Martial Saint!-Chapter 1050 - 760: Martial God (Double - )

The Vice Tower Lord smiled wryly.

"Mirage?"

Lu Chenzhou felt a stir in his heart.

He wanted to return to the Great Universe, but wondered if he could go back through the Mirage.

"Where does this Mirage lead to?"

Lu Chenzhou asked.

"Not sure, Mirages are random, no one dares to enter. Don’t be hasty, I know you want to go home, but Mirages are too dangerous. Going in without understanding the situation means almost certain death," the Vice Tower Lord hastily added, unwilling to let Aaron slip away.

He is the hope for the Elemental Tower’s rise.

"I understand."

"These top-level geniuses are the catch of every family. If you can rescue them, we could demand any price from them in exchange."

The Vice Tower Lord laughed sinisterly.

"Alright, I’ll make a trip."

Although Lu Chenzhou is a Martial God, in this Universe, he is not recognized and considered below the legendary Realm.

Yet his strength is estimated to be unmatched by many legends.

...

Overlord Plane.

An ancient alien race ruin spans across the Void.

Eight legendary powerhouses guard this place, formidable forces of the eight great powers. Among them, an elder wearing the Elemental Tower’s magic robe laughed and said, "Everyone, those youths inside are saved. [Prophet Killer] Aaron has emerged, with his strength, he should be able to sweep through the prophets inside."

Prophet Killer is the name Lu Chenzhou earned through his years of conquest.

He only targets high-level battles, specifically focusing on killing prophets, never failing once.

"Look at how smug you are," a female mage from the House of the Dead sneered.

"Aaron? Although he’s strong, there is a [Champion Prophet] of the Nest Builder’s inside the ruins, on par with legends... Can he do it?"

A powerhouse from the River of Time said.

"It’s a pity that the Dawn Temple’s [Saint Heir] is at a crucial moment of breakthrough, otherwise he would have succeeded for sure."

The Dawn Temple’s powerhouse was also somewhat frustrated.

To become a Dawn Saint Son, one must slay a Divine Level with the body of the Ninth Rank.

Such figures appear only once in an era on the grand stage of the Stars.

This era belongs to Dawn Saint Son.

With the resources of the Dawn Temple, such people can almost always achieve Top-level Divine, and with a bit of luck, become a Supreme.

"Don’t worry, our Lord Aaron is not weaker than your Saint Heir," the elder said confidently.

He had just learned that Aaron had managed to subdue the Red Emperor Meteorite Iron.

The Dawn Saint Son’s fame also stems from controlling the relic of a Supreme strongman, named [Fire Dragon Sword].

That Supreme was one of the Primordial Ancestor’s most capable lieutenants, whose talent was second only to the Primordial Ancestor.

In the Golden Age, he ascended to the Supreme, venturing into Endless Chaos to follow the Primordial Ancestor.

Boom! A figure broke through the skies, and Lu Chenzhou descended from above, looked at the eight powerhouses, and saluted, "Aaron greets your excellencies."

"Lord Aaron, haha, you’ve finally arrived," the elder laughed.

Other legends sized up Lu Chenzhou, curious how someone with mana fluctuations only at the Seventh Level could be so formidable.

Rumor has it that this Aaron has independently pioneered a path of Body Dao.

Many top-level powerhouses are envious, but recalling the Elemental Tower and the mysterious Tower Master, none dare to bully the young.

"I’m going in," Lu Chenzhou said.

"Yes, as long as you can rescue these people, you can ask for any condition. Everyone, am I right?" the elder glanced at the crowd.

"Just don’t be excessive."

"Rest assured, there will be plenty of benefits for you."

These legends were somewhat frustrated.

Such a top-level figure is actually part of the Elemental Tower.

The Elemental Tower is already the leader of the spellcasters, only the Dawn Temple can compare, and now it is further strengthened.

...

Inside the ruins.

A vast swarm of insects covered the sky, led by an insectoid with a crown resembling a mantis.

He is the Champion Prophet, a formidable existence that one in a thousand prophets can give birth to.

His status in the Nest Builder Civilization surpasses most kings, favored by the queen mother.

Beside him, there were as many as twenty-four ordinary prophets, commanding billions of elite troops.

"If we kill these eight geniuses, those old folks of the Central Continent will be absolutely heartbroken."

The Champion Prophet laughed heartily, relishing the thought of those legends being anxious yet helpless against him.

Ahead, eight geniuses from various powers deployed their trump cards while attacking and retreating.

"The gap is too wide," a female mage from the Elemental Tower said hopelessly.

"The Champion Prophet is too strong; otherwise, we would’ve had a chance to turn the tables with our cards."

The handsome youth from the House of the Dead also sensed a strong death crisis.

He studies death, but does not wish to die.

"The Nest Builder Civilization has truly spared no effort to kill us. The Champion Prophet, the cost of creating such a war machine for the queen mother is higher than that of a king... It’s a pity that Dawn Saint Son is not here, otherwise, he would have definitely demonstrated the power of the Fire Dragon Sword to the Champion Prophet."

The Dawn Temple has deep heritage, possessing several relics left by Supreme strongmen.

The Fire Dragon Sword is one of the most outstanding.

"Don’t give up, the eight legends are already outside."

These geniuses are the top-level elemental practitioners, stronger than the Demon Lords.

Therefore, they can withstand the siege for so long.

Suddenly, in the sky of the ruins, another light flickered.

Rumble! Accompanied by violent tremors, as if a star fell to the earth.

The dust was drawn back, particles exploded countless swarms into powder, and a terrifying aura swept across the entire ruins.