The mask shattered.
More than a dozen black-robed figures were all taken aback.
"Damn it, this guy's really troublesome."
"A bunch of rats, I wondered who you were," True Martial Ancestor looked at these people.
His gaze swept over each of them.
"We've remembered you and the forces behind you.
Today, I'll cut you down, annihilate your faction.
This shall serve as a tribute to the might of my True Martial Holy Sect."
True Martial Ancestor waved his hand, and the entire firmament was frozen solid.
The faces of the dozen black-robed individuals changed dramatically.
Because with their strength, they couldn't break through this void to escape.
"What's happening?"
"This guy's strength is beyond their expectations."
"Bring out the Ancestral Artifact," one of them said.
His name was Vast Immortal King.
Of course, Immortal King was merely his title.
His true strength had long surpassed the Taoist Fruit Realm.
