The voice incessantly echoed as a boundless storm of lightning enveloped over, before a majestic figure appeared outside the Lower Plane.

That silhouette held onto the Lightning Emperor Scepter, flickering with lightning, and every bolt would cause the heavens and earth to tremble. He was donned in a violet-black robe and had a dignified expression.

When that silhouette appeared, the face of the Black Corpse Sky Monarch slightly changed before his voice sank, “I never expected to encounter the Martial Ancestor here…”

The Martial Realm was situated by the border of the Great Thousand World and often came in contact with the Fiend Clans. The Martial Ancestor has naturally fought with many pinnacle experts of the Fiend Clans, thus his name was resounding, even amongst the Fiend Clans.

“The Martial Ancestor?!” The White Dragon Sovereign was shocked by this newcomer. For someone like him who originated from a Lower Plane, the Martial Ancestor...