This scene stunned the powerhouses of both realms.
The battle had come swiftly and ended swiftly; victory and defeat were decided in no time, and Sixth Ancestor Jun, renowned through the ages, was slain just like that.
By all reason, at such a realm, one was almost omnipotent and should not have been able to die. Yet the opponent who had killed him was an even higher existence.
Having mastered thirteen forces of transcendence, Ling Xiao now possessed the ability to fight an Ancestor.
"Sixth Ancestor Jun has fallen!"
"How could this be? Ling Xiao killed him—how did this man become so powerful?"
Many living beings still remembered how, last time in the Thousand Autumn Realm, Ling Xiao had been at Sixth Ancestor Jun's mercy, as insignificant as an ant, utterly unable to fight back.
Yet now he had suddenly risen, utterly toppling Sixth Ancestor Jun.
"He has truly come into his own. If the Realm Lord does not emerge, who else can kill him?"
Someone sighed. Without anyone noticing, Ling Xiao had already reached this point.
He was no longer that ant anyone could knead and crush at will.
"This boy cannot be allowed to live. Even if the Realm Lord holds me accountable, I will kill him today!"
The Ancestor of War, who ruled the battlefield of myriad realms, let out a vast Dao voice that seemed to issue from another world.
He strode out of a universe, battle qi surging around him as he swept forward.
All fighting intent, all the profound essence of war from the outer heavens, gathered upon his body.
Wherever there was war, there was the Ancestor of War. He ruled all wars, and all of them were his energy.
As long as war did not cease, the Ancestor of War would not