Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Several auras converged onto Ryu, each with their own thoughts. It felt like the only ones that didn't move were Tybalt, Isemeine and Elena. There were even a few of Elena's entourage who couldn't hold back any longer.

This was no longer a matter of the dark gold flame. It was a matter of Ryu versus the Martial Gods. They all had this responsibility weighing on their shoulders and couldn't take a step back now.

Ryu's gaze angled upward, a fiendish expression on his face. Killing intent rolled off of him in waves, sparks of lightning crackling between his horns. He looked like a demon incarnate, Galkos' blood and flesh coating his fists and chest, some even dripping down his face.

Galkos' aura surged. Though Ryu remained unmoved, the same couldn't be said for the ground beneath them.

An enormous crater broke into existence, sending the pair falling downward.

Taking advantage of this, Galkos' Earth Inheritance rose up. His body was pulled by an attraction force toward the depths of the crater, causing him to fall much faster than Ryu and finally gain some breathing room.

He slammed heavily into the ground, his white gold gaze lit with fury. He slammed his fists together, large waves of Earth Qi surging toward him from all sides.

Galkos' Earth Inheritance flourished, rising higher and higher. It crossed the Heir Realm, tore through the Ruler Realm and Monarch Realm, and finally rested at the very peak of the Sovereign Realm, his Dominion covering the earth they all stood on.

In that moment, it was as though every step for Ryu took ten times the effort while the opposite was true for his enemies. However, even as he fell through the air, Ryu didn't seem to have reacted to this change in the slightest.

He knew very well that this wasn't Galkos' peak. A genius like Galkos had definitely crossed the Dominion Realm and had already formed his Divinity. However, Galkos hadn't broken the restrictions of the Heavens like Ryu had. Without the support of his real cultivation and beneath Heaven's Punishment, he had no ability to display the strength of the Minor God Realm.

That said… Even if he could… What did he, Ryu Tatsuya, have to fear?

Today, he would massacre these geniuses the Martial Gods placed so much hope in one after another. This rage he had been burying for so many years already… He would vent it a little.

Ryu's palm swept down and to the side. At that moment, a youth of Galkos' entourage was caught off guard. To those observing, it was almost like he had delivered his head to Ryu's swing.

BANG!

For a moment, it seemed as though the youth would simply be sent flying away. But, a moment later, just as he was about to slam into the walls of the deep crater, he let out a tragic scream.

Under the horrified gazes of those watching, the youth was blasted into minced meat, his blood and flesh erupting like a crimson colored bomb.

Ryu's fall came to a grinding halt, a dense darkness dancing about him.

His dragon's blood rolled, the sound of thunder booming through his body as his heart thumped and pumped it all throughout him. If it wasn't for the Heaven's Punishment above restricting Ryu's Storm Talent, he would have already blasted them all to smithereens.

But this way was good too. This way he could feel their lives leave their bodies personally.

Moxi and Thephine pincered Ryu from two sides, the latter wielding a glaive with a polearm as thick as two wrists and the former wielding a short sword with a speed that cut through space with impunity. When the two were at each other's throats, they were still powerful in their own right. But, when soft and hardness worked together in battle, their abilities underwent a qualitative change.

From mortal enemies, they became a tag team the likes of which was rarely seen in the martial world.

But… Was it enough?

Ryu reached out both hands, pinching at the air. Before either could react, they found their two weapons stopped between four total fingers.

Ryu squeezed the slightest bit, his claws chipping into the metal. Swirling patterns of Dark Heavenly Patterns danced upon their glistening whiteness, radiating a slight and sinister black fog.

With a sharp crack, Moxi and Thephine's weapons shattered. Horridly ugly expressions warped their faces. These weapons were both of the Mystical Grade. They couldn't wrap their heads around how Ryu had possibly done this.

However, what was a Mystical Grade treasure to a Dragon and Phoenix's claw supported by Heavenly Patterns?

The two instantly retreated, surging backward as fast as they could move. But, Ryu was faster.

Ryu grasped at the air, forming two fists.

From one, a surge of Ice Flames erupted. From the other, a pulsing Heavenly Rebirth Flame surged.

In the blink of an eye, both began to form chain links. In one moment, the chains weren't even a foot long and in the next, they stretched outward for hundreds of meters.

With a single snap of Ryu's wrists, the twin chains lashed out, a chain of blue for Moxi and a chain of red for Thephine.

Both reacted quickly, throwing away their broken weapons and replacing them with new, albeit weaker, ones. However, it didn't seem to matter in the least.

Moxi found himself surrounded by a tornado of chains. The cold qi was suddenly so overwhelming that his usually fast reactions and movements slowed, causing his limbs to be entrapped in a single move.

Thephine faired even worse, the strong red chain oppressing his strength with an arrogance that towered over him.

In just a single exchange, both found themselves trapped, surrounded by chains.

Despair colored their gazes when Ryu pulled. The chains squeezed in from all sides, the bones creaking before shattering after barely a moment of resistance.

Their exposed heads expanded and then imploded, their efforts becoming entirely futile.

Ryu ripped his chains away, a cyclone of blue and red surrounding him from all sides. He stood arrogantly in his skies, his blood lust not having been tempered down by even the smallest measure.