Dragon Lord Retreats

"You juniors of later generations dare call yourselves Martial Ancestors?"

"Die!"

With a roar, the Martial Lord's Adamantine Rod erupted with terrifying power capable of shaking heaven and earth.

As the rod came crashing down, it was like a golden monkey raising a thousand-jun staff, sweeping clean the dust across ten thousand miles of the heavens.

Boom!

The Chaos Void within a radius of ten thousand miles was smashed to dust by the Martial Lord's strike.

"I am the Martial Ancestor of Humanity. I hereby borrow five hundred years of fortune from the Human Race!"

"With five hundred years of the Human Race's martial fortune, I shall repel this invading Extraterrestrial enemy!"

Facing the Martial Lord's descending rod, Ye Wentian, the Martial Ancestor of Humanity, immediately opened his mouth and swallowed, borrowing five hundred years of the Human Race's Martial Dao fortune as the foundation for his assault on the Martial Lord.

There was no other way.

Though Ye Wentian, the Martial Ancestor of Humanity, was powerful, he was merely an avatar projection summoned by Taiyi from the River of Fate.

Like a source without roots.

Dealing with ordinary Sages was naturally no problem.

But resisting, much less killing, a Sovereign Sage like the Martial Lord from the Fifth Chaos Epoch was beyond his capabilities.

After all, this was only a space-time projection, not his true body descending.

Just as the Martial Lord's Adamantine Rod came down, Ye Wentian, the Martial Ancestor, successfully borrowed the Human Race's martial fortune for the next five hundred years, blocking the Martial Lord's furious strike.

"Now it's my turn!"

After breaking free from the shattered Chaos Void, Ye Wentian, the Martial Ancestor, laughed heartily and charged at the Martial Lord with a clenched fist.

In an instant, the two Sovereigns who both cultivated Martial