During a certain period in primordial times, terrifying Saint Spirits had appeared between heaven and earth, throwing heaven into chaos and shaking the land. The Ancient Emperor's Sons of Primordial Lake had emerged one after another to suppress them, only to fall in the Dark Turmoil.
Thus, Yuan Gu, Yuan Huang's eighth-generation descendant, had been chosen and nurtured to attain the Dao in this lifetime. Now that he had died in defeat, Primordial Lake, a Primordial Imperial Clan, was utterly enraged.
Now, seven Primordial Ancestral Kings had appeared in succession, yet none belonged to Primordial Lake. They intended to crush Ye Fan, the Human Sacred Body, making it clear that this was far more than a simple matter of vengeance.
In truth, the many clans of the Ancient Race were using this as a pretext to continue the halted Myriad Races Gathering and probe the Human Race's strength once more.
"What, a grand Primordial Imperial Clan like Primordial Lake can't stomach losing after its younger disciple was defeated in a fair fight?"
Lu Chen spoke coldly, his gaze piercing as an incomparably powerful aura erupted from him, meeting the might of the Primordial Ancestral Kings head-on.
The Barbarian Race's Black Tortoise Demon Saint also grew to the height of a man, a pitch-black shell on his back, and stood in front of Ye Fan.
The people of Primordial Lake were furious. Their Ancestor King also seethed with towering killing intent, staring coldly at Ye Fan, Lu Chen, and the Black Tortoise without saying a word.
Instead, the other seven Ancestor Kings seemed eager to avenge Yuan Gu's death and slowly pressed forward.
"An Imperial Son-level prodigy and a Demon Saint of this age. Your strength is indeed formidable. Today, we will test it ourselves!"
"With just the two of you,