Eighteen levels of hell

The battle symbol art appeared between Lu Ming's eyebrows once again. It was shining and attracted everyone's attention.

"The ancient Origin's word 'battle', the true ancient Origin's word' battle'!"

The patriarch of the dark ape battle clan muttered to himself. Then, his body began to tremble slightly. He appeared to be extremely excited.

"Your subordinate, Yuan Huan, the clan leader of the dark ape battle clan, greets the battle ancestor!"

Then, the clan leader of the nether ape war clan bowed to Lu Ming respectfully.

"This subordinate greets the war ancestor!"

Following that, the other powerhouses of the nether ape battle clan also bowed to Lu Ming respectfully.

However, not everyone saluted Lu Ming. A small group of people stood still and the first elder was one of them.

please get up, clan leader. Eh, why do you all call me war ancestor? "