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

"boom!"

A loud bang was heard.

The golden figure crashed down from the sky, collapsing a row of dilapidated buildings and kicking up clouds of dust.

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces, their raised fists stopped in mid-air, and their cheers were abruptly choked in their throats.

What did they see?

The invincible Chinese martial god in their hearts... was actually flicked away by a newly appeared demon with a single finger?

Even if the monster is incredibly strong, a martial god shouldn't be completely powerless to fight back...

Amidst the ruins, Liang Gaoyi gritted his teeth and stood up again: "We were both at the ninth realm, so why..."

"Kid, that's not how you use your fists." The demon god crossed his arms and looked down at the golden figure.

"Let me teach you a lesson!"

Before the words were even finished, its figure vanished from the spot.

The next moment, it appeared on the ruins where Liang Gaoyi had just struggled to get up and stepped down.

Liang Gaoyi crossed his arms, and the golden protective divine light condensed to its maximum in an attempt to resist.

"Snap!"

The divine light shattered.

Those arms, powerful enough to shatter space itself, had their bones broken inch by inch.

Liang Gaoyi was stomped deep into the ground by this kick, and the ground in the entire core area shook violently.

He did indeed possess the power of the Ninth Realm, but his combat experience and understanding of the laws were still at the Second Realm level.

Even the highest level of cultivation techniques they practice is only Xuan-level.

He was like a three-year-old child, wielding a peerless weapon, yet not even knowing how to grip the hilt properly.

But his opponent was a true god who had been through countless battles!

"Boom boom boom!"

The positions of the two fighters were constantly changing, at an extreme speed.

Martial artists below the seventh realm couldn't even catch their afterimages; they could only hear deafening sonic booms and see the golden light being knocked away and falling again and again.

Each impact sent everyone's hearts sinking to the bottom.

Hope came too quickly, and it was shattered too quickly.

Was it just a cruel joke that God was playing on them?

"What the hell is this monster?!"

Principal Huang Meng could no longer contain himself and roared angrily at the sky.

He couldn't accept that a newly promoted ninth-realm Martial God, the last hope of South Sea City, would be so toyed with by a demon!

"Calm down, Lao Huang!" Jiang Hong grabbed him. "What's the use of yelling!"

"Its understanding of the laws far surpasses Liang Gaoyi's," Shen Qingtong calmly analyzed.

"After the Ninth Realm, it's no longer just a simple contest of the abundance of energy; it's more about the control and application of the rules."

"The Nine Realms redefine what 'power' is, which is why all those below the Nine Realms are mere ants."

Du Gu stared intently at the sky, his hands trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

Each blow felt like a blow to his own heart.

His heart was bleeding.

ten years……

He watched as that child with F-level talent endured unimaginable pain, training day after day in arduous practice.

How to engrave the words "dedicate oneself to China" into the deepest part of one's soul.

He should have had an ordinary and happy life.

But the power of the Ninth Realm that he had gained by burning everything was being crushed bit by bit by the other party in the most cruel way!

High up in the building, Xu Junhao supported the exhausted Jiang Xingtian, his face ashen.

"Brother Jiang, what do we do now?"

"Is our South China Sea region... doomed to perish today?"

"Pfft..." Jiang Xingtian spat out another mouthful of blood, his breath weakening to the extreme.

He struggled to stand up, but he didn't even have the strength to stand still. His body went limp, and he leaned back against Xu Junhao.

"I don't know either..." Jiang Xingtian looked at the one-sided massacre in the sky and smiled bitterly.

"Nanhai City's trump card is Liang Gaoyi."

"He is the most suitable 'torchbearer' we could find."

"Even if we wanted to find another one now, we wouldn't be able to find a second 'Torchbearer'..."

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"There's a way! There must be another way!"

In the distant camp, Yang Xian watched as the golden light was repeatedly shattered, and his heart ached terribly.

I can't just stand by and watch my senior get killed by this monster!

Suddenly, Yang Xian seemed to have thought of something.

"That's right! The torch!"

"There's still a little over half a bottle of 'Torchfire' left in the secret realm's resource vault!"

"Since Senior Liang can use it, then should I...?"

Once this thought takes root, it can no longer be suppressed.

Senior, wait for me to come back...

Yang Xian suddenly turned around and ran wildly towards the entrance of the secret realm.

In a flash, he was back in front of the heavy stone door.

Inside the resource vault, everything was empty except for a small metal bottle in the corner, lying there quietly, reflecting a faint light.

Yang Xian rushed over, picked it up, and held it tightly in his hand.

The cold touch stirred a fire within him.

He recalled what Liang Gaoyi had said to him a few hours earlier before injecting the "fire".

To become a Martial God in a short period of time, one must first have a "Flame".

Secondly, the user must have an F-level talent and their own cultivation level must be at least a second-level martial artist.

The last condition is to have a massive amount of cultivation resources to support it.

"I have already met the first two conditions..."

"But what about resources?"

Yang Xian looked around.

The warehouse was empty; there was nothing there except boxes and glass.

All the resources here were exhausted when Liang Gaoyi advanced to the Martial God realm.

Where can Yang Xian find enough resources now to support someone breaking through to the ninth realm?

Should we go to other secret realms?

By the time he returns, South Sea City will likely be a wasteland...

Do not!

Yang Xian's eyes suddenly sharpened.

He has one more trump card up his sleeve!

"system!"

"Please convert all my points into cultivation resources!"

"Exchange as many as you have in the system store!"

[Ding! Please confirm this operation again!]

"confirm!"

Yang Xian did not hesitate at all.

life and death?

Can we care about all that now?

Senior Liang is still fighting alone outside, risking his life to buy time for Nanhai City.

If we don't defeat that terrifying monster, South Sea City will surely fall, and everyone will die!

Rather than sitting and waiting to die, it's better to fight to the death!

"If one Martial God isn't enough, then let's have another one!"

"I... can be a God of War too!"

Yang Xian raised the "Fire" liquid and, without the slightest hesitation, aimed it directly at his arm.