351 Mask

Archean Mountain, Grotto-Heaven Pavilion's backyard.

It was still an ordinary-looking room. Two tiny black dots flew out from the painting hanging on the wall. They grew larger and larger; they were Qin Wu and Meng Chuan.

Ancestral Master Archean Eon's control over space reached an unimaginable level. Meng Chuan turned his head and looked at the painting in admiration.

If this era had an expert like Ancestral Master Archean Eon, the demons would be simply courting death if they dared to invade. Unfortunately, although the human race had a long history, Ancestral Master Archean Eon was the only one that had truly shocked many worlds.

"Meng Chuan." Li Guan pushed open the door and walked in.

Meng Chuan bowed. "Supremacy."

"Your current speed far exceeds your past speed when using the Bloodblade Disc," said Li Guan. "I'm afraid that you'll sweep through the underground demon monarchs in our Great Zhou Dynasty in a few months."