Great Ancestor Zhang Cheng could not help but think of such an absurd idea; he could not help but think that Lu Xuan was like God's own son right now or even the hero of a certain novel.
How else could all these impossible situations have been explained?
While the two Great Ancestors were randomly generating such ideas in their heads, they saw that on the battlefield, the battle between Lu Xuan and Yan Han had now reached its peak.
"Just die already, Lu Xuan!"
As Yan Han let out an angry roar, the Ring of Blood Sun rose behind him.
If one could have said that Yan Han's primordial spirit only consisted of a huge sun mixed with some blood, then at least one-third of his primordial spirit had now turned into a blood sun.
The blood sun crushed the world, suppressing everything in its path. It was as if it even wanted to burn Lu Xuan alive.