Capítulo 1249: Chapter 544: Supre Blood Battle Concludes (Part 3)
“You bastards!”
Not all the old seniors buried in the Ice Mountain are of high morality and integrity, such as so of those sent in within the last four hundred years.
If we trace back, they might be one of the main roots of corruption.
At this mont, so of them lie silently in ice coffins, wishing to bide their ti; it would be great if they could endure through this great battle, after all, they are still “young” and haven’t decayed at all.
However, the administrators of these old factions, eager to render ritorious service and avoid future reckoning, are nearly all present and have begun calling nas according to the clan genealogy.
“Fifteenth Ancestor, co on out, I personally sent you in back then. Your condition must be excellent, hurry and contribute to the family!”
“Damn it!” So of the old seniors lying in their coffins were trembling with anger.
“You truly are descendants taught by !”
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In this era, the administrators of these old factions were personally taught by those corrupt “main roots”, and thus are quite familiar with the state and mind of their ancestors.
In fact, they are even more adept at this domain of struggle than those ancestors who first fell into corruption.
In front of the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain, every aspect of human nature is on display.
A crowd digs up ancestors, urging them to take action, truly a spectacle for Qin Ming, Bai ng, and others.
Indeed, within the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain, not all are True Gods from the skies or Sevenfold Sun Overlayers; there are also ancient peerless warriors from the ground.
For instance, right now, a man has voluntarily stepped out, once a supre warrior from the earth.
He is an elderly man with traces of elegance, wearing a fluttering white robe, his skin dull, and what was once a handso face now covered in wrinkles, with gray-white hair draped loosely.
He gazed at the night sky and softly sighed, “Once, I was hailed as the strongest Divine Seed of my era; so praised , while others cursed as a dog chained by the Tao. Glory or disgrace, my life has passed thus. Clear-headed or muddled, it’s still a lifeti; let the rits and derits fly away with the wind.”
He stepped forward with an increasingly formidable aura and declared, “All my traces in this world will vanish today, so what does it matter? Raise my Heavenly Blade, and lop off your dog heads!”
With a loud roar, his entire being exploded in divine light, his Dharma Form terrifying, imdiately becoming as tall as a mountain, standing throughout heaven and earth, charging into the Silver Sea, splitting half of the vast Wang Yang with his Heavenly Blade.
At that mont, his overpowering presence was unparalleled, fearing nothing, burning all his spirirt, and unleashing his most powerful Sword Intent, which was his life itself.
It is hard to judge these ancients; just as he said, so praise, others curse, glory or disgrace, all will be gone with the wind in this battle.
Despite the curses, those ancestors being called out still took the field, whether willing or not, they had no choice.
If they proactively took action, they could maintain so dignity.
There are naturally unwilling participants in such a blood battle, which is human nature, as not everyone is a towering hero.
No matter what, they eventually went to contribute, judged by actions not intentions, they were recognized by all sides.
The Golden List was sowhat weakened but still chose to bolster the top powerhouses.
“I didn’t expect to truly wait for this era! Prolonging a half-living existence, what aning does it have? I persisted until now just to unleash one final supre strike!”
A burly man stepped forward, carrying a Big Hamr, with billions of electric strands enveloping him, charging out with hamr in tow, plunging into the Abyss.
An elderly couple revived, looked at each other, both with affectionate smiles, and the man gently gathered the woman’s white hair from her forehead to one side.
“Wrinkles don’t look good,” the woman whispered.
The elderly man shook his head and said, “No, in my eyes, no other Immortal Above the Nine Heavens compares to you; you are always the most beautiful.”
Many people watched silently; though so found it cheesy, they understood it was their last act of intimacy.
Indeed, they gazed tenderly at each other, and then instantly grew solemn, joining forces as they charged into the Silver Sea.
Amidst the rumbling sound, two splendid Heavenly Fires burned brightly in the Silver Sea until both extinguished themselves permanently.
The supre civilization blood battles were exceedingly brutal, with both the Heavenly Clan, Abyss Civilization, and the side of Yujing deploying their foundations, paying in blood and lives.
“If this continues, other supre civilizations in Yewu World will take advantage. Do you want to continue?” The Heavenly Clan beca sowhat anxious, not expecting their opponents to be so resilient, difficult to wear down.
“You owe us compensation!” the Golden List declared.
Amid the Silver Sea, many mixed male and female angry voices erupted: “You are all bluster, not realizing that Yujing is gone, while our ‘Sky City’ still stands tall in Outer Heaven. Do you dare provoke Sky City’s wrath? You cannot bear it!”
From the tattered vast Abyss, an ancient but powerful voice also spoke: “Our ‘Ancestral Abyss’ remains. After losing Yujing, what do you have to fight with? You dare demand compensation.”
The Golden List responded, “Yujing will naturally reappear. Your Sky City and Ancestral Abyss may also find it hard to erge again, so if you weren’t cautious, you wouldn’t have co to probe.”
“Then let us continue fighting!”
The Heavenly Clan and Abyss Civilization have always been domineering, intending to retreat, desiring only a piece of flying land, but the other side refused, and demanded their war compensation.
“There’s sothing wrong with this plot of flying land; they are likely after more than just the rare minerals here.” The Golden List and several old monsters grew suspicious.
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