Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

333 Protect my South China Sea!

"What exactly happened outside while I was asleep?"

Jiang Xingtian sat up and saw the tubes inserted into his body.

"Dad!" Jiang Hong immediately knelt down:

"Monsters have invaded the city!"

"Xu Wusheng is overwhelmed; the defense line has collapsed!"

"I...I had no choice but to forcibly awaken you using the blood-burning agent!"

He, a dignified seventh-realm Martial Emperor, was now like a child who had made a mistake, his tone full of guilt and helplessness.

"Damn monster!" Jiang Xingtian cursed angrily.

His immense aura erupted suddenly, and all the tubes connected to him were instantly blasted out, splattering pale red blood-burning agent everywhere.

He had guarded Nanhai City for nearly a century, and the home he had nurtured with his life's blood and sweat was now being told that it was about to fall!

How could this not infuriate him?

If the city is lost in his hands, how will he face the ancestors of the Jiang family when he goes down to the underworld?

How can we face our former comrades who are buried here?

Even if it costs me my life, I absolutely cannot let the demons succeed!

"Cough cough..."

The intense emotional turmoil aroused his long-dormant body, and Jiang Xingtian couldn't help but cough violently.

He felt the surging power within him, both familiar and strange.

Having been asleep for too long, the body has become rusty in its control over its strength.

Moreover, the blood-burning agent that had just been injected was frantically squeezing his already decaying body, bringing him immense power while also accelerating the loss of his life.

Jiang Xingtian forcibly suppressed his anger and got out of bed: "Have the clansmen all been made settled?"

"Everything's arranged!" Jiang Hong quickly helped him up and replied rapidly.

"All the outstanding young talents have been secretly transported to other cities, and Meng Yun is among them."

"The rest of the Jiang family members stayed behind, determined to live and die with Nanhai City!"

"Well done!" Jiang Xingtian nodded approvingly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "We Jiang family members shed blood, not tears. We absolutely cannot bring shame to Nanhai City!"

Looking at his father's figure standing up again, Jiang Hong felt as if he had found his pillar of support.

"Dad, I'll go into battle with you right now and kill all those damned monsters!"

He had been in this secret room for too long, listening to the sounds of fighting and explosions outside, and the torment in his heart had made him unbearably hungry.

It's time to let those beasts know how tough the people of Southsea City really are!

If you want to take over South China Sea City, how can you do it without losing a few teeth?

"No!" Jiang Xingtian refused resolutely.

"You can't get involved in the battles of the Eight Realms; going up there will only be a pointless death."

"Besides, my body, which was forcibly awakened, probably won't last much longer."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hong's excitement froze instantly: "Then I..."

Jiang Xingtian stared at him, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"There is something more important for you to handle."

"That will be our Southsea City's... last hope for a comeback!"

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Nanhai City, core area.

This is the last line of defense for South Sea City.

The once bustling streets are now ruins, littered with the corpses of countless warriors and civilians.

The surviving fighting force has all been concentrated here, preparing for a final resistance.

"Everyone...!"

Shen Qingtong stood on a makeshift platform, cupped his hands in front of him, and bowed deeply.

Before him stood all the seventh-realm warriors still alive in South China Sea City.

The heads of the Xu and Nan families, and other high-ranking members of the local martial arts families in Nanhai City, were all injured, but they still stood ramrod straight.

Beside them were aid forces from other Chinese cities.

A pale-faced middle-aged man was followed by several powerful zombies; they were the successors of the corpse-driving lineage.

An old man holding a feng shui compass had mysterious formations carved under his feet, drawing upon the earth's energy.

There was also a cloaked figure, with a lifelike wooden puppet standing beside him.

……

The most eye-catching of them all was a golden mech from Star City.

Standing three meters tall and wielding a lightsaber, the mech's surface is covered in battle scratches from repeated fierce battles.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Qingtong.

"Nanhai City has been able to hold out until now entirely thanks to everyone's tremendous help. I, Shen, thank you all."

"The battle that follows will truly be a fight to the death..."

Shen Qingtong paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the outside aid workers:

"Friends outside Nanhai City, you have come from afar, risking your lives to fight alongside us until this moment. This friendship, I, Shen Qingtong, and the tens of millions of people of Nanhai City, will never forget!"

"Now, the monsters have completely surrounded us, and our path forward is blocked. If anyone wants to leave, I will not stop them; this is our last chance."

After Shen Qingtong finished speaking, no one moved.

The middle-aged man flashed a set of white teeth: "General Shen, who are you looking down on? We Chinese martial artists have always been united as one; how could we possibly desert in the face of battle?"

"That's right!" The old man holding the compass stroked his beard and said, "If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. If the demons take over South Sea City today, who will be the next to suffer? Even with my meager skills, I must do my part to protect China!"

Just then, the golden mecha also emitted a synthesized electronic sound.

"Ten years ago, when my Star City was in danger, it was your South Sea City that came to my aid from afar."

"With the South China Sea in peril today, how can Star City be a treacherous deserter?"

His words resonated deeply, moving all the warriors from South China Sea City present.

Shen Qingtong's eyes reddened slightly, and he bowed deeply once more:

"I, Shen, will not say more!"

"If we survive this battle, you will all be my brothers of Southsea City forever!"

"I will certainly offer three cups in return...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an immense and unparalleled pressure rose into the sky without warning from the direction of the Jiang family compound.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky above the core area, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

"This is..." Shen Qingtong was suddenly stunned and turned to look in that direction.

"Eight Realms... Power of Thunder..."

"It's the patriarch of the Jiang family! It's Jiang Xingtian!"

"He has awakened from his deep sleep!"

At this moment, not only them, but also the five eighth-realm demons who were besieging Xu Junhao also sensed this newly appeared aura and their movements froze.

An old and powerful roar, accompanied by rolling thunder, resounded throughout the entire South China Sea City.

"You despicable scoundrels!"

"How dare you invade my South China Sea!"

A figure tore through the clouds and appeared above the core area.

All the surviving soldiers and civilians looked up and saw that figure, which was both godlike and demonic.

In a heart filled with despair, the flame of hope was rekindled!

Shen Qingtong looked at the sky, her feelings very complicated.

Finally, he used all his strength to shout at the sky.

"Please, Martial Saint Jiang, protect my South China Sea!"

After a brief silence, a thunderous response erupted in every corner of the core area!

"Please, Martial Saint Jiang, protect my South China Sea!"

"Please, Martial Saint Jiang, protect my South China Sea!"

"—Please, Martial Saint Jiang, protect my South China Sea!!!"