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

At the city gate, dozens of black figures loomed like dark clouds.

The three leading figures were all dressed in black robes embroidered with ferocious skull patterns, which gave them a sinister air in the sunlight.

These are the three Song brothers, who are known as the "Three Demons of the Song Family" within the Heavenly Demon Dynasty and are the leaders of the dynasty.

The man in the middle had the gentlest face, even with a faint smile, seemingly harmless. But those familiar with the three demons of the Song family knew that this Song Zhen was the most terrifying of the three.

The true number one among the younger generation of the Heavenly Demon Song family, at the age of twenty-five, has already reached the peak of the Fourth Yuan Nirvana Realm, and is only one step away from the Fifth Yuan.

To his left stood a man with a hooked nose and deep-set eyes, his hands behind his back. His expression was gloomy, and when he glanced around, his eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and arrogance. He was faintly emanating the aura of a fourth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator. Although he was not as strong as the eldest brother, Song Zhen, he was by no means weak.

This person was none other than Song Que, the second son of the Song family.

To his right was a burly man grinning, his smile revealing a savage and bloodthirsty air, his entire being radiating a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

The third brother, Song Ba, is also at the Fourth Nirvana Realm.

Behind the three, dozens of cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Dynasty exuded fierce auras, clearly all carefully selected experts.

Song Que glanced at the Lonely Moon Dynasty cultivators, who were beaten black and blue and cowering on the ground, and sneered:

"With such meager abilities, you dare to occupy Iwa Castle?"

Song Ba grinned, his white teeth gleaming coldly in the sunlight:

"Brother, in my opinion, we should just kick them all out. Why waste time talking? This dilapidated city is a blessing for them if our Heavenly Demon Dynasty takes it over."

Song Zhen smiled but didn't say anything. He simply looked up at the city.

Just then, more than thirty figures slowly emerged from the city.

Lan He, dressed in white, stood at the head of the group, his expression calm. Lan Ying and Qing Feng stood on either side, both with serene expressions.

Behind them, more than thirty cultivators from the Lan and Qing families lined up. Although their numbers were small, each of them had a steady aura and marched in unison, exuding a sharp and seasoned aura.

Facing the dozens of black-robed figures at the city gate, one in black and one in white, they stood in stark contrast.

Song Zhen's gaze fell on Lan He, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

With his cultivation level, he couldn't even see through the other party's true strength.

He felt a slight chill run down his spine, but his expression remained unchanged; he simply smiled and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"I never expected there to be such a person in this Rock City. May I ask who you are...?"

Lan He didn't answer, but merely glanced at him and said calmly:

"The Heavenly Demon Dynasty?"

Song Zhen nodded, about to say a few polite words, after all, someone who could remain completely undetected by his senses was no ordinary person.

However, before he could speak, Song Que sneered:

"Now that you know it's the Heavenly Demon Dynasty, why aren't you getting out of here? We've taken this city. If you want to stay, you'll have to pay up..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lan He raised his hand.

A surge of immense Yuan energy swept out like a raging torrent, instantly condensing into a gigantic hand that slammed down towards Song Que's head!

"you……"

Song Que's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head. But he was, after all, a powerful expert at the Fourth Stage of Nirvana, and his reaction was extremely fast.

He instantly activated his Nirvana Golden Body to its limit, and brilliant golden light burst forth from his body, condensing into a solid golden light shield around him, preparing to withstand this attack head-on.

That was his Nirvana Golden Body, forged through four Nirvana Tribulations, strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a powerhouse of the same level!

However, with a loud bang!

A deafening roar resounded, and the golden light shield, which had only held for a moment, shattered as if it were made of paper.

That terrifying force slammed solidly into Song Que, sending him flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the city wall dozens of feet away!

"Pfft pfft..."

Song Que was embedded in the wall, spitting blood. Countless bones in his body were broken, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

The city wall, reinforced with special stone and capable of withstanding attacks from a Three-Element Nirvana Realm expert, was actually smashed into a deep, human-shaped dent. Spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from the dent, covering a large area of ​​the wall!

The entire room fell silent.

Song Zhen's smile froze on his face. Sensing the overwhelming aura Lan He had exuded when he attacked, a hint of barely concealed fear flashed deep in his eyes.

The five-element nirvana state?

Song Ba was also stunned, his mouth agape, but he couldn't make a sound.

Lan He withdrew his hand, his expression remaining calm, as if he had merely swatted away an annoying fly.

He looked at Song Zhen, his tone so calm it betrayed no emotion:

"What were you trying to say?"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from inside the city.

Mu Lin arrived hastily with the elite cultivators of the Lonely Moon Dynasty, with Mu Hanyue close behind. As soon as he rushed out of the city gate, he shouted:

"Brother Lan, do you need any help? The Heavenly Demon Dynasty is going too far. Although I, Gu Yue, am no match for them, I will certainly not stand idly by..."

He froze halfway through his sentence.

Before them, dozens of black-robed figures stood frozen in place like statues, with Song Zhen and Song Ba at the head of the group looking stiff and not daring to even breathe.

On the distant city wall, a human-shaped indentation stood out, with Song Que embedded in it, covered in blood, his fate unknown.

Mu Lin opened his mouth, but the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

He looked back at the dozens of people he had brought, then at the scene before him, and suddenly felt that his trip had been somewhat unnecessary.

"...It seems we're no longer needed," he murmured.

Mu Hanyue didn't reply, but her clear, cold eyes couldn't help but linger on Lan He. As if she had thought of something, a slight blush rose on her pretty face.

"Sir, perhaps today's events are a misunderstanding..."

Song Zhen took a deep breath and forced a smile, trying to ease the tension.

However, Lan He merely glanced at him indifferently and remained silent.

His gaze was calm to the point of indifference, as if he were looking at an ant struggling on its own.

Song Zhen's smile froze for a moment, then he said, "May I ask which dynasty you belong to? Perhaps our two families have some old ties..."

"The Immortal Dynasty".

Lanhe finally spoke, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

Song Zhen's expression changed instantly.

The Immortal Dynasty.

The Heavenly Yuan Dynasty's mortal enemy is also the Heavenly Demon Dynasty's foe. The feud between the two families is well-known throughout the Eastern Xuan Region, and there is no room for reconciliation.

The last glimmer of hope in his eyes vanished completely.

Song Zhen gritted her teeth and quickly scanned her surroundings.

The Heavenly Demon Dynasty had brought over seventy people, who had already gathered around and formed a battle formation. On the other side, the Immortal Dynasty, although Lan He's cultivation was clearly superior, only had about thirty people behind him, less than half their numbers.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly shouted:

"Form ranks!"

In an instant, with Song Zhen's loud shout, the more than seventy cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Dynasty behind him moved in unison.

As their Yuan energy surged, streaks of black light rose from their bodies, intertwining and instantly forming a massive black light shield that enveloped everyone.

Above the light barrier, countless illusory skeletons could be vaguely seen moving about, emitting eerie low groans; it was actually a rather sophisticated combined attack formation.

Standing in the center of the formation, Song Zhen's fear faded somewhat, replaced by a renewed sense of confidence. He took a deep breath, glanced around at the seventy-odd figures standing ready in battle, and then looked at the Immortal Dynasty's team of only thirty-odd people opposite him. A smile even appeared on his lips.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

His voice, amplified by Yuan energy, resounded throughout the entire area: "They only have about thirty people, and only one of them is at the Fifth Yuan Nirvana Realm! Even if this person is strong, there's absolutely no way they could break through the great formation set up by our seventy-plus people in such a short time!"

He paused, pointed to the opposite side, and his voice grew louder:

"Seventy to thirty, the advantage is in our hands! We will surely win!"

"Today we will sever this scoundrel's head and bring glory to our Heavenly Demon Dynasty!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the seventy-odd Heavenly Demon cultivators were invigorated, roared in unison, and their morale soared.

The black light shield shone even brighter, and the ghostly skeletons roared and roamed about, their presence terrifying.

However, the next moment.

Clang!

A clear, resonant sword cry suddenly echoed throughout the entire arena!