Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 917 - 407: Beneath the Ultimate, All Techniques Bow to Me!

Chapter 917: Chapter 407: Beneath the Ultimate, All Techniques Bow to Me!

Outside the Star River.

All advanced civilizations are nestled within their fortresses, waiting for this clash to end. The Ancient Path is now deserted, with only a faint red glow hinting at something extraordinary.

Some of the elites from advanced civilizations keenly sensed something.

The emergence of the ultimate civilization made them realize that this True King Competition is not so simple.

They are not yet clear on what exactly happened, thus they are contacting their tribes, hoping to uncover what’s amiss.

Aside from this anomaly, there’s another matter that even more captures the hearts of the strong present.

It is Zhou Wuliang standing in front of the Human Race fortress, whose soft words have subdued the raging Guardian of the Holy Dragon Race.

"Is this aura his!"

"Indeed, I knew it, I knew this guy wouldn’t perish so easily!"

"Through the ages, the one and only in the Star River, desiring to become a Saint, Heavenly Communication!"

Some seasoned strong ones look at Zhou Wuliang, feeling somewhat dazed, as if they’ve crossed countless years back to that era.

The word Heavenly Communication, in the era of the Martial God’s departure, imposed pressure on Foreign Races, even more formidable than the Ten Heavens.

Because the Martial Arts Dao’s Ten Heavens would only act for the safety of the Human Race.

Whereas the Heavenly Communication Daoist, though he’d act for human race’s grand affairs, more often sought a clarity of heart and transparent thoughts.

In those years, he would often challenge and fight against the strong among myriad races, even nailing an ancestor dead in his own land.

Arrogant, protective, powerful, reckless, these are synonymous with Heavenly Communication Master.

The appearance of Heavenly Communication Master, this news swept through the Star River at the fastest speed, drawing the attention of advanced civilizations, and those Foreign Races secretly harboring thoughts about the Human Race stopped their original actions.

Such is the weight of the words Heavenly Communication.

In that era, the fall of Heavenly Communication Master was shrouded in countless mysteries, in others’ eyes, Heavenly Communication Master was ambushed by the ultimate civilization.

Using the power of Dao Lineage to rival the entire ultimate civilization, leading to his fall.

However, the Guardian of the Holy Dragon Race in front knows, the truth was not so, the ambush of that year was very odd, though the fleet and technology were only possessed by the ultimate civilization.

But within, there appeared none of the characteristics typical of any civilization or tribe. Even a war that shattered the Star River couldn’t uncover a trace of racial evidence.

Previously, the Holy Dragon Race guessed that perhaps other three races took action, but evidence was always lacking.

But now at a glance...

All this is under the control of Heavenly Communication... no, under Zhou Wuliang’s control...

"Old mud fish, care to make a bet?"

As for those probing, apprehensive gazes around him, Zhou Lao remained indifferent, merely looking at the Guardian of the Holy Dragon Race before him, his voice dispassionate.

"I’m no match for you, I admit this, you scrapped my Reverse Scale back in those days, this debt, I’ve always wanted to settle it with you."

"Yet, in some sense, you are also my Holy Dragon Race’s benefactor, our chieftain ordered to retreat three miles upon encountering you."

The Guardian spoke with resolve.

Upon hearing these words, many Foreign Race eyes trembled. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Who would have thought that Zhou Wuliang and the Holy Dragon Race are entangled in such a way.

To make a proud race like the Holy Dragon Race speak words of retreat, this gratitude is not insignificant.

"It’s just a bet, why so solemn."

Zhou Lao smacked his lips lightly.

"True King Competition is no small matter, but hardly worth your personal appearance, isn’t it?"

The Guardian spoke.

"And surely with your stature as Supreme of the Holy Dragon Race, not worth you coming either, is it?"

Zhou Lao casually retorted.

His voice rich with meaning.

Upon these words, the Guardian’s demeanor slightly darkened.

The Human race indeed knows something.

Zhou Lao did not pay attention to the Guardian.

Instead, he looked at Zhou Zai, his gaze casually sweeping over the surrounding fortresses, those ancient eyes turning incredibly cold in an instant, a pallid aura exploding.

All Foreign Races felt Zhou Lao looked upon them, no, to be precise, looked through them, into the deeper existence of their souls.

Those eyes seemed to say...

I am back.

"Little Tu, Little Tu, bold steps forward, no matter the storm you stir, Master will hold the fort for you."

"If you succeed this time, this fortuitous chance..."

"Will indeed be grand..."

Zhou Wuliang pressed his lips, a trace of reminiscence surfaced in his eyes.

Days ago.

Inside Ancestor Hall.

Zhou Wuliang and Zhao Zizai walked in together, inside the hall, there were already seven figures.

"Master, long time no see."

Xing Mutian was the first to greet Zhou Wuliang; the other few also looked at him with some nostalgia.

"No need for unnecessary words."

"You’ve reassembled, does it mean the Human Race is on the brink?"

Zhou Lao half-jokingly said.

Since the commencement of the Ascension to Divinity plan, Martial Arts Dao’s Ten Heavens wandered and scattered, the path to godhood carried interference, uniqueness, paths not continued rejoining might alter direction.

Thus, they almost took turns in Ancestor Hall, relying on hall’s traits, sustaining two unaffected by interference.

Such a scene where ten heavens almost gather had never appeared in the past millennium.

"Tsk, Old Zhou, don’t say such ominous things, go on, shoo shoo shoo, away with the bad luck!"

Simu Changsheng said with distaste.

Beside him, a towering man sat, surrounded by a chilling aura.