The Martial Ancestor Hunted the Western Heaven War Emperor for Three Months? Douluo Was Stunned!

"Single-handedly... he stormed the Ancestral Grounds?!"

Listening to the steward, Ning Rongrong felt dizzy, and for a moment, even her breathing stopped.

Although she had been demoted to a menial servant, she had spent some time in the Ice Spirit Clan and naturally understood just how terrifying this Primordial God Clan was.

Never mind anything else-any single guard patrolling this outer plaza could wipe out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

What, then, of those lofty elders and the clan chief?

Just how many sets of guts did that so-called madman have, to dare attack their doorstep alone?

"My lord... why did that madman come to the Ice Spirit Clan to resurrect his wife?"

Ning Rongrong endured the pain in her body and asked in a trembling voice, like a curious child.

She yearned so desperately to hear the stories of such peerless powerhouses, as though merely listening could bring a sliver of comfort to her soul, numbed amid this world of ice and snow.

The steward snorted. Ordinarily, he would have disdained explaining anything to a menial servant from a lower world.

But perhaps the psychological shadow that fissure had left on him ran too deep, or perhaps the hatred and fear everyone in the Ice Spirit Clan felt toward that man were at work.

For once, he actually stopped on the ice, staring at that pitch-black abyss with a complicated look.

"His wife was the reincarnation of the Ice Master from a Lower Plane, a disciple of the Symbol Ancestor."

"Back then, to protect him, she burned her Reincarnation Seal and perished, soul and spirit alike."

A hint of emotion seeped into the steward's voice.

"After that madman ascended to the Great Thousand World, he learned from somewhere that only our Ice Spirit Clan's supreme treasure, the Ice Spirit Stele, could gather the divine soul of ice scattered throughout heaven and earth."

"So he came here alone."

"He wanted to borrow the Ice Spirit Stele?"

Ning Rongrong swallowed and muttered softly.

"The Ice Spirit Clan is a mighty Primordial God Clan. How could it possibly lend its supreme treasure to someone who ascended from a lower world?"

"Exactly. So the clan chief flatly refused him and even sent out the clan's elite, intending to subdue this arrogant lunatic who didn't know how high heaven was or how deep the earth ran."

The steward's expression turned ugly, and even his voice began to tremble.

"But who could have imagined..."

"That fellow wasn't human at all! He was a monster!"

The steward drew a deep breath, as though he had returned to that terrifying day when blood flowed in rivers and glaciers collapsed.

"With his strength alone, he fought all three of our Ice Spirit Clan's Heavenly Sovereign ancestors!"

"That battle drained the color from heaven and earth. Even half the Ice and Snow Divine Palace collapsed!"

"Every strike of the Thunder Staff in his hand summoned thunder from the nine heavens, smashing our Clan Protection Array to pieces!"

"In the end, our three ancestors exhausted every means they had, but still couldn't stop him. Instead, he beat them until they were grievously wounded and vomiting blood, and they could only meekly hand over the Ice Spirit Stele!"

Boom!

Through the Sky Screen, the steward's words exploded across the Douluo Continent like thunder from the nine heavens.

One man had challenged three Heavenly Sovereign ancestors?

And he had even won, forcibly taking their supreme clan treasure!

What hot-blooded, overwhelming might!

"Not only that..."

The steward seemed to have opened the floodgates and continued.

"After that madman borrowed the Ice Spirit Stele and resurrected his wife, the matter should have been settled."

"But just then, that lust-obsessed Western Heaven War Emperor stepped in on our clan's behalf."

"The War Emperor practices one of the Great Thousand World's finest Dual Cultivation Techniques. His favorite pastime is collecting peerless beauties to serve as cultivation furnaces."

"When he saw the resurrected Ice Master's peerless beauty and unique constitution, his lust emboldened him beyond all bounds, and he actually wanted to take her as his consort!"

At the name "Western Heaven War Emperor," many hearts across the Douluo Continent leaped into their throats.

He was a lofty Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign!

"What happened next?" Ning Rongrong hurriedly asked.

"What happened next?"

The steward sneered, his eyes brimming with delight at another's misfortune.

"The Western Heaven War Emperor thought that being a Heavenly Sovereign meant he could toy with that madman who had ascended from a lower world however he pleased."

"But he ended up kicking the hardest iron plate in the entire Great Thousand World!"

"That madman flew into an utter rage, and the Thunder Staff in his hand transformed into the Eight Inconceivable Ancestral Symbols."

"That battle even reversed the flow of the river of stars!"

"Not only did the Western Heaven War Emperor fail to bring the beauty home, he was beaten until he fled like a rat, clutching his head."

"Like a lunatic, that madman carried his Thunder Staff and hunted the Western Heaven War Emperor for three whole months!"

"He chased him all the way from the Far North Ice Plains to the War Emperor Palace on the Western Heaven Continent, nearly tearing apart the War Emperor's lair!"

"If he hadn't hidden himself in the end-and who knows whether some mighty figure intervened to mediate-the mighty Western Heaven War Emperor might have become the first Heavenly Sovereign in the Great Thousand World to be beaten to death by an ascender from a lower world!"

After finishing, the steward let out a long, stale breath.

"And that madman is the supreme titan who has now founded the Martial Realm and stands alongside the Flame Emperor in renown..."

"The Martial Ancestor, Lin Dong!"

As that resounding name fell, the entire Douluo Continent erupted.

"The Martial Ancestor! Lin Dong!"

"That's fucking incredible! Now that's a real man!"

"To resurrect his wife, he challenged three Heavenly Sovereigns and seized a God Clan's supreme treasure!"

"When someone dared covet his woman, he picked up his staff and hunted an Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign for three months, nearly tearing apart the man's lair!"

For a time, countless Soul Masters across the Douluo Continent were set ablaze by that sky-piercing might.

So people who ascended from a lower world could be this powerful!

They could even trample those lofty mighty figures underfoot!

Meanwhile, deep within Sunset Forest.

Inside that secluded valley that never saw sunlight all year round.

"Boom!"

A tremendous crash rang out as the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand smashed heavily into the nearby cliff, shattering the hard rock and sending fragments showering down.

His face, previously filled with gratitude over Ah Yin's rescue, had already turned utterly pale.

"Dual Cultivation Technique, cultivation furnaces..."

"Taking consorts..."

Tang Hao's lips trembled violently. He stared in the direction where the Western Heaven War Emperor had left earlier in the Sky Screen, feeling waves of darkness wash through his head.

"Liars, all liars!"

"That beast! He wasn't saving Ah Yin out of kindness at all!"

"He's keeping Ah Yin and sending someone to teach her cultivation because he definitely wants to use her as a furnace to advance his technique!"

"Once Ah Yin achieves success in cultivation, he'll... he'll ravage her like a beast!"

At the mere thought of Ah Yin's body, as pure and sacred as an immortal's, soon being pinned beneath that War Emperor-gold and jade outside, rotten cotton within-and played with at will.

Tang Hao hurt so badly he could not breathe.

He hated it!

He hated the Western Heaven War Emperor's hypocrisy and shamelessness.

But he hated his own helplessness even more!

"What kind of man am I? What kind of Clear Sky Douluo am I!"

Tang Hao dropped to his knees with a thud, pounding his chest madly with both hands, producing a series of dull thumps.

"I can't even protect my own wife!"

"That Martial Ancestor Lin Dong dared challenge three Heavenly Sovereigns for his wife, dared hunt an Immortal Grade powerhouse for three months!"

"And me? Back then, when Spirit Hall hunted us, I could only watch helplessly as Ah Yin sacrificed herself."

"Now Ah Yin has fallen into a monster's claws, yet I can only hide like a turtle with its head drawn in, here in this sunless valley, raging helplessly at the Sky Screen!"

Tang Hao's tears streamed down, mixed with mucus and muddy water, and he seemed to age ten years in an instant.

How he wished he could be like the Martial Ancestor, carrying his Clear Sky Hammer into the Great Thousand World and fighting to take Ah Yin back.

But he did not dare, nor could he do it.

The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and Great Sumeru Hammer he took such pride in.

Before that Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign, they probably could not even break a single strand of his hair.

"Ah Yin, I'm sorry..."

"I'm useless..."

Elsewhere, on Shrek Academy's training field.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Yu Xiaogang watched Ning Rongrong being kicked by the steward in the Sky Screen and shook his head slightly.

"What did I tell you?"

"If you can't recognize reality, even if you're lucky enough to survive, you're still destined to sweep someone else's floors."

Then Yu Xiaogang adjusted his glasses again and steered the conversation toward the revelations from moments before.

A gleam of wisdom flashed in his eyes as he began holding forth.

"You all heard that just now, didn't you?"

"That Western Heaven War Emperor is a ravenous lecher who practices a Dual Cultivation Technique."

"That explains it. Why would a mighty Immortal Grade powerhouse treat a blade of Blue Silver Grass so well for no reason?"

Yu Xiaogang sneered, as though he had seen through everything.

"That Blue Silver Emperor called Ah Yin probably won't escape."

"The War Emperor is keeping her penned up in the Imperial Garden. Even with wings, she couldn't fly away."

"Once she's raised to a sufficiently high cultivation level, she'll become the War Emperor's furnace and be drained to death."

At this point, Yu Xiaogang sighed, a sense of helplessness seeping into his voice as he said:

"This Blue Silver Emperor doesn't have the Ice Master's good fortune. She doesn't have a Martial Ancestor backing her who dares hunt the War Emperor for three months."

"In that Great Thousand World, without powerful backing, beauty itself is an original sin."

After hearing the Grandmaster's analysis, Xiao Wu, hiding behind Tang San, could not help trembling.

She, too, was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had taken human form.

Xiao Wu felt a sorrow for Ah Yin's plight as though she were experiencing it herself.

Tears shimmered in her large, ruby-like eyes as she clutched the hem of Tang San's clothes.

"Brother San, Sister Ah Yin is so pitiful..."

"Are Soul Beasts really destined to be slaughtered at others' mercy, without even the slightest room to resist?"

A trace of despair colored Xiao Wu's voice.

If one day she, too, were chosen by the Sky Screen, transported to that world, and encountered a demon like the Western Heaven War Emperor.

What would she do then?

Sensing Xiao Wu's fear, Tang San turned around and pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Xiao Wu, don't be afraid."

Tang San's voice was firm and strong as he gently stroked Xiao Wu's long, silky hair.

"As long as I'm here, I'll never let anyone hurt you."

"You're not alone. You have me behind you."

Tang San raised his head and gazed fiercely at the Sky Screen, as though swearing an oath.

"Whatever that Martial Ancestor Lin Dong can do, I, Tang San, can do too!"

"If one day I can also go to the Great Thousand World."

"Whether it's an Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign or a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign."

"If he dares touch a single hair on your head, I, Tang San, will hunt him to the ends of the earth if I must and tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

Tang San's resounding vow sent a warm current surging through Xiao Wu's heart.

She nodded vigorously and buried her head deep in Tang San's embrace.

"Brother San, I believe you."

Watching this heartwarming scene, everyone from Shrek around them was moved by Tang San as well.

Only Zhu Zhuqing, standing in the distance, frowned slightly.

For some reason, she kept feeling that Tang San's oath sounded inexplicably hypocritical and ridiculous.

The Martial Ancestor had earned his fearsome reputation through solid victories, one blow of his staff at a time.

Yet right now, Tang San could only flap his lips here, painting grand feasts no one could eat.

In the Far North, atop a glacier ten thousand years old.

Amid the howling wind and snow.

After the Ice Empress and Snow Empress, those two peerless Ferocious Beasts, heard the steward reveal the Western Heaven War Emperor's dual cultivation secret in the Sky Screen.

The atmosphere between them, previously somewhat heavy with their yearning for the Great Thousand World, suddenly grew a little peculiar.

"Sister Snow..."

The Ice Empress blinked her emerald-green eyes, looking mischievously at the Snow Empress beside her.

"So that seemingly elegant, selfless Lord War Emperor is actually a lecher who practices a Dual Cultivation Technique."

The Ice Empress curled her lips, a teasing note in her voice.

"No wonder he treated that Blue Silver Grass so well. It turns out he coveted her body and wanted to use her as a cultivation cauldron to harvest her essence."

A rare trace of awkwardness crossed the Snow Empress's cold, exquisitely beautiful face.

She gave two dry coughs, trying to conceal her embarrassment.

Just moments ago, she had been full of reverence for this War Emperor, even thinking of becoming his maid.

Thinking back on it now, that would have been like a lamb walking into a tiger's jaws.

"Hmph. Men from the Great Thousand World really are just like those from the Douluo Continent. Not a single one is any good."

The Snow Empress spoke coldly, seemingly regaining the aloof chill of the queen of the Far North.

Yet the Ice Empress did not seem inclined to let her off so easily.

"But, Sister Snow..."

The Ice Empress suddenly leaned close to the Snow Empress's ear and lowered her voice, a hint of temptation in her tone.

"If-and I do mean if."

"If the Western Heaven War Emperor were willing to help you survive your next tribulation lightning at seven hundred thousand years, and even teach you the cultivation methods of the Great Thousand World, letting you shed your beast body completely and attain the Heavenly Sovereign realm."

"And in exchange, he wanted you to give yourself to him and become his dual-cultivation cauldron..."

The Ice Empress's sparkling eyes stared straight at the Snow Empress.

"Sister Snow, would... would you be willing?"

The question froze the Snow Empress to the spot.

The howling cold wind swirled around her, but it could not disperse the turmoil in her heart.

Had anyone dared to ask such an outrageous question half an hour earlier, the Snow Empress would have frozen them into an ice sculpture with a single strike of her palm, without the slightest hesitation.

But now, after witnessing the vastness of the Great Thousand World with her own eyes, after seeing the mighty power of a Heavenly Sovereign, whose words became law and who could reshape heaven and earth.

The Snow Empress's heart wavered.

If she stayed on the Douluo Continent, all that awaited her was tribulation lightning that offered virtually certain death. Sooner or later, she would turn to ash amid this world of ice and snow.

But if she could find shelter beneath a towering tree like the Western Heaven War Emperor.

Though she would nominally be a cultivation cauldron, as long as she could live, as long as she could step into that higher realm and see a wider world.

What would it matter... if I gave myself to him?

Besides, that Western Heaven War Emperor is handsome and imposing, and already stands among the strongest in this world.

Becoming the consort of a man like that hardly seems like a humiliation, does it?

Watching the shifting expressions on the Snow Empress's face, the Ice Empress immediately broke into delighted giggles.

"Oh my, even our queen of the Far North, pure as ice and flawless as jade, is feeling the stirrings of love!"

"You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Humiliated into anger, the Snow Empress flushed crimson across both exquisite cheeks and raised her delicate hand to strike the Ice Empress.

But the Ice Empress nimbly dodged away, laughing as she ran:

"I'm not spouting nonsense!"

"If the War Emperor really could free me from ever fearing tribulation lightning again, forget giving myself to him-even if he wanted me to find new ways to please him every night, I'd be more than willing!"

Two peals of clear, sweet laughter gradually faded into the wind and snow.