The matter of the Viper King Venerable was over.
Yet its influence was far from over.
This major event changed everyone's perception. From this day forward, the Martial Dao ascended to a divine pedestal—a truly *divine* pedestal.
The Martial Dao prowess displayed by the man and the beast far surpassed the common person's understanding, transcending the very concept of a Martial Artist.
It was no exaggeration to call them "Immortal Gods."
With every move, they displayed world-shattering might, an absurdly large attack range, terrifying and invulnerable defenses, and elusive, lightning-fast speed—enough to give every major power sleepless nights.
Even with an army of a million mercenaries, one was like an ant before them, easily crushed with a single hand.
At the apex of the Martial Dao, I reign supreme!
From now on, Martial Artists were no longer swords in the hands of the powerful, no longer bound by worldly constraints.
