I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Lu Changming looked at Shen Tian, ​​recalling the shock he felt when he broke through to the eighth level, and sighed inwardly.

This boy was no longer someone he could see through.

"I've already secured a spot for you in the Kunlun Baptism ceremony."

Lu Changming took out a dark gold token from his pocket. It was engraved with intricate cloud and thunder patterns, and there was a faint flow of energy.

"The number of seats in each state capital is fixed and extremely limited."

Lu Changming handed over the token.

"Tianyun Prefecture originally only had two spots this year, and you must have made contributions to get one."

"Your achievements are already more than enough. This Kunlun token is indisputable."

Shen Tian calmly stored the Kunlun Token into his innate space.

"You've gone to so much trouble, Lord."

He raised his hand, and a flash of light appeared in his palm. Three spatial fingers appeared out of thin air and gently landed on the table in front of Lu Changming.

"After I leave, Tianyun Prefecture cannot rely solely on you and Commander Yan to support it."

Shen Tian pointed to the three rings, "Inside here are three hundred Law Fruits."

Lu Changming's breathing suddenly stopped.

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Shen Tian, ​​his crimson-gold pupils contracting violently.

Three hundred Law Fruits!

He had just used twenty Fire Lotus Fruits to forcefully break through the eighth-level barrier.

He knew better than anyone else just how terrifying the power of creation this thing contained.

One can trigger the madness of a sixth-level martial artist, and twenty can create an eighth-level powerhouse.

Three hundred?

This is insane!

"This contains not only fire lotus fruit and ice soul fruit."

"There's also the Purple Cloud Thunder Fruit, which contains the laws of thunder; the Dragon Elephant Golden Fruit, suitable for those who practice external martial arts; and the Formless Fruit, which can enhance the soul strength of mental cultivators..."

Shen Tian looked out the window at the endless night.

"The Lord of the Prefecture can assign them to the garrison commanders and the Greedy Wolf of the Eight Great Guardian Cities. The Lord of the Prefecture decides who they are assigned to."

"In this way, the overall strength of our Tianyun Prefecture will be greatly enhanced, completely making up for the lack of high-end combat power."

Shen Tian was also worried that Lu Changming would take the fruits for himself.

Because after the eighth rank, the effect of these fruits becomes much less significant.

Although Shen Tian did not specify who it was for, Lu Changming knew who it was.

Naturally, priority was given to Shen Tian's direct subordinates, such as Qin Zhenshan and Chi Xiao.

Lu Changming has just entered the eighth level and is an unparalleled powerhouse who has condensed the origin of the laws.

At this moment, however, these three small rings felt incredibly heavy.

"The Purple Spirit Clan will not let this go, and the Ancient Nightmare's revenge could come at any time."

Shen Tian turned around to face the broken French window.

"The defenses of Tianyun Prefecture must be as solid as an iron barrel."

Lu Changming took a deep breath and solemnly put the three rings into his pocket.

He didn't say anything more about thanking them; at their level, any verbal promises seemed inadequate.

"Leave it to me."

Lu Changming said in a deep voice, the aura of an eighth-order law faintly surging around him.

"As long as I, Lu Changming, have a breath left, these alien races will not be able to set foot in Tianyun Prefecture."

Shen Tian nodded.

He didn't linger.

"boom!"

Behind Shen Tian, ​​the void suddenly collapsed.

The moment the wings unfold.

The surrounding air was forcibly pushed aside by the violent spatial force, forming a visible white vacuum zone.

Lu Changming stood in the gale, and a crimson-gold law barrier automatically appeared, blocking the oncoming wind.

"Bang!"

A blinding ring of air exploded from the top of the Zhentian Tower.

Shen Tian transformed into a streak of interwoven blue and silver light, tearing through the night sky.

That's too fast.

The moment he broke the sound barrier, there wasn't even a sonic boom.

Because he directly cut through space, leaving the sound far behind.

It wasn't until he had flown tens of thousands of meters away that the deafening sonic boom, like a belated thunderclap, resounded over Tianyun City.

Inside Tianyun City.

Countless city defense soldiers on patrol, as well as martial artists who had been awake because of Lu Changming's breakthrough in the celestial phenomena, all looked up.

They saw a strange sight appear in the night sky.

A beam of cyan-silver light forcibly split the sky in two.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the thick clouds were directly evaporated by the violent kinetic energy, leaving behind a vacuum trail hundreds of kilometers long.

Kunlun Mountains, Welcoming Peak.

In this extremely cold place at an altitude of 8,000 meters, the air is so thin that even a fifth-level martial artist would feel a tightness in their chest.

But at this moment, the top plaza of Yingke Peak was baked by waves of scorching hot blood and qi, so hot that even ice and snow could not remain.

The ever-present sea of ​​clouds rolls beneath our feet, and the bluish-gray basalt tiles are rubbed raw by invisible energy, leaving dark red spots of light.

This is the highest sacred place of martial arts in the Dragon Kingdom, where the Kunlun Baptism, which takes place once a year, is about to begin.

There were about twenty people scattered around in the wide square.

These people represent the most elite fighting force of the eight major prefectures of the Dragon Kingdom in this generation.

They were all at the peak of the sixth rank, with an average age of around thirty.

In the martial arts system of Blue Star, being able to reach the threshold of the seventh level at the age of thirty is a once-in-a-century prodigy in any prefecture, and a genius destined to succeed the prefectural lord.

They stood in twos and threes, or alone with their arms crossed.

On the surface, everything seemed calm, but in reality, they were secretly sizing each other up.

On the east side of the square, a burly man dressed in dark gold armor stood like an iron tower.

He is Li Xuangang, the number one genius in Zhongzhou Prefecture.

He was over two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and his skin had a faint dark golden metallic sheen.

The true meaning of the Prison within him has been perfected, and his physical strength under normal circumstances exceeds 100,000 tons.

As long as he takes advantage of the baptism to perfect his own path, he can immediately step into the seventh rank and become the youngest personal guard of the prefecture lord in Zhongzhou Prefecture.

A young man dressed in blue leaned against a white marble pillar, idly toying with a dark blue dagger with serrated edges.

His name is Feng Wuhen, the current garrison commander of Kuangsha City in Donghai Prefecture.

Unlike those geniuses, Feng Wuhen carried an intense, unmistakable stench of blood.

Feng Wuhen tossed the serrated dagger in his hand, and the blade spun rapidly in mid-air, cutting a thin black crack in the air.

He stared at Li Xuangang's heavy armor, his heart surging with fighting spirit.

Having fought against high-level beasts for many years, he was imbued with an inescapable aura of malevolence.

On the west side of the square, in the shadow of a thick stone pillar with a coiled dragon, sat a thin young man sitting cross-legged.

His name is Yu Xiu, and Yu Xiu is a once-in-a-century genius from Qingyun Martial Arts University in Qingyun Prefecture.

Three years ago, he graduated with the highest score in the entire school, refused the generous offer to stay at the school as a teacher, and also refused the recruitment of major financial groups. He joined the Greedy Wolf Division and single-handedly entered the battlefield of the fallen Qingyun Prefecture.

For three whole years, he went deep into the battlefield to fight, crawling and struggling through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and earned a fearsome reputation.

The martial artists of Qingyun Prefecture gave him a nickname – "Bloody Hand".

Yu Xiu closed his eyes, his breathing deep and even.

The air around his body had an eerie dark red hue, which was the solidified essence of violent blood after too much killing.

The dark red aura of blood churned an inch outside his skin.

When he was at the fifth rank, he was besieged by hundreds of strange beasts, including ten of them.

He forcefully cleaved through three S-class weapons, stepping over a small mountain of monster corpses, and carved a bloody path through the chaos.

In that battle, he almost lost all his blood, but it was also that battle that allowed him to fully condense the true meaning of Bloodlust and break through to the sixth rank.