Wang Ao embodied a power in the martial world that transcended all ages, just as the Emperor Devil Lord did in the Devil World—existing as one who naturally crushed all beneath him.
Through all of antiquity to the present, no martial artist had ever stood higher than him.
Perhaps there would be one in the future, perhaps there would not. For he was still climbing higher.
With one punch each, he blasted back those Dao Derivation experts of the foreign races, whose savage reputations were known far and wide, sweeping the martial world clean and vast.
He did not even give Shan Tan, Mi Zhiben, and the others a chance to speak.
He would not let them strike back, nor would he let them talk back.
Yet in a sense, Mi Zhiben and the others had also achieved their aim, leaving no regrets.
The merit of opening the path to recommend a Transcendence was scattered by Wang Ao's punch, drifting between heaven and earth before dispersing among martial artists throughout the world.
The first eternal being in the history of Martial Dao failed to achieve immediate fruition.
Perhaps in the Emperor Devil Lord's eyes, Wang Ao—whose majestic bearing had made him cry out, "The Martial Ancestor's spirit!"—would be far more threatening in his future achievements than a Martial Dao Transcendence elevated by merit.
But Mi Zhiben's plan from the very beginning had only been to prevent Wang Ao from transcending.
Now that Wang Ao had given it up himself, that counted as... stopping him, didn't it?
The changes of all things growing in the martial world manifested in every corner of The Present World. The will of martial men across the world also stirred the surging tides of the martial world.
At the absolute summit of Martial Dao, Wang Ao