The Lord of Light looked at the Devil Ancestor in confusion. What did this fellow mean?
Could he be planning to sacrifice his flesh and blood for the entire Primordial World?
As he puzzled over it, the Devil Ancestor gave him an answer.
"But even if I am the worst of the lot, I still know this: anyone who tries to shatter the peace of the Primordial World will pay, even if I have to stake my life on it."
The Devil Ancestor laughed heartily and charged straight ahead.
He and the Lord of Steel soon came to blows.
Every punch struck flesh, every blow found its mark, as though they were venting all their grievances.
Both stood at the ninth heaven of the Saint Realm, and their understanding of the Great Dao was evenly matched. Thus, as they fought, each suppressed the other, leaving only these outward exchanges for the spectators to see.
"Ugh." Suddenly, the Devil Ancestor grunted. He took a small step back, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
His opponent, by contrast, was full of vigor, positively brimming with energy, as though he might charge forward at any moment and finish the Devil Ancestor off.
Seeing the Devil Ancestor's condition, the Lord of Steel said disdainfully, "Weren't you so impressive just now? Why have you suddenly gone quiet?"
"You've already reached your limit. You might as well die."
He lunged forward, the violent energy surging throughout his body rushing toward his fist.
All his power gathered in his right fist. Then he unleashed it, smashing a heavy blow into the Devil Ancestor's head.
Like a meteor shower, the Devil Ancestor was blasted straight into the Primordial World.
Everyone was stunned by the sight.
How had the Devil Ancestor, who had been