"I was wondering who it was. So Myriad Dragon Nest was behind this."
Old Madman showed a look of realization. That made sense now.
Although the Ten Fierce Clans were the most aggressive and bloodthirsty among the myriad races, they could not possibly launch an all-out assault on the hundred sects of the Central Region and point their blades at Merak without knowing the full situation.
Without someone directing them from behind the scenes, without someone backing them, it would have been impossible.
Myriad Dragon Nest, an ancient imperial clan, had just been humiliated by Merak in the Divine Spirit Realm, even losing a direct grandson of a Great Sage in battle. They certainly had reason to incite the Ten Fierce Clans into starting a racial war.
At the center of the storm, the towering figure slowly raised a hand and pointed. A wisp of imperial pressure unique to an ancient Great Emperor flowed from his body, directly forcing back the ten-thousand-zhang True Dragon.
"Roar..."
The True Dragon that stretched from heaven to earth flipped around and returned, transforming back into a string of purple bells that fled into the stern old man's hand. The fleeting aura of an ultimate ancient imperial weapon vanished.
"Hmph!"
Great Sage Gan Lun snorted unhappily and descended to the ground.
At the same time, an ultimate battle axe wreathed in countless strands of primordial aura, radiating the peerlessly terrifying presence of an ancient Great Emperor, hovered silently above Old Madman's head, suppressing heaven and earth.
An ultimate imperial weapon—the Chaotic Ancient Battle Axe!
"Heavens, the rumor that Merak Holy Land possesses an ultimate divine weapon was actually true."
"That battle axe looks like the legendary ultimate divine axe."
"That's right. It's the Chaotic Ancient weapon forged by the Great Emperor of the Northern