Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Chapter 2218

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Ryu’s intent gaze on the obelisk paused as he looked off into the distance. He only gave it a brief glance before he snorted, his gaze turning back to the obelisk.

The density of darkness around him deepened and he released a growl. It couldn’t be seen, but veins popped up across his skin beneath the plumes of blackness. His strain increased considerably in a brief instant, but he stood there unmoved.

He wouldn’t fall here. No one could stop him.

He would rewrite everything if he had to.

…

Ailsa felt something ripped out of her. The tendrils of darkness quickly accumulating vanished.

The old man had accelerated into the distance, his eyes on full alert. He had been certain that something he didn’t want to be around for was happening, but then it suddenly vanished.

Ailsa almost stumbled as though something that had a strong tug on her had let go.

She stood in a daze, raising a palm to her chest as tears fell from her eyes.

It was her fault, it was all her fault. What sort of wife was she?

He was so stubborn, she knew exactly how stubborn he was, and yet she had still pushed him so far.

Tears fell from her eyes even faster than before, sparking like stars as they fell through the endless darkness.

…

Ryu ignored the world, staring at the Title before him. The pressure was only increasing once again, but he continued to force himself to stare.

Nothing would stop him. Nothing at all.

BANG!

A figure burst through.

Stumbling forward, Young Master Bright stepped onto the cloudy island, his intent burning. When he saw the black figure in the distance, he didn’t even know that it was Ryu. All he knew was that someone had actually gotten here ahead of him.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

One figure after another shot out. Yeger Sun, Young Master Shade, The Dragon Prince and Princess.

Some looked more leisurely than others, but they all had gazes that landed on the black figure in the distance.

Ryu didn’t seem to be paying attention to them at all, but they were also in great luck… that was because his body was obscuring the words that might have otherwise crushed a large majority of them.

And then… his head tilted back.

They didn’t recognize the face, the twisted maw, or the depths of darkness.

But those eyes… they were geniuses, they would never forget them.

Ryu.

Xalvador and a horde of Martial Gods burst through just as Ryu looked back. They recognized him immediately as well, but when they saw a striking lack of Solara, their hearts shook.

Aurelia’s eyes were particularly wide. She probably knew better than them all just how powerful Solara was for reasons she would rather forget. Seeing only Ryu here… she couldn’t understand what was happening either.

Young Master Bright’s gaze flashed with a malevolent light. He took a step forward, an armor of illusory light, shimmering with the brightest of royal blues clinking and clanking into place on his body.

Every piece came with the satisfying slap of metal.

He raised his fists, gauntlets that seemed to descend from the Heavens themselves sliding into place just as a visor covered his eyes.

He unleashed a roar.

He didn’t care about anything else. Since Ryu was here, he would crush him.

The pressure of a Dao Heart towering to the Heavens came from him.

He stomped a foot and then surged forward. In the blink of an eye, his fist had appeared at Ryu’s twisted head.

BANG!

Ryu was sent flying back, his body slamming against the obelisk.

Young Master Bright had already closed the distance, following so closely it almost looked as though he was flying along with Ryu.

Ryu tilted his head to the side.

BOOM!

A shriek came from Young Master Bright’s lips as every bone in his arm shattered. He hadn’t held back in the slightest, and his knuckles cracked against the Title Stele, a reverberating impact sending him flying back.

Or rather, it would have had Ryu not grabbed the collar of his armor.

To his credit, Young Master Bright dismissed it with great speed, causing Ryu to only grab onto it briefly. But it was enough to stifle his momentum, and…

SLAP.

Ryu’s palm crossed Young Master Bright’s face. His skill was so high that his hand had already been moving after his first action. One would think that he was peering into the future.

The War God Pupil wielder was sent sprawling into the distance, his body rotating, grinding, and flipping across the ground of rainbow clouds.

Ryu took a step, space warping as he appeared just where Young Master Bright was about to stop. The young genius had only just been about to stop his momentum, and hadn’t even had a chance to unleash his fury for the slap, when a foot descended from above, slamming into his other cheek and grinding his face into the dirt.

Ryu tried to crush his head, but Young Master Bright’s body was too powerful and his own had grown too weak by now. He simply couldn’t manage it.

But the humiliation the War God Pupil wielder was experiencing was unlike anything he had ever felt in his entire life.

A roar came from his lips and a great amount of strength and pulsing qi sent Ryu rebounding into the distance.

He flipped through the air, landing on his feet.

There was an indifferent coldness in Ryu’s eyes, but it belied the almost manic howl that came from his maw.

Tendrils of black split his mouth apart, ripples of darkness extended from his hands to form claws.

Dragon’s Claw.

His palm became as large as his body, sweeping out. There didn’t even seem to be a singular target.

They were all his target.

Since they had interrupted his meditation session, every single last one of them would have to die.

Solara was right about one thing. They overestimated themselves too much, there was only room for one at the top.

And it would be him.