Grand Ancestral Bloodlines Chapter 1804

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1804 Ryu Tatsuya

Behind his playful demeanor, there was a frightening coldness hidden in the depths of his gaze. 

It could be said that he hated a lot of things honestly. Depending on the day, it might be that he hated being tested the most. On another day, it might be being provoked. Today, he particularly hated those that tried to kill him, and maybe that was the most normal of his hatreds. 

He was humiliating the Dao Lord on purpose because this was the best that he could do. He wanted to stamp this humiliation into his mind, ensuring that he would never forget it… 

Until the day he came to take his life. 

Because unfortunately, that day would certainly not be today. 

And when he got his revenge, it wasn’t just going to be against this bumbling fool of a Dao Lord. It would also be against Kaisa’s supposed cousin, and also… 

Ryu looked into the skies and locked gazes with Commander Tiger again. 

He knew that the man was likely here, not under his own will, but that was what made it even more pathetic. 

To have the power of a Dao Sovereign, and yet to still lower your head… 

Honestly speaking, this world might have a higher ceiling than the True Martial World, but Ryu had yet to see even a single true warrior, and not a single expert with a Dao Heart worth appreciating. 

All he had seen were jokes of a Dao, spineless cowards, and even Commander Tiger, who seemed to live and breathe battle, was only using it as an escape. 

After seeing his past lives, he could see reflections of himself in all of these people, and that was part of why they had all frustrated him so much. He had yet to stop slandering them in his thoughts, and he didn’t feel that he would be able to stop doing so at any moment. 

And that was when exactly what Ryu was waiting for happened. 

A fourth Dao Lord rushed in from the distance just as the bumbling fool below wanted to rush at him again. 

It seemed that being in good favor with the Fey Sovereign had come with its perks. He might have been too foolish to read the tea leaves of the situation sharply enough, but at the very least, he had reacted in time. 

This was why Ryu had actively exposed and then stalled out the Dao Lord. So long as he wasted enough time, he knew that someone would come to deal with the rest for him. 

“Silver Shield, you call yourself a Lord?!”

A Fey Lord rushed to the battlefield with a valiant momentum, clashing with the supposed Lord Silver Shield before he could even make it halfway to Ryu. 

“Get out of my way!”

The Fey Lord sneered. 

“How pathetic. The child was right. You really don’t have the bearing of a Lord. Not only did you attack a junior, you snuck around like a scuttling rat.”

Ryu’s lip curled as he saw this. 

The Fey Lord was a woman, but her mouth was particularly sharp. He kind of liked that. 

However, what he would like even more was the carnage he was about to unleash. 

His aura changed, and a frightening cold came from him. Thunder clapped in the skies above and he vanished, appearing in the midst of the army once more without the slightest care. 

Ryu unleashed his wrath in the truest of senses. 

His frustrations only seemed to be piling up these days, and there was little he could do about it. 

He still hadn’t resolved his past lives in his mind. 

He couldn’t cultivate like he wanted in this world because that would mean exposing his Chaotic Silk Meridians, so he had once again returned to his slow-paced, snail-like progress. 

And now ants were constantly trying to kill him when he hadn’t even been here for a single week. 

How could he not be infuriated? 

‘Die. All of you.’

Ryu moved through the battlefield like a phantom. Every time he appeared, three or four would die at a time. After the devastating blow that Lord Silver Shield had caused to his own armies, the cauldron in the skies was already wavering to begin with, but now the situation was far worse. 

Ryu seemed to see through every weakness and every flaw. 

Those far above him in cultivation had their armors crippled with one blow, and their bodies shattered in the other. They each died with confusion, wondering why the circulation patterns they were so used to had suddenly become so slow and sluggish. 

At first, he only targeted True Sky Gods, and not a single one of them could last more than a single exchange. His fists were akin to the reaper’s death scythe. 

However, after he ran out of them to kill, he moved on to Perfect Sky Gods. He didn’t even use [Earth Gate], let alone [Heaven Gate]. 

Everyone else probably thought that this was because such a shocking method couldn’t be used in quick succession. After all, it had only been three days since he last did so. 

But only Ryu knew that the real reason was because he was proving a point. 

So what if he was a True Sky God? 

So what if this world was a tier above the True Martial World and countless times better than his own? 

He was Ryu Tatsuya, no matter the time or space, and those that stood in his way only had a single path before them. 

Death. 

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He exchanged a furious set of blows with a Perfect Sky God. In the first dozen, they seemed to have been evenly matched, but in the next dozen, Ryu seemed to have seen through her flaws, reaching forward and slicing a hole through her neck with a finger. 

He met up against another, weathering a storm of descending flames as though they weren’t even there and bursting their head with a fist.