On Qixia Plain, many Primordial Ancestral Kings had spilled their blood and been buried there. Even the Fallen Heaven King, who had reached the pinnacle of the Saint King realm, had been utterly wiped out by the Primordial Human Demon.
Faced with an unstoppable Great Saint of the Human Race, a peerless expert of the Ancient Race had also descended: Great Saint Hun Tuo, whose name had resounded throughout the primordial age.
Is this the god of misfortune who could even talk an immortal to death? Standing behind the Human Demon, Lu Chen looked at the old man blocking the way in front of the many members of the Ancient Race, astonishment stirring in his heart.
He truly was a bizarre, ruthless figure. He scarcely needed to lift a hand; a few words were enough to saddle someone with ill fortune, leaving them dead and their Dao extinguished.
Lu Chen gazed at him from afar. He was an ordinary-looking old man with none of the Ancient Race's distinguishing features. Instead, he resembled a human, like an old villager from the countryside-even his clothes fit that image.
Now, a Great Saint of the Human Race and a Great Saint of the Ancient Race had appeared together on Qixia Plain. Their confrontation shook every human and every member of the Ancient Race, leaving them afraid even to breathe heavily.
In an age when no emperors walked the world, a Great Saint was an absolutely invincible existence, powerful enough to look down upon an entire ancient star and reign supreme over a vast star domain.
Great Saint Hun Tuo's might had shaken the Primordial Era. He had suffered only one defeat in his life, suppressed by a mere flick of his opponent's finger, for that opponent was an invincible, supreme existence—the last to