The last wishes of the dead.
Should not be mocked.
Much less scorned.
Why could the Human Race not reach its zenith again?
If this path of following a rising dragon had to be stained red with blood.
Then he, Wu Teng.
Would be the first to take it!
Wu Teng.
The son of Wu Kai and a widow from Snow Locust Village!
His talent was unparalleled.
The student had surpassed the master!
Only middle-aged.
He had already entered the King Realm.
Now.
He stood at the Third-Level King Realm.
Wu Kai had come from the military.
Loyalty to his homeland was carved into his very bones.
From childhood, he had taught Wu Teng.
The greater good came first!
"Commander Wu Teng, don't be rash!"
"There are too many demons there! You're no match for them!"
All the kings were shocked.
None had expected.
Wu Teng to charge over just like that!
"Who says our Human Race will never know glory again?"
Wu Teng roared, his long saber cleaving down fiercely. Endless frost emerged, condensing into a blade that reached the heavens and slashed savagely at a Horse Demon bathed in fiery radiance.
"The power of frost?"
The Horse Demon was horrified. Never had he expected Wu Teng to possess the power of frost.
The power of frost.
Was the natural bane of Fire Demons!
Splat!
The terrifying, ten-meter-tall Horse Demon hastily threw a punch. His millstone-sized fist was clad in a crimson gauntlet as brilliant as fire. The force of his punch surged, shattering the void!
In the end.
By catching his enemy off guard.
Wu Teng severed the Horse Demon's neck with a single slash.
But his own chest took a vicious punch as well.
His flesh shattered.
A massive hole was blasted through his chest!
"You human