True Martial's long hair was deep black, just like his ink-like eyes.
The True Martial Sword he held was so sharp that it made people dare not look directly at it.
A member of the Monster Race glanced at the blade, and their eyes were directly pierced by Sword Intent, leaving them blind.
True Martial gazed at the sacred temple with its majestic Dao might and said calmly, "Where I intend to go, no one can stop me.
That includes you, Holy Ancestor."
"True Martial, during the Heaven Challenge, you don't want to stir up trouble, do you," an ancient voice replied from within the Holy Temple.
"I won't stop your Heaven Challenge, nor can I stop you.
But this person must die.
You must understand, this is not merely my intention."
"He is a disciple of the True Martial Holy Sect, so I'm obliged to protect him," True Martial said calmly.
"You threaten me?
Well, that is a big mistake.
No matter whose intention it is, my entire life of True Martial will never be controlled by others."
