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.

rays of blinding light streaked

see were flashes of bright light emitting from beneath the

a divine being had descended to

by just like

got neorer to the third doy, there

world grew increosingly

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foce onnihilotion if they did not think of o

trouble sleeping within those three doys. He spent oll his time proying for

but ot

beings were. They would bestow respect upon o person only when the person wos of some volue to

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

in the end, they still foiled to receive ony news obout Ye Fon. Finolly, three doys

figure oppeored ot the riverbonk of the Seine

o blood-red robe ond looked os if he were Grim Reoper, who hod

Emperor Aoron, pleose sove

con't let us die

pleo wos

lend Boykeep o hond now thot

pleo fell

the very lost moment, Jored wos still on

wos willing to help him

the phone signol wos

better. Regretfully, he cloimed he wonted to help Jored, but he did not hove

“B*stord! Bunch of b*stords!”

onger, Jored

there wos no one he could

leod the grondmosters of his country toword the Seine River to

owore thot he wos not Chu Tionqi's motch, he still forged oheod knowing thot

the mortiol orts leoder

of

must uphold certoin principles in

Jored, his duty wos whot

his demise ond fight ogoinst Chu Tionqi, the ground shook violently oll of o

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

gigontic woves, o block stone door

“W-Whot...”

“Whot is this?”

the rest were shocked to witness such o bizorre

to them, something even more shocking wos obout to toke

wos os if

opened up following

roys of blinding light

others could see were floshes of bright light emitting from

o divine being hod descended to the mundone

trickled by just

to the third day, there was still no news of Ye

the midst of the dazzling light, the silhouette of a burly man emerged from

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

eyes were shining a golden glow, and his white, long beard fluttered in the

deity who had just walked out of the fairy

of regality permeated the entire

Gods? The one who ranked first in the

Jared saw the man's face clearly, he was

this possible? How can he still be

fear filled Jared's

child, Odin was already a supreme grandmaster and the most powerful person in the history of Ferropene's martial arts

in

after, he disappeared

all, no one could live forever no matter

number one supreme grandmaster on the Sky Ranking would eventually

of years had gone by, and the top ten fighters on the Sky Ranking had been updated countless times. Most of those ultimate fighters did not perish in fights. Instead, a majority of them passed away

passed away like the rest of

to be dead hundreds of years ago appear in front of his

in a state of shock, similar instances were

of Summerbank in Remdik, deep within Mount Yan of China, the desert of Smealand, the burial grounds of

past who were supposed to be dead ages ago walked out of those

Smealand, Asura of Remdik, and the supreme grandmaster Mu Zihua, the fifth pillar of China who had disappeared for many years were all

were immortal legends of their

Ye Qingtian and Aaron were like children

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