The Three Great Ancient Race Prodigies

Chen Fan moved.

He strolled out with an air of leisure, each step seemingly tracing the very fabric of the universe, ignoring the barriers of space, and instantly appeared before a king bound by chains.

Then, he pointed with one finger.

The fear in the emperor's eyes froze, and his massive body, starting from his brow, turned to ashes inch by inch.

In his second move, he appeared behind another emperor and unleashed a punch.

An ordinary fist, yet containing the weight of a universe, directly pulverized the emperor and his Dao Fruit into the most primitive particle stream.

Step 3...

Step 4...

Zhan Wuji, Sword Master, and Martial Fool were completely numb to what they were seeing.

They watched helplessly as those peak emperors who had once driven them to the brink of defeat, each capable of fighting them for days to a standstill, now appeared as vulnerable as infants before that black-clad youth.

Each strike was accompanied by a deafening roar.

Each deafening roar signified the complete demise of a supreme ruler who had dominated for countless eras.

Final.

When Chen Fan appeared before the last Bone Emperor, the latter had completely given up resisting, staring intently at the boy who had turned mythology into reality with his empty eye sockets.

With a single palm strike, Chen Fan pinned him, along with his final roar, to the cold Void.

The entire Star Domain returned to silence.

Apart from the three Human Race predecessors who were already beyond shocked, there was not a single other Alien Races standing.

Chen Fan stood in the center of the dust of laws left behind after the fall of the fourteen emperors, his black clothes fluttering, his body spotless.

He slowly turned around and looked at the three seniors Zhan Wuji.

That chilling killing intent, capable of freezing galaxies and making gods and demons tremble, receded like the tide as spring snow melted away.

Instead, humility and respect belong to the younger generation of Human Race.

He bowed respectfully to the three of them and spoke calmly.

"Seniors, all the troublesome fellows have been cleared away."

Chen Fan's voice was calm and even, without the slightest ripple, as if he had simply brushed the dust off his shoulder.

But these seemingly ordinary words were like a thunderclap to the ears of Zhan Wuji, the Sword Master, and the Martial Fool!

The three of them stiffly turned their necks, looking around at this desolate Star Domain.

Those fourteen once invincible Alien Races emperors who had driven them to the brink of destruction have now left not even a single intact bone. Only the scattered dust of laws remains, silently recounting the massacre that had just taken place—a massacre that could only be described as a miracle.

Is it clean...?

The three exchanged a glance, their Adam's apples bobbing. In each other's still-horrified pupils, they saw an uncontrollable flame of ecstasy!

"Haha... haha! Good! It's been cleaned up perfectly!"

Zhan Wuji broke the deathly silence first; his rough and unrestrained laughter made the surrounding Stars debris tremble.

He strode up to Chen Fan, patted his large, fan-like hand heavily on his shoulder, and his tiger-like eyes were filled with indescribable admiration and comfort.

With you by our side, how can our Human Race not prosper in the future! How can we not make this era glorious!

Faced with the heartfelt praise from his senior, Chen Fan's previously chilling, demonic aura had completely dissipated. He slightly turned his body to avoid Zhan Wuji palm strike and bowed respectfully.

"Our predecessors fought and bled for the Human Race; I was merely doing my duty."

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the end of that Void, where the call from the Heart of the Universe grew ever clearer.

"This place is not safe to linger. An opportunity lies ahead, and I request that you three seniors accompany me."

This humble and unassuming demeanor, this clear and insightful Dao Heart, earned the increasing admiration of the three seniors.

"Good!"

Zhan Wuji nodded emphatically, saying no more.

Without further delay, the four transformed into four divine rainbows piercing through the Void, tearing through layers of space, and rapidly sped towards the supreme source of the summons from the ends of the earth.

The vast galaxy recedes beneath my feet, Law Turbulence like a gentle breeze on my face.

However, as he got closer to the core of that Origin Source river, the ecstatic look on Zhan Wuji's face gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

He suddenly spoke in a deep voice, which resonated in the Divine Souls of the three.

"Chen Fan, although you possess unparalleled power to suppress, and even slaughter, those of the same level, do not be careless!"

"Those emperors just now, though hailed as the pinnacle, were not the true pinnacle of this universe."

Upon hearing this, even the usually silent Sword Master and the arrogant Martial Fool Fanatic became extremely serious.

Chen Fan's gaze sharpened, and he listened intently.

Zhan Wuji's voice echoed with a heavy tone.

"Those who could truly rival our Human Federation throughout the ages, and even oppress us to the point of being unable to raise our heads in certain eras, have always been only three races— the Three Great Ancient Races!"

"Demon Race, Immortal Race, God Race!"

"These three races possess unfathomable depths, with countless ancient monsters slumbering within them, beings that survived from countless eras past. On the surface, each race boasts no fewer than seven or eight beings at the Beyond the Ninth Tier, making them... the true greatest threat to our Human Race!"

Zhan Wuji a deep breath and took the lead in mentioning one of the clans.

" Among the God Race, there is a supreme ruler who calls himself the Imperial Son. Legend has it that he is a direct descendant of an ancient God Emperor of the God Race, born with the power to wield the Order Divine Law, and none among his peers can rival him."

A flicker of lingering fear flashed in his eyes.

"I once had a brief encounter with him. He only needed to unleash his Divine Kingdom domain; within that domain, he was the sole rule, his words becoming law, and all laws retreating in his wake."

"In his territory, my combat power was suppressed by more than 90%, and even throwing a punch became extremely difficult. If I hadn't escaped quickly, I probably would have perished long ago!"

"Good."

The Sword Master, who was usually calm and collected, picked up the conversation. A hint of apprehension appeared on his usually expressionless face.

" Among the Immortal Race, there is also an Immortal Lord Yaoguang. Her sword can no longer be called a sword."

The Sword Master's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Her swordsmanship has reached the supreme realm of being formless and shapeless, where only the Dao endures. A single strike does not harm the physical body or damage the Divine Soul, but directly strikes your past and future, severing your causal destiny."

The last to speak was the Martial Fool.

His eyes, which were always burning with fighting spirit, now held a rare, complex emotion, a mixture of fear and fervor.

"And there's Moro from the Demon Race!"

"That's a complete madman!"

The Martial Fool licked his chapped lips.

"He abandoned all fancy Daoist techniques and tempered his physical body to an unbelievable extreme. Rumor has it that he once crushed the very will of the universe with his bare hands in a nascent cosmos!"

"His power is pure, Power of the End, capable of destroying all laws with a single force!"

After they finished speaking, all three fell silent and looked at Chen Fan in unison.