107: You once regarded me as an ant, but who is the ant now?

Linggu Divine Domain, the ancestral land of the Luoshen Clan.

The firmament had been dyed red with blood.

"Rumble—!"

Tens of thousands of Divine Ability beams poured down like a rainstorm, striking that tottering azure light screen.

The light screen trembled, emitting an overburdened wail.

Every impact caused the Luoshen Clan members below to be filled with anxiety.

This was the final line of defense.

Once the Clan-Protecting Grand Array shattered, this divine land that had inherited Legacy for countless ages would completely turn into an Asura field.

At the core of the grand array.

A white-haired old man sat cross-legged with his hands forming seals, his entire body burning with the fire of Origin.

Luo Tianheng.

The Luoshen Clan's only Quasi-Emperor Old Ancestor.

At this moment, his state was extremely poor; his face was as white as paper, and black Dao blood constantly seeped from the corners of his mouth.

But in his turbid old eyes, there was a resolve that looked upon death as returning home.

"Hold on!"

Luo Tianheng shouted sternly, his voice hoarse.

"As long as I still have a breath left, these bastards shouldn't think about stepping a single foot into the ancestral land!"

Around him.

Dozens of Luoshen Clan Elders were likewise burning their essence blood to maintain the operation of the grand array.

And outside the grand array.

The allied forces of the three great God Races were like a black tide, with no end in sight at a single glance.

The Great Sun Divine Clan, the Nether Soul Divine Clan, and the Blood God Clan.

Three battle flags flapped loudly, blotting out the sun and sky.

"Hmph, putting up a desperate struggle."

Above the clouds, on a crimson-gold warship.

The Great Sun Holy Lord stood with his hands behind his back, looking down from a high vantage point at the struggle of the trapped beasts below.

"Luo Tianheng, you are old."

The Great Sun Holy Lord's voice was indifferent, spreading throughout the entire field.

"Hand over the Luoshen Legacy, and this seat can leave you an intact corpse."

"In your dreams!"

Luo Tianheng's eyes were wide with rage as he spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm toward the firmament.

"In my Luoshen Clan, there are only ghosts who died in battle, no slaves who live on their knees!"

"Stubborn and incorrigible."

The Great Sun Holy Lord shook his head, already somewhat impatient.

He didn't have time to waste.

He was too anxious.

Ever since he learned the news of Su Xuanchen's counterattack and rise, and even his ability to slay a Quasi-Emperor from a lower level, he had been unable to sleep at night.

The longer it dragged on, the greater the variables became.

Especially that Su Xuanchen... thinking of that name, fear also seeped from the depths of the Great Sun Holy Lord's eyes.

Back then, in an ancient Secret Realm, he had snatched the other party's Opportunity and even destroyed the other's Dao foundation.

He originally thought that ant had long since died in some corner.

Who could have imagined that in just a few short years, that person would actually rise in a Heaven-Defying manner and now have the combat power to slay a Quasi-Emperor!

The Karma from back then was too heavy.

If he could not obtain the Luoshen Legacy and promote to Supreme as soon as possible, he would surely die once Su Xuanchen came knocking on his door!

He had to settle this quickly!

"Do it."

He lightly waved his hand.

At the core of the grand array, a middle-aged man standing behind Luo Tianheng suddenly had a sinister cold light burst from his eyes.

An Elder of the Luoshen Clan, Luo Qing.

In his hand, a dagger as black as ink suddenly appeared.

"Old Ancestor, I'm sorry!"

"I want to live!"

Puchi!

Without any preparation.

That pitch-black dagger ruthlessly stabbed into the center of Luo Tianheng's back, piercing straight through his Dantian and Qi Sea!

"Ugh..."

Luo Tianheng's body stiffened.

He turned back in shock, looking at the junior he had valued most on ordinary days.

"You... you..."

"Old Ancestor, don't blame me!"

Luo Qing's face was distorted as he pulled out the dagger and flew backward.

"The Great Sun Holy Lord promised me that as soon as the grand array is broken, he will appoint me as the new lord of the Luoshen Clan!"

"Sticking with you to the end only leads to death!"

"You beast!!"

Luo Tianheng let out a shrill roar.

His Qi Sea was broken, and his Origin was damaged.

That originally indestructible Clan-Protecting Grand Array lost the support of its backbone.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of cracking echoed between heaven and earth.

The azure light screen shattered like a mirror.

Countless crystalline fragments fell, turning into a rain of despair.

The heartland of the Luoshen Clan was completely exposed under the butcher knives of the million-strong allied army!

"It's over..."

Countless Luoshen Clan members slumped to the ground, their faces ashen like dead embers.

"Hahaha! Well done!"

Above the clouds, the Great Sun Holy Lord laughed out loud.

"Luo Qing, this seat shall credit you for this!"

He took a step forward and walked down from the warship.

"Since the grand array is broken, then... clear the field."

The Great Sun Holy Lord made a backhanded gesture.

A furnace, entirely crimson with three legs and two ears, emerged out of thin air.

A supreme weapon—the great sun universe furnace!

Infinite Solar True Fire poured down, turning into a ten-thousand-zhang fire dragon that roared as it charged toward the Luoshen Clan's ancestral land.

"No—!"

Luo Tianheng looked at that sky full of fire, his eyes nearly splitting.

He hated!

He hated the traitor's shamelessness and his own incompetence!

"Even if I die, I will pull you all down with me!"

Luo Tianheng's eyes showed madness.

He reversed his Meridians, and the remaining Quasi-Emperor Origin in his body began to burn violently.

He was going to self-detonate!

The self-detonation of a Quasi-Emperor was enough to drag the Great Sun Holy Lord down to death with him!

"Want to self-detonate?"

Seeing this, the Great Sun Holy Lord gave a mocking smile.

"In front of this seat's Emperor weapon, you don't even have the qualification to die."

"Suppress!"

The great sun universe furnace suppressed downward, its terrifying Emperor's might locking down time and space, intending to refine Luo Tianheng alive.

Death shrouded everyone.

The Luoshen Clan members closed their eyes, waiting for the arrival of destruction.

Luo Tianheng's body expanded to the limit, looking like it was about to explode.

Just at this critical moment.

"Freeze."

An extremely calm voice abruptly rang out in this world.

The voice was not high.

But it was like a Heavenly Dao decree, words becoming law.

The originally extremely violent Luo Tianheng, who was about to explode, had his body freeze.

The violent Origin power within him was actually forced back by an invisible yet domineering force!

It was like an invisible giant hand, lightly smoothing over a volcano that was about to erupt.

"Who?!"

The Great Sun Holy Lord's expression changed, and he abruptly looked up.

He saw the Void Realm ahead split open with a crack without any warning.

A fair, slender palm that looked completely devoid of worldly aura reached out from the crack.

This palm ignored the distance of space.

It ignored the terrifying high temperature emitted by the great sun universe furnace.

It even ignored the passage of time.

It just lightly slapped that overbearing supreme weapon furnace.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound.

Just like swatting a fly.

"Clang—!!!"

The next second.

A deafening metallic vibration shattered the clouds for ten thousand miles around.

That great sun universe furnace, which carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, was actually slapped flying directly by this one palm!

"Rumble!"

The furnace turned into a shooting star, flying backward and smashing several God Race warships along the way, finally crashing into a divine mountain tens of thousands of miles away.

The divine mountain collapsed, and dust filled the sky.

And on that crimson furnace wall.

A crystal-clear five-fingered palm print was deeply embedded, shocking to the eye!

The million-strong allied army was silent.

The Luoshen Clan members were dumbfounded.

The Great Sun Holy Lord was even more stunned in mid-air, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

That was a supreme weapon!

It was actually slapped flying by someone's bare hand?!

How is this possible?!

"Who is it?!"

The Great Sun Holy Lord's voice trembled, and fear originating from the depths of his Soul surged uncontrollably into his heart.

This power... this aura... made him think of a person.

A person who made him restless day and night, viewed as a nightmare!

The Void Realm crack opened completely.

A Golden Light Path spread out from the crack, extending all the way to the sky above the Luoshen Clan's ancestral land.

Three figures stepped onto the golden light and walked out leisurely.

The one in the lead.

He wore a Black-Gold Imperial Robe and a Purple-Gold Crown, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and a faint smile on his face.

Beside him was Ye Xian, dressed in golden armor and radiating heroic spirit.

And... that Luoshen Clan princess who was already covered in tears but could not hide her excitement, Luo Li.

"Old Ancestor! Luo Li is back!"

Luo Li's cry, tinged with sobbing, broke the silence.

"Luo Li?!"

Luo Tianheng's whole body shook, and old tears flowed down his face.

But his gaze was focused more on the young man beside Luo Li.

The man who slapped away the Emperor weapon with one palm!

Su Xuanchen looked around the field, his gaze finally settling on the golden-robed figure in mid-air.

"Great Sun Holy Lord."

"I hope you have been well since we last met."

"Back then, I was indeed inferior to you."

"But thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank."

"Now..."

"Tell me."

"Who is the ant?"