On the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty's viewing platform, a soldier swallowed, his voice trembling slightly.
No one answered him.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on that colossal figure stretching across heaven and earth.
It was too powerful.
That pressure alone made countless cultivators' hearts tremble, leaving them desperate to fall to their knees and bow in worship.
Yet upon the Arena, the Human Ancestor Battle Soul remained calm.
The man in white stood quietly there, looking up at the giant dragon that blotted out the sky and covered the sun.
Before the Ancestral Dragon, his figure was as tiny as a speck of dust.
Yet his gaze was as tranquil as an ancient well in a deep pool, without the slightest ripple.
"Kill!"
The three million members of the Myriad Demon Imperial Dynasty's Demon Race roared in unison.
The Ancestral Dragon moved.
It slowly extended a dragon claw.
That claw was large enough to cover an entire city.
Each of its five talons was like a colossal pillar holding up the heavens, while the sharp claws at their tips gleamed with a cold light capable of tearing apart the Void.
The dragon claw descended from the heavens, grasping toward the Human Ancestor Battle Soul.
There was no flashy technique in this strike—only pure power.
Power sufficient to crush stars.
Before the dragon claw had even fallen, the Arena floor began to quake.
The Arena, engraved with dense patterns, actually let out a low hum beneath the claw's pressure, as though it too trembled before that force.
Yet the Human Ancestor Battle Soul still did not move.
He merely looked up at the descending dragon claw, his eyes as calm as ever.
At the instant the dragon claw was about to touch the top of his head!
The Human Ancestor Battle Soul moved.