A river of blood shot into the sky. Countless corpses scattered like a mass grave erupting before everyone’s eyes.

Some people vomited on the spot. The scene was simply too overwhelming. Seeing so many people die from a single strike, so brutally, was beyond what many could handle.

Even Zhao Zhoutian frowned.

“What a heavy killing intent.”

“Second Grandpa, I feel like throwing up the tea I just drank,” Zhao Danyang said. “Looks like the True Martial Sacred Ground really brought someone ruthless this time.”

Zhao Zhoutian muttered in thought, “Who could it be? Could it be one of the survivors from the great battle back then?”

He couldn’t figure it out, but the sight of ten billion soldiers dying in a few minutes was shocking enough to leave anyone speechless.

Even inside the palace, the Paragon Dragon Sovereign suddenly stood up from the mirror he was watching.

As for Xiao An’an, she finally finished off the Tiger-Dragon Beast. Wielding the True Martial Sword, she burst forward like a blazing rainbow. After several consecutive strikes, the beast’s tiger head was severed.

The dragon head let out a painful roar, but the next moment, Xiao An’an kicked it in the skull, sending the entire beast flying.

It crashed into the city wall, collapsing a huge section of it. The nearby citizens fled in fear.

Xiao An’an landed, showing no mercy. She plunged her blade into the dragon head. The Tiger-Dragon Beast cried out a few times before collapsing into a pool of blood.

High above, National Preceptor Situ, locked in combat with the Willow Ancestor, paused when he saw this. The two separated.

His eyes reddened with rage. The Ancient Dragon Army had been annihilated by Xu Zimo with a single strike.

Those soldiers were his cultivation, his life’s work, each one handpicked and trained.

National Preceptor Situ roared, his eyes about to tear open.

“True Martial Sacred Ground! From this moment on, our feud is to the death!”

“So what?” the Willow Ancestor replied.

National Preceptor Situ snorted. He knew he was at a disadvantage; he didn’t cling to the fight and immediately retreated toward the palace.

…

Xiao An’an and the Willow Ancestor returned through the air to Xu Zimo’s side.

“Ancestor, that National Preceptor Situ definitely went to fetch reinforcements,” the Willow Ancestor said. “There are still plenty of old monsters alive in the Ancient Dragon God-Empire. They’re not weak.”

“It’s fine. Let’s enter the city,” Xu Zimo waved. “We’ll push straight to the imperial palace, drag out their emperor, and hang his head over the city gate.”

Xiao An’an respectfully pushed Xu Zimo’s wheelchair toward the gate.

The surrounding civilians were not harmed.

…

As Xu Zimo’s group moved through the city, many people held their breath until the group passed by.

“Who are these people? I’ve never seen them before.”

“That one in front should be the Sect Master of the True Martial Sacred Ground, Wang Hengzhi. I’ve seen him before.”

“And the one who fought National Preceptor Situ should be their only surviving ancestor, the Willow Ancestor.”

“But who’s the young man in the wheelchair? They all seem to treat him with great respect.”

“Never seen him. Looks young. Maybe the True Martial Sacred Ground has gained the support of some major power, that’s why they dare challenge the Ancient Dragon God-Empire.”

The crowd whispered among themselves. None recognized Xu Zimo, but it was obvious he was the one leading.

On Zhao Danyang’s side, he asked, “Second Grandpa, you’ve traveled widely. Do you know which ancestor of the True Martial Sacred Ground that is?”

Zhao Zhoutian shook his head. He turned to the nearby Zhao Qing and said, “Qing’er, I have a task for you. You must complete it.”

Zhao Qing nodded quickly and left.

…

As the group of the True Martial Sacred Ground headed toward the palace, many citizens, though frightened, followed out of curiosity since the group wasn’t harming innocents.

Zhao Zhoutian and several others followed as well.

Ancient Dragon City was vast beyond measure and divided into an outer city and an inner city. The gate Xu Zimo entered was the outer city, where the common people lived.

Inside the outer city was another walled district, that too called the outer city by the nobility, where nobles, ministers, and generals resided. It was the most prosperous area.

When Xu Zimo’s group arrived, soldiers lined the inner city walls, tense and ready.

The gate’s commanding officer shouted nervously, “S-Stop right there! This is the royal restricted zone! Entry is forbidden!”

“Is the Ancient Dragon God-Empire so short on people that they send ants like you out?” Xu Zimo said with a laugh.

The Willow Ancestor looked at the millions of soldiers above and instantly transformed into a giant Heavenly Willow Tree. His branches swept across the wall.

Millions of soldiers were sent flying. Another massive branch smashed into the inner city gate, shattering it.

With him clearing the way, the group effortlessly advanced straight to the imperial palace.

The Ancient Dragon God-Empire’s palace was indeed magnificent. Gold, agate, and jade were everywhere. Dragon statues coiled around pillars, dragons clearly being the nation’s totem.

Within just a few hundred meters, they passed more than a dozen dragon sculptures.

Finally, before the Golden Throne, the Paragon Dragon Sovereign sat high upon the dragon throne, waiting for them.

Generals and ministers stood around him. Of course, none of them mattered. Only the Paragon Dragon Sovereign and National Preceptor Situ held any weight here.

“A guest from afar, is that not delightful?” the Paragon Dragon Sovereign said with a light smile. “But uninvited beasts and wolves, we don’t welcome them.”

“If you can still talk, then talk more,” Xu Zimo replied with a grin. “Because once you’re dead, you won’t get the chance.”

The Paragon Dragon Sovereign snorted.

“And who are you? I don’t recall ever seeing you in the True Martial Sacred Ground.”

“Oh, me? I’m the sect’s ancestor,” Xu Zimo said casually.

“Nonsense,” the Paragon Dragon Sovereign barked. “In the great battle back then, the True Martial Sacred Ground’s ancestors all died.”

“I didn’t participate in that battle,” Xu Zimo said. “But weren’t you Ancient Dragon God-Empire people just servants back then? Not the main force. How would you know exactly who lived or died?”

The Paragon Dragon Sovereign’s heart skipped a beat.

This was exactly what he feared. He had asked just to confirm. The current True Martial Sacred Ground didn’t scare them, but a living ancestor from the past? Even one would be enough to destroy the Ancient Dragon God-Empire.

He knew very well how powerful the sect had been back then.

“Enough talk,” the Paragon Dragon Sovereign snapped. “Let me see whether you truly have even a fraction of the glory those ancestors once possessed.”

With a shout, he rose from the dragon throne and stepped into the air. His body flashed like lightning as he tore open the void and launched a punch at Xu Zimo.

The power of that single punch was terrifying beyond measure.