would have died without ever knowing what struck him.

The thought alone sent a chill down his spine.

The strangest part was that neither the assassin behind Titan nor the beastman below had unleashed their Soulforce.

"Strong," Titan muttered inwardly. "These people are strong."

The other Sect leaders, who could clearly see the dual golden and black haired man with piercing golden eyes and tiger-like whiskers standing behind Titan, were stunned to their core.

"Is this an act of war against the Hundred Sky Mountains?" Titan asked, attempting to regain control of the situation.

"Bold of you to say that when you led the Empire’s knight into the mountains," Vyaghra retorted, disgust lacing his voice.

Below, Aethon clenched his fists. His Soulforce surged violently, shattering the ground beneath him as he tried to break free from Jambavan’s grip.

"Oy, stay still or Ay’ll pop yer head," Jambavan muttered. A crimson aura radiated from his body as he forced Aethon even deeper into the ground.

Aethon was at the seventh level of the Eternal Sage Realm, a height barely reached by two digit numbers among billions of cultivators across the Western Continent.

Yet he was being overpowered by an unknown man using nothing but sheer Soulforce pressure.

Aethon felt as though his body was being crushed beneath an insurmountable mountain. The last time he had experienced such oppressive Soulforce was from Voltrex, who had reached the Demi-God Realm.

Where had a man of such terrifying strength suddenly come from?

Jambavan’s Soulforce pressure was directed solely at Aethon. To the Sect leaders in the high tower, his presence felt no different from that of an unawakened individual with not an ounce of Soulforce.

Only beings with absolute control over their power could achieve such a feat.

Everyone instinctively understood that these two intruders were strong. Far stronger than all the Sect leaders combined.

Taranis, now suppressing his fury, rose from Ignis’ chest and walked toward Jambavan with a cold, unreadable expression.

"Thank you," he murmured.

"Don’t say useless stuff, brat," Jambavan scoffed, rolling his eye.

Aurelion, who had been watching the entire situation unfold with eerie calm, slowly rose from his throne.

"Do not think of leaving this place alive now that you have infiltrated the Hundred Sky Mountains."

Though his voice remained calm, the Soulforce intent behind his words was so intense that the very air seemed to freeze as they echoed through the arena.

Even Jambavan and Vyaghra felt the oppressive weight behind those words.

The mountain’s temperature plummeted drastically, turning bone chilling within seconds. Moisture in the air crystallized into snowflakes as Aurelion took a single step forward.

Just as he was about to take another step, a calm female voice echoed across the arena.

"I suggest you do not make any move you might regret later, King Aurelion," said Ume, standing in the air before the tower.

She was the only person in the entire arena who seemed completely unfazed by the Soulforce unleashed by Aurelion.

"Kitsune?" Sylvaris murmured, confusion clouding her face. "Do not stand in the King’s way. Move—"

"Lady Sylvaris, she is not normal," Tartaglia said, pulling her from her daze.

Sylvaris had already realized it when she saw Ume standing unshaken beneath Aurelion’s pressure. She simply did not want to accept that the disciple she had doted upon for the past month was an infiltrator with unknown intentions.

Aurelion’s gaze sharpened as it settled on Ume. In a cold tone, he demanded,

"Do you possess the strength to make me regret—"

"Wait, Father," Nymeria interjected, urgency in her voice. "Look closely at the appearance of these two men."

Until now, everything had unfolded too suddenly for anyone to properly observe Jambavan and Vyaghra. Aurelion, along with the other Sect leaders, shifted their gazes between the two figures.

It took less than a second for Aurelion to realize who they were.

His eyes widened, his lips parting in rare astonishment. Few had ever seen such an expression on his face.

The others soon reached the same conclusion, their eyes widening, mouths falling open in disbelief.

While the stunned silence lingered, Tartaglia was the first to speak.

"Those dual colored hairs, eyes whose gaze alone could pierce through the body, and the tiger-like whiskers upon his face. His appearance absurdly matches that of the Primordial Beast of the Forgotten Era. He is one of the Four Ancient Beast Gods. The God of Hunt and Stealth, Vyaghra."

After a brief pause, his gaze shifted to the mountainous man below.

"He is the same. The God of Strength, Jambavan."

Although everyone had already recognized the two figures, Tartaglia’s words confirmed it beyond doubt. A storm of emotions surged through them.

Respect. Fear. Intimidation.

Yet all those emotions transformed into absolute hopelessness when their gazes shifted to the pink haired woman standing calmly in the air.

If those two were Ancient Beast Gods, then she must be one as well. And likely stronger, since Aurelion’s pressure had not caused her the slightest reaction.

It did not take long for them to deduce her identity.

There was only one among the Four Ancient Beast Gods capable of perfectly concealing her beastly traits in human form.

None dared to speak her name aloud, but they all knew.

They stood before a being who had reached the pinnacle of power that Vyoman could offer.

She was the Nine Tailed Fox.

The Goddess of All Beasts.

Gumiho.