Martial Master

"Hahaha, Yanluo Holy Master, you didn't expect this, did you?" Boom! At this moment, a terrifying aura suddenly emerged between heaven and earth. In the endless void, a figure appeared—an extremely old Demon Tribe elder, decayed and decrepit, as if he had walked out from a grave, filled with the scent of death.

However, endless terrifying demonic light surged from his body. The terrifying demonic might descended, causing Ao Lie and the others below to change their expressions. They hurriedly activated the Noah's Ark to resist this demonic might, each of them looking up in fear.

"Demon Tribe Heavenly Saint!"

Ao Lie exclaimed in terror. This aura far surpassed him, an unparalleled Earth Saint, like a massive mountain pressing down. It was definitely a Heavenly Saint expert from the Demon Tribe.

As for why it wasn't a Demon Tribe Holy Master, it was because if it were, the already damaged Noah's Ark wouldn't have been able to withstand this pressure and would have been destroyed in an instant.

When did a Demon Tribe Heavenly Saint start lurking here?

Everyone was stunned. Consecutive surprises left them unable to think.

"Ancestor."

Seeing this suddenly appeared Demon Tribe Heavenly Saint, the dying Jue Ming seemed to suddenly come to life, shouting excitedly.

This suddenly appeared Demon Tribe Heavenly Saint was actually Jue Ming's ancestor.

"Ancestor, you're not dead? Save me, Ancestor."

A spark of life reignited in Jue Ming's eyes as he struggled desperately.

"You are... that little kid from the Saint Demon Tribe back then. You're still alive?"

Yanluo Holy Master stared at the decrepit Demon Tribe Heavenly Saint, showing a look of shock.

This person was decayed all over, as if he was about to enter the wooden boards of a coffin at any moment, his soul returning to the heavens, his face full of wrinkles, and almost toothless.

But Yanluo Holy Master recognized him at a glance as the Saint Demon Tribe warrior who carried a fragment of his soul back then on the battlefield. He was the youngest warrior back then, with cultivation merely at the Human Level Saint. Yet, many eras later, not only did this person not die, but he also broke through to become a Heavenly Saint.

But it was evident that this person's lifespan had reached its end, hanging by a thread, potentially dying at any moment.

"Billions of years of waiting haven't been in vain. Before completely falling, I finally awaited this day."

The Demon Tribe elder was agitated, trembling, his face filled with ecstasy.

"Billions of years of plotting, Yanluo Holy Master, you've finally fallen into my trap. How is it? My descendant isn't too bad, right? His entire life was designed by me for you. Do you now find that your soul power cannot condense and is even about to collapse? Hahaha, did you think I didn't know the truth about obtaining your soul fragment and secret back then?"

The Demon Tribe elder, coldly glaring, instantly arrived above the All Realms Demon Tree, gazing fervently at it.

"The Demon Tribe's supreme treasure, truly beautiful!"

He murmured, in the light of his final glow.

"What do you mean?"

Yanluo Holy Master exclaimed in shock and anger.

Jue Ming also looked at his ancestor in disbelief.

The Demon Tribe elder chuckled coldly: "Back then, I was the weakest in the Saint Demon Tribe team, yet I was the one who obtained your soul fragment, learning your plans and secrets. At first, I was indeed ecstatic, thinking it was my destiny."

"But later, the Heavenly Realm underwent upheaval, the Abyss Demon Tribe was bewitched by that presence, starting to attack other races. War erupted in the Heavenly Realm. That battle was terrifying; the Heavenly Realm was shattered into countless fragments, everything withering. I witnessed too many conspiracies and wars. In one battle, I almost died, and then I suddenly realized, all of this was your Yanluo Holy Master's plot."

"What virtue or ability do I have, the weakest warrior of the Saint Demon Tribe, to conveniently gain your legacy and glimpse your secrets? Everything was too coincidental, to the point of being impossible."