At this moment, the Six Ancestors arrived in unison.
They immediately intervened, blocking the strike.
But all six of them trembled violently; it was clearly a struggle.
They exchanged a horrified glance—was this the opponent's true strength?
With just a casual strike, they had to give it their all to block it.
The Martial God Emperor was saved, his face slightly pale.
He was a strong figure in fighting heaven and earth, but in the face of absolute power, a natural reverence still existed.
More so, he had just danced near the edge of death; if not for the Six Ancestors appearing simultaneously and rescuing him, he would have been a dead man.
Was fear present?
A primal fear was indeed there.
However, upon regaining his composure, he was not afraid in the slightest.
In fact, the Martial God Emperor was somewhat eager to challenge, his face full of defiance.
"You all have come too, submit to me and I won't kill you."
