"Master Wuchen, Marshal Liu, which of you will go first?"
After the three armies had taken their seats, Nie Zhao looked toward the two marshals in the distance and asked with a smile.
"This was Marshal Nie's idea, so naturally Marshal Nie should give us an opening act and warm up the atmosphere."
"Indeed. Benefactor Nie should open the proceedings."
Liu Zheng stroked his chin as he looked at Nie Zhao.
On the other side, a monk dressed in white robes, his head shaved bare and his palms pressed together, revealed a benevolent smile.
"Since you both say so, then I'll warm things up."
"However, I can't warm up this venue by myself."
"I hear the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty's Ancestral Dragon Battle Formation is invincible wherever it goes? As it happens, our Heavenward Imperial Dynasty's Human Ancestor Battle Formation has also been drilled for many years."
"Why not let these two battle formations spar?"
Nie Zhao stroked his chin and smiled faintly.
The moment those words fell, a vast army with an aura rivaling the heavens marched onto the Arena from behind the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty.
This army numbered a full three million.
More than two million were Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, while the rest were Daluo Golden Immortals, along with three first-heaven quasi-Saints leading them.
"War Soul, manifest."
In the next moment, all three million soldiers roared in unison.
Suddenly, an explosive boom rang through the skies.
In an instant.
A towering figure appeared.
It was a white-robed man with a face as gentle as jade and a Long Sword tucked at his waist.
His expression was tranquil as he stood quietly between heaven and earth.
Though he appeared utterly harmless, the aura emanating from him made countless experts deeply wary.
"The Human Ancestor Battle Formation truly is