# Chapter 820: Ancestral Kings Arrive in Force, Divine Melody Appears
A cold wind, scarlet blood, shattered bone fragments, a blood-red dao platform. The Divine King stood alone at the center, his white robes unsullied, not stained with a single blood flower, his presence awe-inspiring, silencing the crowd.
It was a shocking sight. Three ancient kings had been shattered, their bodies destroyed and their dao extinguished, causing many people's bodies to spasm and their souls to tremble, as if about to leave their bodies.
The Divine King did not kill indiscriminately, but that did not mean he would kill no one.
The seven ancient kings before had been cold and aloof, possessing true capital, but they had not deliberately said much. These three, however, had gone to extremes in humiliating the human race, and were all annihilated by the White-Robed Divine King!
Even if such people were spared, they would not feel gratitude; instead, they might become even more aggressive.
"Can we sit down and talk?" The Divine King stood on the blood-soaked high platform, addressing the eight ancient kings before him.
To say they were not shocked was impossible. The three who had just died were considered experts among the ancestral kings, yet they had all been slain. The remaining eight fell silent.
"Ha ha, ha ha ha..." Unrestrained laughter rang out, shaking the very heavens until they collapsed, traveling tens of thousands of miles away.
At the horizon, two ancient kings suddenly arrived. Their dharma power was overwhelming, their essence, energy, and spirit surging like a divine sea, flooding the entire world.
These two sages were extremely aggressive, their gazes sharp like eagles and wolves, descending upon the mortal world like two deities, looking down upon all under heaven.
One of them was laughing loudly, like the divine drums of the Heavenly Court rumbling, causing the four directions to collapse and the earth to sink. This demonic god-like figure clearly came with ill intent.
People drew in cold breaths. How many ancient kings were there? How could they continue fighting? Three had died, and now two more had arrived.
The Ten Thousand Tribes Grand Assembly was meant for peace talks, but some ancestral kings did not believe Emperor Wu Shi was still alive and came to strike with iron blood. This was only the beginning—would more come?
"We haven't arrived too late, have we?" A cold voice came from outside the pure land. Another ancient king arrived, stepping into the Jade Pool. He had divine wings on his back and dragon horns on his head, his appearance similar to humans.
On the Heaven-Piercing Platform, there was dead silence. No one spoke. This was despair. They had waited until now, and only ancient kings were manifesting, while the human race still had not produced a second sage.
What could be done? How could they continue fighting? Even if the White-Robed Divine King was a reincarnation of the War God, he could not fight so many ancient kings, and who knew how many more would come.
"One, two..." As time passed, people silently counted, their bodies growing cold. The ancient kings continued to increase.
On this early morning, seventeen ancient kings already stood together on the Heaven-Piercing Platform. The aura they emitted caused the ancient blue sky to rumble and roar—it was too astonishing.
And opposite them stood only the White-Robed Divine King, alone against so many ancient kings. How could this battle be fought? Bitterness filled every heart. The disparity was too great.
A wind blew past, and people pulled their clothes tighter, feeling an extraordinary coldness, as if deep autumn had arrived, desolating every heart.
These were beings equivalent to ancient sages, and seventeen of them had come! Just thinking about it made people lose their fighting spirit. The White-Robed Divine King was also human. This was... a death sentence. Who could help?
People felt a sense of powerlessness. No matter how they struggled, they could not see a single glimmer of hope. Too many ancient kings—it filled their hearts with despair.
And this did not even count the seven ancestral kings who had arrived yesterday. Although they showed some respect for the Divine King and sat to the side, it was still unsettling.
This was a heart-chilling situation. No one spoke. They could not even sigh, and could barely lift their heads.
"How disappointing. Is the human race worse off than in the ancient times? I recall there were still a few sages back then, but now there is only one in the entire world?" A cold voice descended from the sky.
An ancient king descended from heaven, like an evil god breaking free from the underworld's cage, bringing with him surging demonic energy. His pair of bat wings were pitch black like ink.
"Grand Darkness Ancestral King has also come!" Even many ancient kings were startled and stepped back a few paces. Clearly, his status was extraordinary.
"Clang"
A light sound rang out in the sky. A bolt of blood lightning descended from heaven, cutting a dazzling swath of blood light and inserting itself into the Heaven-Piercing Platform with a clanging sound.
This was a dragon spear, red as blood, coiled with a horned dragon. A section of bright red spear tip extended outward, captivating the soul.
A queen descended. She had wheat-colored skin, a fit and healthy figure, very tall, but also exuding killing intent. She had red hair, and even her eyes were blood-colored, as she grasped the dragon spear.
"Blood Lightning Ancestral King has also come!"
The various tribes present were shocked, deeply awed, and all stepped back. This was a renowned powerhouse across the world, and few dared to provoke her!
"How boring." A cold snort came from the void. A man in bronze battle armor walked forward step by step, the great dao harmonizing around him.
People were astonished. The bronze battle armor on his body was a true legendary saint weapon, enough to illustrate his terrifying status.
Since ancient times, sages before their passing had their own weapons, but those who could truly leave behind legendary saint weapons were extremely rare. This was also a testament and symbol of strength.
"Vine Green Ancestral King has arrived!" Some ancient beings cried out in surprise. This was someone who, even in the ancient times, could shake all directions with a single stomp.
The human powerhouses present felt their hearts turn to ash. They felt no hope at all. From the reactions of the various tribes, they could tell how terrifying these three later-arriving ancient kings were.
Suddenly, a burst of radiance—an ancient king was born amidst the morning glow, dazzling and brilliant. He seemed to walk out from the newborn sun, surrounded by divine rings, sacred and boundless.
"We want to see how Emperor Wu Shi manifests his divine miracle."
He stepped onto the Heaven-Piercing Platform, blazing with intense light like a sun god. His intentions were clearly hostile, stating outright that he had not come to attend the assembly.
As soon as he appeared, the other ancient kings were moved and involuntarily stepped back, clearly indicating his extremely high status.
"This is the Bright Sun Ancestral King!"
Some knowledgeable members of the ancient tribes exclaimed in shock, unable to help trembling with fear. This was a truly ruthless character, with extremely glorious battle achievements in the ancient times.
On the Heaven-Piercing Platform, twenty-one terrifying saintly bodies emitted an aura that could collapse the myriad heavens and all ages, chilling hearts and souls.
Among them, the four most powerful ancient kings stood side by side at the very front. They were: Grand Darkness Ancestral King, Blood Lightning Ancestral King, Vine Green Ancestral King, and Bright Sun Ancestral King.
These four, who had arrived last, commanded the reverence of even the other ancient kings. They were renowned powerhouses from the ancient times, each having killed until rivers of blood flowed and mountains of bones rose, feared by all ten thousand tribes.
Such a group of ancient kings gathered together—even without fighting, the mere aura they released was enough to shatter the earth and make blood flow in rivers.
And opposite them stood only one Divine King, white as snow, facing so many alone. This was an unequal confrontation. The disparity was too great.
What could be done? This was a dead end!
Unless the Divine King attained the dao, he could not possibly contend. If battle truly began today, his undefeated myth would surely be shattered, and he would shed his last drop of divine blood.
Those who were meant to come had mostly arrived. Such a comparison chilled the human heart, turning faces ashen, extinguishing the last trace of hope.
The Black Tortoise did not move, because beside it, seven ancient kings also did not move. They had already stated they would not act. If the Divine King passed this trial, they would turn and leave.
Ye Fan's heart was bitter. The Divine Silkworm Princess had told him that some ancient kings would come to seek an explanation, but he had never expected such a group!
The Divine King's bravery was evident to all, but even if he were the War God, he could not stop so many sages, especially with those four ancestral kings at the front being so extraordinary.
"All Secret, will you shine brilliantly today?" he murmured to himself. Before dawn broke, he had taught this secret to the Divine King.
Among the Nine Secrets, only this one was the simplest. It required no deep comprehension, only a mysterious formula that could be activated once memorized.
Vine Green Ancient King, wearing his bronze legendary battle armor, said calmly, "He has not walked far on the path of sainthood, yet possesses combat power that rivals ours. A sage from this era is indeed extraordinary."
These words shocked the powerhouses of all tribes. For the first time, they learned the White-Robed Divine King's true strength—nearly matching the four great ancient kings renowned in ancient times.
However, human cultivators felt ice-cold upon hearing these words. Though the Divine King was brave, he could not match them, and there were four such opponents.
A clear wind blew. The Divine King's white robes fluttered as he stood quietly at the center of the dao platform, facing more than twenty ancient ancestral kings alone, his expression never changing.
"You are an outstanding talent, but resisting the ten thousand tribes with your own strength is unrealistic." The Bright Sun Ancient King, his entire body submerged in divine light like a sun god, spoke.
"So many ancient kings are truly awe-inspiring." The White-Robed Divine King sighed softly. "If I do not strike, you will. There is no choice."
"Knowing it cannot be done, yet still choosing to die?" Among the four great ancient kings, the only queen spoke. Her name was Blood Lightning. She had a fit, healthy figure, held a dragon spear, and carried the heaviest killing intent, which had condensed into tangible form.
The White-Robed Divine King did not speak.
"If you want to sit down and talk, you need the qualifications. How can you contend with us alone?" A cold voice came from an ancestral king behind.
"This world is cruel. To have the right to speak, you must display corresponding strength." Grand Darkness Ancient King spoke coldly. The pair of bat wings on his back flapped, instantly surging with overwhelming demonic energy, terrifying to behold.
"Is there no choice left? Then let it be war." The White-Robed Divine King's voice was very soft, but it was earth-shattering, causing everyone's ears to ring.
How could he fight so many ancestral kings alone?!
Everyone was stunned. This was a death sentence, with no hope of survival, yet he chose it. He was almost walking to his death.
"Overestimating yourself. Do you think you are a Quasi-Emperor, daring to say such words? Everyone, let us strike quickly and erase him!"
"The blood of a human sage—such a nostalgic taste. The ancient times have passed. How many years has it been since I last tasted it?"
"You want to defeat the ten thousand tribes with your own strength? You are seeking death. Let us grant your wish, you ridiculous human!"
"After this battle, the tribes will rule the world, sweeping away all ants, just like in the ancient times. Only true royal clans can rule this land."
Behind, several ancient kings spoke coldly, their words piercing like ice.
But in front, the four great ancient kings renowned in ancient times said nothing. They all sensed an unusual atmosphere.
The White-Robed Divine King sat cross-legged in the void. An ancient zither appeared before him. He gently plucked the strings, producing a wondrous sound that echoed through heaven and earth.
"The Divine Prelude!" Behind him, Ye Fan's eyes reddened, and his entire body trembled. Back then, when he had his broken path reconnected, this was the dao sound that had been emitted, draining the Divine King dry.
This time, no matter what, he would not let such a scene play out a second time.
The Divine Prelude was only the beginning. If the true Divine Melody was manifested, one could obtain power nearly equal to a deity!
"Ding dong,"
Suddenly, the melody continued, harmonizing with the heavenly dao, moving slowly and gracefully, its sound traveling across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers!
"The Divine Melody—this is... the true Divine Melody!" Ye Fan's voice trembled.
Flower petals danced everywhere in the sky, each one crystalline, drifting down between heaven and earth, their fragrance filling the air. They made the White-Robed Divine King appear even more otherworldly, untouched by worldly dust.
"Kill him!"
Behind, an ancient king shouted, charging forward.
"Pfft"
A figure exploded, turning into a rain of blood that dyed the crystalline petals, exceptionally beautiful yet tragic.
"What is happening? This power..." Another ancient king roared as he rushed forward but could not struggle free. With another "pfft," he too turned into a rain of blood.
In the sky, a rain of flower petals danced. The Divine Prelude shook the nine heavens. Petal after petal was stained with blood, stunning the mortal world.
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