Qixia Plain had now become a battlefield where the Human Race confronted the Primordial Myriad Races. Jiang Taixu stood peerless in his splendor; the moment he appeared, he slew five Primordial Ancestral Kings with mere gestures.
Just as the two remaining Primordial Ancestral Kings were about to fall as well, peerless figures of the Ancient Race appeared and forced Divine King Jiang back.
"Hahaha... the Human Race has finally produced a halfway decent expert!" Unrestrained laughter rang out, shaking heaven and earth. Space rippled and surged like a painted scroll.
Two Ancient Kings appeared at the far end of the sky. Their magical power surged to the heavens, and their essence, energy, and spirit roared like a divine sea, engulfing the entire world.
Both Saints were domineering, their gazes sharp as hawks and wary as wolves. They seemed like two deities descended into the mortal world, looking down upon all beneath heaven.
One was laughing, the sound booming like a divine drum in the heavenly court. It shook the surroundings to pieces, and the earth nearly sank beneath it. One glance at this godlike, demonic figure made it clear that the newcomer bore ill intent.
The many humans on Qixia Plain drew sharp breaths. Five Ancestor Kings of the Ancient Race had just been slain, yet now two more had appeared-and they looked even stronger. Otherwise, how could they have forced Divine King Jiang back?
"Two Saint Kings!" Lu Chen's eyes grew grave. He knew that the peerless experts of the Ancient Race were beginning to appear.
He knew that the Saint Realm was divided into nine minor steps. The next major realm beyond it was Saint King, which also had nine minor stages.
The two Ancestor Kings of the Ancient Race who had just appeared had probably advanced quite