Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

It was a road that had been forgotten for eternity.

On the outskirts of the Earth Star, Pojun, Tanlang and Qisha suddenly straightened their bodies, and unprecedented brilliance burst out of their eyes.

"Here it comes." Pojun grinned, his fighting spirit boiling.

"Finally... I've waited until this moment."

Tan Lang licked his lips and put his hand on the hilt of the knife.

Qi Sha remained silent, but the murderous aura surrounding him suddenly surged, almost freezing the void.

Deep in the thirteen ancient roads, all the emperors were alarmed at the same moment.

"This aura... is from that dead-end road." The Black Vine Emperor's thoughts were filled with surprise and doubt.

"The remnants of Zhan Tian... have they actually found the coordinates for their return?"

The Metal King's voice was filled with anger, and his huge metal body vibrated in the ancient road, causing the void to roar.

"Stop them, never let them land on Earth. Humph, do they really think they can land smoothly?" An ancient emperor roared in another ancient road.

Rumble!

Needless to say, the thirteen ancient roads burst out with tremendous imperial power at the same time.

One after another of the terrifying and incomparable imperial laws,

Transformed into a giant spear that tore through the galaxy.

The dark abyss that devours everything,

The extremely cold prison that has frozen the world for eternity...

Like a torrent of destruction.

They all bombarded the edge of the universe where the pressure came from, and the illusory entrance to the ancient Zhantian Road.

The emperors joined forces.

They would stop at nothing to completely destroy the Heaven-Warrior's return journey into the void.

"Hey, have you asked your grandpa about me?!"

Pojun laughed wildly, and his body suddenly expanded, turning into a giant shrouded in golden light.

Rumble,

Punch out.

The extremely domineering fist intent directly blew up several imperial laws that were bombarding the Zhantian Ancient Road.

The Tan Lang sword came out like a dragon, and the sad and beautiful sword light spanned millions of miles.

Cut off a long black river of curses and resentment.

Qi Sha's figure disappeared completely.

The next moment, endless sword intent of annihilation was like an invisible storm.

It suddenly erupted in the torrent of the imperial laws, throwing it into chaos.

The shadows of the Great Demon and the Co-Lord also solidified in an instant.

The co-leader raised his hand, and a picture of the rise and fall of countless civilizations flowed from his fingertips, transforming into a seemingly soft but indestructible light curtain, blocking the ancient Zhantian Road.

The Great Demon God let out a demonic roar that shook the universe. He stretched out his demonic claws and directly grabbed an imperial law composed of strange vines and squeezed it hard.

Click.

Suddenly, a painful groan from the Black Vine King was heard from the ancient road.

The emperors' attack was temporarily stopped.

But more attacks still penetrated the blockade and hit the target.

At this critical moment,

"Roar!!"

A roar that seemed to come from the ancient times exploded from the end of the Zhantian Ancient Road.

Then, a shadow of a bronze battle axe as big as a mountain appeared.

Covered in rust, it was the first to emerge from the broken void.

It was just a shadow, but the axe intent that split the chaos seemed to have the power to cut through the horror of eternity, directly smashing the dozens of oncoming attacks of the imperial laws.

"We...are back!"

desolate,

hoarse.

However, the roars in unison, filled with infinite fighting spirit and determination, shook the heavens and the worlds.

Under the gaze of countless shocked eyes, the originally empty edge of the universe.

The space shattered like fragile glass, and a dilapidated ancient road stained with countless dried blood squeezed into the starry sky.

There are shadowy figures on the ancient road.

Their clothes were tattered, their armor was torn, and many of them were horribly wounded.

Some even had missing limbs and used spears to move around.

But the eyes of each of them are like the sharpest blade, burning with the flame of never surrendering.

Their breaths merged into one.

Brutal and domineering,

Yet, he kept moving forward.

That is the iron-blooded fighting spirit that is forged in the face of life and death, and the resolute belief that dares to swing the sword towards the supreme heaven.

The leader was a one-eyed strong man holding a bronze battle axe. There was a terrible scar on his chest that almost split it open, and it was still oozing golden blood.