Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 1527

"The supreme spear intent?"

Such a violent and overbearing spear intent made most people tremble. It was as terrifying as being suppressed by a supreme god's spiritual sense.

Bang! Bang! Bang

The black-robed guard's arms turned blood-red as he attacked the eight spears. The force of the collision threw him thousands of feet away.

An old figure suddenly appeared in front of the hall of the Ancestral Land. The ancestor himself showed up again to watch the battle.

"Argh!"

The black-robed guard roared madly at the counterattack. It had taken the young man only two moves to defeat him! He wouldn't accept it. After all the time of cultivating, had his hard work really been in vain?

"Come back. You are no match for Finley."

The ancestor spoke up, forcing the crazed guard to restrain the god's power.

"Yes, sir." Even though the guard was unwilling, he could only nod respectfully and fly back to the front of the hall, quietly landing beside the ancestor.

"Leave it be. It looks as if he's comprehended a lot from the battle scenes Supreme God Alfredo had left behind. Since he has reached the Deputy God Realm, it's understandable that you wouldn't be a match for him."

The guard didn't want to give up. The ancestor worried this would affect his warrior spirit, so he chose his words carefully to explain the matter to him.

"Yes, I understand." Only then did the guard's annoyance drop.

"Starry Sword, Finley Feng, both of you, come here." The ancestor's old, hoarse voice transmitted over to them.

"Yes, sir."

No matter how arrogant they were, they wouldn't dare disrespect the ancestor. This was not merely because of the ancestor's strength, but because of the faith all humans had. As their leader, he commanded respect from all.

Even if there were supreme gods among the younger generations, they were all obligated to respect the ancestor.

"Ancestor, what can I do for you?" Lord Feng asked as Lord Starry Sword didn't like to speak.

"Are you certain you can help Darren survive the tribulations?" the ancestor asked.

"Yes, ancestor. It's not due to any close ties we have with Darren. We simply see it as an opportunity. With Darren alive, our race will very likely have the strongest supreme god in the future. That could only be beneficial to us," Lord Feng explained.

"I too am aware of that. However, it would be incredibly difficult. Humans wouldn't be able to afford such a great loss."

In the ancestor's consciousness, he truly believed that Darren's death was inevitable. No matter who tried to save him, he had little chance of survival.

"But the Twelve Great Witchers have already decided to help Darren. Even if we don't go, once Darren reaches the Superior God Realm, the chief gods' spiritual sense will appear, isn't that right?" Lord Feng asked.

"I plan on taking the last step myself," the ancestor said.

"The last step?" Lord Starry Sword frowned. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you mean that you want a part of the human race to cross the void?"

"Yes." The ancestor nodded.

This had been a safety measure for the longest time. Once grave danger struck the human race, the human masters would escort those with great potential to hide in another void. There they could lead a new life and reproduce so that their race wouldn't die out.

Such a plan would only take place in the event that the human race was at the risk of annihilation.

Both Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng hadn't expected the ancestor to carry out the plan before seeing if Darren could survive the tribulations.

"Ancestor, please don't!" Lord Feng was the first to object. He knew what crossing the void meant. It meant that the vast majority of humans would be left behind. They would be forced to stay where they were now until the chief gods wiped them out. Only a chosen handful would survive.

"That is my personal decision. But it will all depend on Heath. If he has a different opinion, we will reevaluate our choices," the ancestor said.

It appeared Heath had a very important position.

However, neither Lord Starry Sword nor Lord Feng knew who Heath was.