Three Martial Gods of the Through-Ancient Dynasty hovered in the air, their gold-patterned battle robes snapping in the wind. The pressure radiating from them crushed down on everyone like the sky itself had fallen.
Their power had long surpassed the limits of a Martial Deity. They stood above every Martial Dao expert on Blue Star, and every glance carried the cold arrogance of someone looking down on ants.
They looked at the surrounded King of All Gods below, then at China's ten Martial Deities. Their voices were cold and contemptuous, devoid of emotion.
"Tiny Blue Star. A pack of insignificant mortal Martial Artists dared defy the Through-Ancient Dynasty's decree and kill its Guardian Envoy. You deserve ten thousand deaths."
"Ten Martial Deities. You have some talent, I'll grant you that. But you failed to recognize where you stood. Today, we'll wipe you all out as a warning to others."
The Martial Gods' words left the entire gathering deathly silent. Everyone was so shaken by that supreme pressure that they barely dared to breathe.
The ten Martial Deities of China looked grim as they drove the Ten-Direction God Suppression Array at full strength. Yet under the auras of the three Martial Gods, even the battle array faintly trembled. They knew the gulf between their strength was as vast as a chasm between heaven and earth.
The King of All Gods stumbled down behind the three Martial Gods, his face full of fawning relief. He hurriedly bowed. "Thank you for saving me, my lords! I'm willing to fight to the death for you and help you suppress China's Martial Dao!"
Just as the three Martial Gods prepared to strike and crush everyone from China—
A soft snort suddenly rang out. The voice sounded languid, yet held the calm detachment of one who