Heaven's Way imposed its suppression within the Secret Realm. With Ancestor Tianhe's current cultivation, the power he could wield was severely limited. Though he could not understand why that fellow holding a Bamboo Knife, whose smile made him gnash his teeth with hatred, remained unfettered, he was certain the man was a disciple of the True Martial Sect.
There was not the slightest ripple of primordial energy when this fellow attacked, exactly like Meng Xinghe all those years ago.
Back then, Ancestor Tianhe had rampaged through the martial world, committing countless atrocities, until Meng Xinghe, sect master of the True Martial Sect, struck him down into the Dragon Gate Rapids. Only the rare treasure he carried had allowed him to escape with his life.
Ever since, his fear of Meng Xinghe had run bone-deep. Only Meng Xinghe could have trained such a freak.
At that moment, Ancestor Tianhe fixed on a single thought: kill He An first.
Of the three, He An's Spirit-Shocking Finger frightened him most. The power of the finger strike that had grievously wounded him last time still left his heart trembling.
Though he now had a rare treasure at his side, his cultivation realm had fallen. He could not guarantee he could withstand that terrifying blow, so he had to eliminate this youngster and cut off any future danger.
At the thought, Ancestor Tianhe's attacks grew fiercer. Immensely powerful true qi spilled outward, Silver Radiance flowing through his palm and winding around his entire body like little snakes. Every movement sent sand flying and stones tumbling, stirring up billowing dust that made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.
A Bamboo Knife appeared in the dust, circling around He An. That utterly detestable fellow's movements were impossible to predict, darting left and right, even risking his