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

"Humanity... humanity's nine realms have appeared!"

"Please, Demon God, make your move!"

"Help us get revenge!"

The dragon-shaped demon suddenly knelt down in the crevice, frantically kowtowing to the endless abyss.

Before it lay a darkness so vast it could swallow even light.

A pair of noble purple eyes slowly opened within them.

The mere act of opening his eyes caused an aura of pressure that transcended the eighth realm and surpassed the laws of this world to spread out.

"waste."

A thought devoid of any emotion resounded directly in the dragon-shaped monster's mind.

Instantly, the dragon-shaped monster felt an irresistible force seize its entire body. Its massive body was lifted up uncontrollably, and its bones cracked under the unbearable pressure.

Its expression was pained, and its huge, beastly eyes were filled with fear and pleading.

"My lord... give me another chance... my lord..."

However, its pleas for mercy did not elicit any pity, but instead aroused even deeper contempt from the other party.

"I have no need for worthless ants!"

"Snap—!"

With a crisp cracking sound, its head drooped limply, and its life force was completely extinguished.

The enormous corpse, however, did not fall.

The next moment, those dragon eyes, which had dimmed, slowly opened again.

This time, however, his pupils shimmered with a noble purple hue!

The demon god actually separated a part of his soul and forcibly occupied this body of an eighth realm cultivator!

"A bloated figure!"

The dragon-shaped body emitted a sound of disgust.

The enormous body began to shrink rapidly in the purple light, its bones reorganized, its flesh and blood transformed... and finally it transformed into a humanoid form.

However, it still retains its dragon wings and tail.

"A human from the Ninth Realm?" The Demon God stretched his stiff neck, his joints cracking, and grinned with an eerie smile.

"Let me play with you myself!"

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Liang Gaoyi's gaze locked onto the last trace of aura that had vanished into the spatial rift.

Evil must be eradicated completely.

He understands this principle better than anyone else.

"Not a single one of them will escape!"

He whispered something, and his golden figure transformed into a streak of light, chasing after the enormous spatial rift.

In Nanhai City, cheers of survivors echoed through the sky.

"It's over! We won!"

"Long live the God of War! Long live China!"

Countless people rushed out of the shelters, knelt down, and bowed to the golden figure in the sky, weeping with joy.

On the battlefield, the surviving soldiers threw away their broken weapons, collapsed to the ground, and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... I survived! I survived!"

"The God of War...that's our Chinese God of War..."

As I laughed, tears started streaming down my face.

In the ruins, Shen Qingtong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hahahaha! That was exhilarating! So exhilarating!" Principal Huang Meng slapped Jiang Hong on the back, making him stagger. "See that? One slap after another! This is the Ninth Realm! If I could have this day, I'd die happy!"

"Cough cough... You old bastard, trying to kill me and inherit my fortune?" Jiang Hong rubbed his back, but his face was also filled with barely suppressed laughter. "But it really feels good! These beasts finally got their comeuppance!"

Shen Qingtong leaned against the broken wall and murmured, "The South China Sea... has been defended."

Only Du Gu, watching the golden figure chasing after the rift, felt his sorrow deepen.

The brighter the fire, the faster it goes out.

On the high-rise building, the auras of the two martial saints also rapidly weakened.

Jiang Xingtian's combat strength, which he had already gained by burning his life force, was now completely exhausted. His body swayed violently and he fell backward.

"Brother Jiang!"

Xu Junhao reacted quickly and caught him.

"I'm fine..." Jiang Xingtian waved his hand, his once booming voice now weak and feeble, but he still smiled, a truly hearty laugh. "As long as I can see Nanhai City safe and sound, my old life... is worth it!"

After saying that, he turned his head with difficulty, his eyes, burning with the last light of their kind, filled with solemnity and entrustment.

"Brother Xu, from now on, the South China Sea City is in your hands..."

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"Senior Liang, he won!"

"He successfully saved the entire South Sea City!"

In the distant camp, Yang Xian's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Looking at that golden figure standing between heaven and earth, a sense of pride welled up within him.

That's his senior!

Even though it's only temporary, he is still the God of War of China!

But the next second, Yang Xian's smile froze.

Just as Liang Gaoyi was about to rush into the rift, an extremely dense abyssal aura suddenly surged out from it!

"boom!"

Liang Gaoyi was forced back hundreds of meters by this aura before he regained his footing.

The golden halo dimmed somewhat as a result.

Yang Xian's heart skipped a beat.

A figure slowly emerged from the dark rift.

It was that escaped dragon-shaped monster!

Do not!

wrong!

Although it retains dragon wings and a dragon tail, its form is almost human-like.

More importantly, its aura is more than a hundred times stronger than before!

That oppressive aura was already infinitely close to the true Ninth Realm!

"Nine Realms? No, monsters in the ninth realm can't cross the rift at all!"

"Who exactly are you?"

For the first time, Liang Gaoyi's voice became solemn as he looked at the humanoid monster before him, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The power within him was issuing frantic warnings; a primal sense of terror spread throughout his body, every cell screaming and urging him to flee!

The humanoid demon raised its head, its purple pupils seemingly piercing through time and space, completely ignoring the golden halo surrounding Liang Gaoyi and seeing the essence of his power.

The next moment, an undisguised look of contempt appeared on his face.

"I thought you were so great?"

"It turns out, it was just an empty shell that was forcibly created."

"Let me show you..."

"What exactly are the Nine Realms!"

Its voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly throughout the world, filled with disdain and mockery.

"Drink!" Liang Gaoyi launched the first attack, throwing a punch forward.

Facing a punch powerful enough to shatter space itself.

The demon simply extended a finger and lightly touched it in front of him.

"Buzz—"

A ripple spread through the space.

Liang Gaoyi's earth-shattering punch stopped strangely less than a meter from the demon god's face.

The space ahead seemed to stretch infinitely, and that one-meter distance became an insurmountable chasm.

"Not bad strength, but unfortunately, it's just brute force."

A hint of mockery flashed in the demon god's purple eyes, and he flicked his finger.

"Bang!"

An indescribable force of law rebounded, and Liang Gaoyi groaned as he was sent flying backward, golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, drawing a dazzling arc in the air.

Inside the city, the cheers that had just begun abruptly ceased.

"Wha...what happened?"

"Lord Martial God... is injured?"