Time flew like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, three days quietly passed.
Within East Source Blessed Land.
Everyone had gone from the fear and panic at the Foreign Race's renewed attack, to the shock of Lu Chuan wiping out the invaders by his own strength.
By now, they had completely calmed down.
Only, some people would still raise their heads from time to time and glance at that figure hovering outside East Source Blessed Land, sitting cross-legged high in the sky.
Their eyes were filled with reverence.
It was precisely because of Lu Chuan that East Source Blessed Land had remained safe and sound.
With one man's strength, he had crushed the Foreign Race's second assault; once again, their entire army had been annihilated, not even chickens or dogs left alive.
One had to know.
Among them had been a high-tier High-God.
Such strength and such battle achievements had already spread throughout the entire Human Race, and reached the Hundred Clans of the Heavens.
It stirred up surging waves that towered to the sky.
"That Lu Chuan of the Human Race has fully come into his own. Even the Lord of Taiyin died at his hands."
"That was a high-tier High-God! And he just fell like that."
"Lu Chuan of the Human Race has already become a grave threat. This child must die, or else the initiative between us and the Human Race will be completely lost."
Among the Hundred Clans of the Heavens, their attitude toward Lu Chuan was surprisingly unanimous.
Everyone had already realized one thing.
Lu Chuan was too strong.
This peerless monstrous genius of the Human Race, one not seen in a million years, was no longer a junior in their eyes.
He was a formidable overlord who could stand on equal