"Roar..."
At that moment, a terrifying roar emanated from the first valley.
Several Ancestral God Weapons forced the Martial Mark into the center of the realm. Right before it, bound by huge iron chains, the Brass Bagua was violently vibrating its body.
The power of the Bagua Divine Power was immeasurable, with eight mysterious symbols emitting millions of rays of light, sealing towards the Martial Mark.
That was the true power of the Ancestor God!
The forces of the mortal world couldn't possibly contend with it.
The Martial Mark sensed the danger. The Divine Wood transformed into a human shape, shaking the heavens and the earth, pushing the power of Martial Arts to its limit.
"You want to seal me? That's impossible, unless the Ancestor God himself comes!"
Every punch he threw was like rivers roaring through the valley, shaking the universe, a terrible power of a Martial Artist, capable of destroying any obstruction.
