"Yes," at this moment, all thirty-six emperors responded.

As the thirty-six emperors left, the Holy Ancestor slowly raised his head.

He muttered to himself.

"Demon Lord, you have finally grown up."

"This time I will avenge that slap."

………

The Saint Ancestor's face looked very painful.

As the battle got closer and closer, scenes from the past kept appearing in front of him.

The Holy Ancestor is not a human race, he is a very special race called the Immortal Tree.

The fighting ability of this Immortal Tree clan is very average, but their vitality is very tenacious.

There are very few races in this world whose lives can compare with theirs.

It can even be said that even if they don't practice, their vitality is stronger than that of many monks.

When the Holy Ancestor was young, he also wanted to conquer the sky.

I also envied and worshiped those who conquered the sky.

Especially in the ancient times, his worship of the ancient god king almost reached the extreme.

He believes that the other party will definitely succeed.

He was extremely confident and certain.

Because the Ancient God King was too strong, a strong man he had never seen before.
Chapter completed!