Martial Universe: Inherit the Future, Quickly Become a Martial Ancestor!

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and gazed at the stage in the distance.

In that instant, Luo Jiu raised his twin hammers high, his Yuan energy surging, his ferocious killing intent locked onto Lin Dong. However, the moment Lan He's gaze fell upon him, he was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the sky, like a mountain collapsing, pressing heavily on his body.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the figure in white below the stage, his pupils suddenly contracting.

One Yuan Nirvana!

The strongest in the Great Yan Dynasty was only at the First Nirvana Realm.

The young man in front of him, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, was locking onto him with the unique pressure of the Nirvana Realm.

Luo Jiu's throat bobbed, his ferocity seemingly doused with ice water, even his hammer-wielding hand trembled slightly. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He was only at the Great Perfection of the Shaping Realm. Facing the pressure of a Nirvana Realm expert, it was already difficult for him to withstand it, let alone speak.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Jiang Yinyin blinked, as if she had finally confirmed something.

She secretly glanced at the villain on the stage who, despite his fierce appearance, was now frozen in place, and then looked up at the gentle-looking older brother in white beside her.

Then, the corners of her little mouth quietly curved up.

It was an overwhelming joy, the kind that couldn't be suppressed, the kind of happiness a child feels when their wish comes true.

Lan He looked down at her, his brows relaxed.

He reached out and gently picked up the little girl.

Jiang Yinyin's small body stiffened for a moment, then she obediently nestled on his shoulder like a docile kitten. She didn't understand what had happened, only that the fierce-looking bad guy from a moment ago was now too scared to move.

Lanhe held her in his arms and took a step forward.

The white-clad figure landed on the fighting platform in the next instant.

Luo Jiu's pupils dilated violently, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees. He struggled to hold on, but he didn't even have the courage to take a single step back.

Lan He glanced at him with downcast eyes, as if he were an ant.

He took Jiang Yinyin's small hand and gently placed it on Luo Jiu's left cheek.

"Smack."

It wasn't heavy, it could even be described as gentle. Yet it was like an invisible slap in the face, striking Luo Jiu's heart and piercing the eyes of everyone present.

Jiang Yinyin was stunned. She looked down at her small palms, then looked up at the big brother in white who was holding her. Her big, dark, clear eyes were full of disbelief.

Did she really hit that bad guy?

That fierce-looking villain, whom even his father feared, stood there obediently, not daring to move an inch.

Lanhe didn't explain, but simply took her small hand and gently led her to the other side.

"Smack."

Another soft sound.

Luo Jiu remained motionless. He dared not dodge, nor dared he block. That face, which was usually ferocious and ruthless, striking fear into the hearts of the entire Great Eagle City, was now only deathly pale.

The entire audience stared in disbelief, dumbfounded at the scene, and for a moment no one dared to utter a sound.

Jiang Yinyin withdrew her hand, clenched her small fist in front of her chest, and quietly, contentedly, smiled with her eyes crinkling.

Lan He didn't look at Luo Jiu again. He held the little girl and said calmly:

"I've got Eagle Martial Arts School under my protection."

"Get out of Great Eagle City within three days."

His tone remained calm, as if he were merely instructing someone on a trivial matter.

Then he lowered his eyes and added the last four words:

"Otherwise, your entire family will be wiped out."

There was no emphasis, no deliberate threat, not even a second glance at Luo Jiu; it was as if he were talking about something that was destined to happen.

The white-clad figure swept off the fighting platform and landed back beneath the eagle banner.

The entire arena remained deathly silent. No one dared to utter a sound. A Nirvana Realm expert—a figure they could never even dream of meeting in their daily lives—was now standing right before them, a sight more terrifying than any legend.

On the other side of the fighting arena, below, the disciples of the Blood Vulture Martial Arts School huddled together like a pack of jackals scattered by a tiger, their eyes filled with fear and unease, utterly bewildered as to why their own martial arts school had provoked such a terrifying being.

As for Luo Jiu, he stood on the stage, his face ashen, his lips moving for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He was nothing more than a local tyrant in a small city of a low-level dynasty, no different from an ant in the face of a true strongman.

The woman in front of him felt it was superfluous to even glance at him, so why should he bother explaining anything?

He doesn't deserve it.

……

On the other side, at the edge of the fighting arena.

Lin Dong knelt on one knee, his ancient halberd held horizontally in front of him, his breathing still not fully calm. His clothes were torn in several places, and there was a shallow bloodstain on his shoulder, left from the fierce battle with Luo Jiu just now.

But he was completely unaware of it at that moment.

He simply followed the almost suffocating silence of the entire arena, and the direction in which thousands of eyes converged, and looked at the white-clad figure standing beneath the eagle flag.

A year ago, deep within the ancient tomb, he had seen this person from afar.

At that time, this noble young master from the Immortal Dynasty stood side by side with that fairy from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. Lin Dong only vaguely sensed that the other party's aura was around the Creation Realm.

At that time, he was only at the Yuan Dan realm, not even qualified to get close. He looked at them from afar and felt that they were geniuses from another world, unattainable.

Now, he has stepped into the realm of creation and thinks he has caught up quite a bit.

And that man...

Lin Dong's grip on the ancient halberd tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

It has already reached the state of Nirvana.

How is that possible?

He silently gazed at the figure in white, and at the little girl in red being held in his arms, secretly waving at him. He felt a mix of emotions, but ultimately only a deep sense of defeat remained.

In one year, he exerted all his efforts and progressed from the Yuan Dan stage to the minor completion stage of the Formation stage, which he considered to be an astonishing achievement.

But that person went from creating form to achieving Nirvana, a gap that even he couldn't find the direction to catch up with.

Just then, a lazy voice, tinged with disdain, echoed from the ancient stone talisman on his body:

"Hey kid, don't be discouraged."

It was the little sable that was living inside the ancestral stone.

"Didn't we already find the location of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol?"

The little sable's tone was unusually serious, yet it still carried its usual arrogance. "That is the most mysterious of the eight ancestral symbols. Once you obtain the ancestral symbol, given time, you may not be inferior to him. No matter how strong that kid is, he is just a prodigy of a super dynasty. But the ancestral symbol master who grows up is an existence that even super sects have to be wary of."

Lin Dong remained silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. He gripped the ancient halberd tightly in his hand, suppressing all his chaotic thoughts at that moment.

Yes, he still has the Ancestral Stone and Little Mink. He hasn't even gotten his hands on the Devouring Ancestral Symbol yet, so it's not too late for anything.

One day, he will be able to catch up.

……

Lan He ignored the fearful or admiring gazes. Holding Jiang Yinyin, he turned and landed beneath the eagle banner.

Jiang Yinyin nestled on his shoulder and whispered "Daddy," but her little hands remained wrapped around Lan He's neck, showing no intention of getting down.

Jiang Lei was still reeling from the shock of the two slaps he had just received. When he saw the white-clad figure walking straight toward him, his body trembled slightly, and he almost instinctively reached out to bow in greeting.

He had already realized that the young man in front of him, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, was not someone of his level who was qualified to "receive" him.

They are people you have to look up to.

Jiang Xue stood frozen beside her father, her usually aloof eyes now filled with confusion and helplessness.

Those two light slaps landed on Luo Jiu's face, but they felt as if they were striking the hearts of every martial artist in Great Eagle City. The overwhelming shock shattered their decades-long understanding of this remote border town.

Lan He stopped in front of them. He looked down at the little girl who was still clinging to his neck and refusing to let go, but he had no intention of giving her back.

Then he looked up at Jiang Lei and said in a calm tone:

"Master Jiang, may I speak to you in private?"