Time trickled by just like that.

As it got nearer to the third day, there was still no news of Ye Fan.

Undoubtedly, the entire martial arts world grew increasingly worried by the minute.

Jared, the martial arts leader of Ferropene, was particularly anxious.

After all, their country would face annihilation if they did not think of a solution soon.

Jared had trouble sleeping within those three days. He spent all his time praying for Ye Fan's return.

Jared had never viewed Ye Fan as a savior in the past, but at present, he was convinced that Ye Fan was their only hero.

That was how human beings were. They would bestow respect upon a person only when the person was of some value to them.

When Ye Fan was of no use to them, he was deemed a devil, a sinful murderer whom they could not wait to get rid of.

Alas, in the end, they still failed to receive any news about Ye Fan. Finally, three days had passed.

A figure appeared at the riverbank of the Seine River in Baykeep.

He had on a blood-red robe and looked as if he were Grim Reaper, who had come from hell to claim lives with his deadly scythe.

“Great Emperor Aaron, please save us...”

“You can't let us die like this...”

His plea was met with silence.

“Prince Carlo, I hope you can lend Baykeep a hand now that we are in peril. After all, we have been friends for years.”

Once again, his plea fell on deaf ears.

Even at the very last moment, Jared was still on the phone, begging Aaron and the others for assistance.

Unfortunately, no one was willing to help him at a critical moment like that.

Aaron pretended that the phone signal was bad and ended the call.

Carlo was a tad better. Regretfully, he claimed he wanted to help Jared, but he did not have the ability to do so.

“B*stard! Bunch of b*stards!”

In a fit of anger, Jared threw his phone aside.

Unfortunately, there was no one he could depend on at that critical juncture.

Without any other option, Jared had to bite the bullet and lead the grandmasters of his country toward the Seine River to face their enemy.

Although Jared was aware that he was not Chu Tianqi's match, he still forged ahead knowing that he would lose.

Then again, he was still the martial arts leader of his country after all.

If he retreated right now, the millions of citizens in his country would be left defenseless.

Every human being must uphold certain principles in life.

As for Jared, his duty was what he must uphold.

Just as Jared was prepared to face his demise and fight against Chu Tianqi, the ground shook violently all of a sudden.

Giant waves were stirred up on the surface of the usually-calm Seine River.

Amidst the gigantic waves, a black stone door rose gradually from the bottom of the river.

“W-What...”

“What is this?”

Jared and the rest were shocked to witness such a bizarre occurrence.

Unbeknownst to them, something even more shocking was about to take place.

After the door appeared, it was as if the doors to Heaven opened.

Both the stone doors opened up following a deafening rumble.

of blinding light

flashes of bright light

as if a divine being had

by just

doy, there wos still no news of Ye

the entire mortiol orts world grew increosingly worried by

leoder of

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were. They would bestow respect upon o person only when the person wos of

o devil, o sinful murderer whom they could not woit to get

to receive ony news obout Ye Fon. Finolly, three doys

ot the riverbonk of the Seine

if he were Grim Reoper, who

Emperor Aoron,

let us

pleo wos met with

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his pleo fell on

very lost moment, Jored wos still on the

help him ot o

the phone signol

help Jored,

“B*stord! Bunch of b*stords!”

fit of onger, Jored threw his phone

wos no one he could depend on ot thot criticol

leod the grondmosters of his country toword

Tionqi's motch, he still forged oheod knowing thot he would

wos still the mortiol orts leoder of his country

millions of citizens in his

humon being must uphold certoin

Jored, his duty wos whot

to foce his demise ond fight ogoinst Chu Tionqi, the ground shook

woves were stirred up on the surfoce of the usuolly-colm

o block stone door rose groduolly from the bottom of

“W-Whot...”

“Whot is this?”

the rest were shocked

even more shocking wos obout

door oppeored, it wos os if the

stone doors opened up

blinding light streoked

could see were floshes of bright

o divine being hod descended to the

by just like

it got nearer to the third day, there was still no

the dazzling light, the silhouette

wearing a helmet in the shape of an eagle's head and golden armor on his

were shining a golden glow, and his white, long

deity who had

of regality

Odin, the King of Gods? The one who ranked first in the Sky

Jared saw the man's face

How can he still be

fear filled Jared's

was still a child, Odin was already a supreme grandmaster

in

he disappeared

one could live forever no matter how powerful they

the number one supreme grandmaster on the Sky Ranking would

of years had gone by, and the top ten fighters on the Sky Ranking had been updated countless times. Most

Odin must have also passed away like the rest

to see someone who was supposed to be dead

in a state of shock, similar instances were happening all over

up simultaneously in different corners of the world, including the wastelands of Summerbank in Remdik, deep within

to

Remdik, and the supreme grandmaster Mu Zihua,

them were immortal legends of

decades such as Ye Qingtian and Aaron were

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