Scalding blood had stained almost all the pitch-black seawater.
The dense fog cleared away.
Long-absent sunlight pierced the clouds and fell upon the Bronze Giant City, half submerged in the sea.
Vast swathes of blood were etched into the battered, mottled city walls.
The Bronze Giant City silently watched this earth-shaking battle unfold before it, watched the end of the mighty sovereign who had reunited the Emperor Pole Continent after the fragmentation of Great Qian, and...
"The immortals are dead-"
"True Martial shall rise!"
An old man stood upon the black-and-red seawater, his bronze upper body bare, drenched in blood that had dyed even his hair and beard crimson.
He looked at Yang Que's corpse before him, enveloped in blood Qi and barely kept intact, its eyes still bulging furiously, seemingly in disbelief.
The old man suddenly thrust high an arm whose bulging veins twisted like great dragons.
He threw back his head and let out a furious roar, as though venting everything within him!
Above him, the phantom of an enormous tortoise silently coalesced from blood Qi, seemingly roaring at the sky...
As if answering his roar, peals of thunder rang out over the North Sea, followed by a drizzle that had not fallen in a long time.
Accompanying the old man's voice, which sounded like a proclamation to the entire world.
Across the surrounding sea, atop the Bronze Giant City...
Men and women, old and young, emerged, their terror tinged with bewilderment.
Yet the eyes of the aged Fourth Tier True Martial Practitioners shone with devotion and fervor as they looked at the old man!
Everyone unconsciously drew toward the figure amid the waves, turning their eyes upon him...
The next moment.
Earth-shaking cheers finally erupted around the Bronze Giant City!
"True Martial shall rise!"
**"True Martial shall