"The Martial Ancestor has returned?"
Inside Martial Extreme City.
Watching dozens of Dawn Archbishops flee in panic, all the Qi Blood Martial Artists were utterly confused.
It wasn’t until they heard the discussions and exclamations from the Dawn army that they finally understood.
"Could he really be the Martial Ancestor?"
All the Qi Blood Martial Artists gazed up unbelievingly at the figure standing in mid-air, guessing incredulously.
Though Lu Yuan had been gone for over ten thousand years, thanks to Tao Yaoyao’s tireless promotion and efforts,
His legendary deeds had not been forgotten.
Instead, with the passage of time, they became well-known, even three-year-old children could recite them fluently.
As for those high-level strong individuals from the Martial Extreme Daoist School, they knew much more undisclosed secrets.
Thus, they understood more than ordinary people what the four words ’The Martial Ancestor Returns’ truly meant!
"Master Yao Yao was right; the Martial Ancestor wouldn’t die. He is indeed still alive, and truly has returned!"
"The Martial Ancestor was once invincible in the world, dominating an era, and now he has returned, surely he can lead us to rise again!"
"Sadly, Master Yao Yao and others didn’t live to see this day. So many brothers died, not at the hands of Fierce Beasts, but by their own people!"
All the Qi Blood Martial Artists felt a sourness in their hearts, the humiliation and injustice they suffered over the years turned into tears pouring out, wetting their eyes.
"Clatter!"
Immediately.
Those high-level members of the Daoist School, along with other Qi Blood Martial Artists, knelt on one knee, using all their strength, shouted hoarsely.
"Pass the flame, the Human Race shall endure forever!"
"Please, Lord Martial Ancestor, restore the glory of the Martial Dao!"
They roared furiously, their voices like rolling thunder, echoing across the entire world, moving Lu Yuan deeply.
"I came back late, I’m sorry to Yao Yao and them."
"Rest assured, the vengeance of a hundred generations will be paid in blood; I will use their blood to honor the disciples of the Daoist School."
Lu Yuan said in a low voice, slowly.
As soon as the words fell.
The whole world became deadly silent, almost as if frozen, even Time stopped flowing.
Then.
Time reversed, years flowed backward.
Those Dawn Archbishops who had originally fled millions of miles away, at this moment, their bodies stiffened, uncontrollably flying back, appearing instantly at the original place.
As if they had never left at all!
"We’re back again?"
"He can actually manipulate the Time Law; what kind of means is this?"
All the Dawn Archbishops were terrified to death, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Their power was comparable to Ninth-Grade Peak Strong Persons, considered top-tier in the Martial Arts World.
Yet the methods Lu Yuan displayed at this moment exceeded their understanding and imagination!
"Bang bang bang!"
The next moment.
All the Dawn Archbishops had no time to say anything before their bodies abruptly exploded.
Like blooming fireworks, turning into a rain of blood, directly dyeing the entire sky red.
"Crash!"
The blood rain fell from the sky, drenching the faces of all the Forbidden Guard Army, instilling in them a chill that pierced from their tailbones up to their skulls.
Dozens of Dawn Archbishops died just like that?
Without a hint of resistance.
It was as if for Lu Yuan, crushing them was easier than crushing dozens of ants.
And judging by the overwhelming murderous intent emanating from Lu Yuan, they would be next!
Not only the millions of Dawn Forbidden Guard.
Even all the Qi Blood Martial Artists who witnessed this were shocked, dumbfounded.
They knew the Martial Ancestor was powerful.
But they never imagined, even in their wildest dreams, that the Martial Ancestor would be this unfathomably strong.
To kill Ninth-Grade Peak Strong Persons as easily as slaughtering chickens, a feat effortless as breathing!
Meanwhile.
Billions of kilometers away from this place.
In the Dawn Church Headquarters, inside a magnificent temple.
A benevolent-faced old man in a sackcloth robe held Scriptures, leading thousands of cultists in daily prayer.
But at the moment those dozens of Dawn Archbishops perished.
The old man seemed to sense something; his hands trembled, and the Scriptures he held fell to the ground!
Yet he seemed oblivious, but with a horrified expression, looked toward the direction of Martial Extreme City.
As if he could span the endless distance and see everything happening on the battlefield.
And Lu Yuan also sensed his probing, lightly glanced up at him.
Just one glance.
The sackcloth old man couldn’t withstand such a terrifying power of Divine Thought; his head burst like a smashed watermelon.
Under the horrified gaze of the thousands of cultists.
The illustrious Dawn Pope turned into a headless corpse, fell heavily in the pool of blood!
"Your Dawn Pope, is but so."
Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, looked at the millions of Forbidden Guards, coldly said.
With the death of the sackcloth old man.
All the hearts of the Dawn cultists suddenly felt an unprecedented acute pain, like being pricked by ten thousand silver needles into a sieve.
The pain was so intense they couldn’t breathe, nearly fainting on the spot.
Because they had long devoted their loyalty and everything unreservedly to the Dawn Pope.
Once the Dawn Pope fell, they too would suffer great damage!
"How is this possible!"
"Even the Pope is dead, have we truly been abandoned by God?"
At this moment.
All the Dawn cultists were in deep mourning, plunged into unprecedented despair and pain,
Not even the death of their own parents could make them this grieved.
"No!"