"A Simple Swing of A Sword" 

The trident glowed in soft golden light, and soon, the ancestors flew fast towards the blood clan on the island with their four wings. 

The flap of four wings was faster than just two wings, and the force was also doubled. 

The wind seemed to be cut by a flap of the ancestor's wings, and the void trembled in front of the strength of the ancestor's four wings. 

The same four wings, but the current elders from the celestials under the Queen's reign couldn't do such a thing. 

Not to mention making the void tremble or the wind getting cut. They could only fly faster than other celestials and used their wings for various purposes. 

Now, the celestial's ancestors showed their descendants what the true war machine race was like. 

The first ancestor soldier held his golden sword high and coldly slashed in the direction of Crimson Island.