"Good. Then, thirty years from now, we'll fight at the Black Sea Dam!"
Seeing Xiao Yan agree, Lynn's voice rang through the Martial Realm like a clap of thunder.
Lynn made no attempt to conceal anything and immediately let the news spread.
In an instant, countless ordinary people in Martial Ancestor City who heard Lynn's voice looked up.
The streets erupted in a frenzy.
"That's Lord Martial Ancestor's voice!" In a teahouse, an old man set down his teacup with trembling hands.
"It sounds like Lord Martial Ancestor has challenged someone to a duel?" A young man clenched his fists.
"Lord Martial Ancestor is a god. With the three gods of the Azeron Continent nowhere to be seen, who could fight him?" asked a mercenary carrying a greatsword, his face puzzled.
"It must be another god..." A drunk belched.
The people around him shot him a look. Someone muttered under their breath, "Obviously..."
"But in thirty years, at the Black Sea Dam, we might get to witness a battle between gods in our lifetime!" someone exclaimed, visibly excited.
At those words, many in the crowd looked tempted.
But the next moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a mercenary doused their enthusiasm.
"Heh. Even a battle between Saint Domains could easily cost us our lives. A battle between gods... Heh, I, for one, wouldn't dare watch!"
"Lynn sure knows how to make a splash!"
Roger, who had been keeping an eye on Xiao Yan and Lynn, stroked his beard and chuckled.
"Since that's the case, I'll give you another hand!"
Roger's eyes flickered. His lips moved, and a voice suddenly rang in the ears of many Ascetics of the South Sea who had reached Saint Domain.
"A battle between gods?"
"The Black Sea Dam?"
One cry of astonishment after another