No money for martial arts university? Slay your way through the border to the top martial arts schoo

Skyhorn Clan Camp.

Feng Yiling, feeling the warship completely slip out of his control, said angrily, "We can't delay any longer! We must speed things up!"

Pointing to a soldier below, he said, "Go and call those men over. I have a mission for them."

After a while.

The group arrived in front of Feng Yiling.

Unlike the Skyhorns, they do not have horns.

"I command you to enlighten the humans on Blue Star, telling them that as long as they submit to the Skyhorn Clan, they will have the opportunity to break through to the level of Martial Emperor."

"Ideally, we should seize Earth without a fight."

The crowd below exchanged glances, then replied with a single word: "Yes!"

-

The stench of blood still lingers on the East China Sea defense line.

Soldiers rushed to bandage their wounds, while logistics personnel worked to repair the psionic turrets that had malfunctioned due to overload.

In the center of the sea, the spatial rift trembled once again.

The commotion was not significant, but the light that shone from the edges was exceptionally dazzling.

Duan Hongyuan, carrying the Longyuan Sword, stood at the very front.

Generals such as Chen Guoliang followed closely behind, and everyone was on high alert.

"Charge all psionic cannons!" Chen Guoliang roared.

Several figures slowly floated out from the crack.

You read that right.

are people.

It wasn't a Skyhorn monster covered in dark blue scales.

Instead, they were seven humans dressed in ancient Chinese robes.

They stood suspended in mid-air, releasing their breath.

The air on the defensive line suddenly felt heavy.

The churning seawater below was forced down half a meter by the invisible pressure.

Seven people.

They were all Emperor Wu.

The white-haired old man leading the group had an aura that was extremely terrifying, faintly exceeding the realm of a perfect Martial Emperor.

Duan Hongyuan stared intently at the white-haired old man, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Lu Chenyuan?"

Duan Hongyuan's voice changed instantly, "You're not dead?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Guoliang and several other older generals were stunned into silence, as if struck by lightning.

Lu Chenyuan.

He was the number one martial arts master in the Dragon Kingdom decades ago, and also the leader of the Beast Taming Alliance.

In his quest to reach a realm beyond the Martial Emperor, he led a group of Martial Emperors into an SSS-level rift, never to emerge again.

Today, his bronze statue still stands in the National History Museum.

Now, he stands alive above the East China Sea, still wearing his iconic robe.

Lu Chenyuan lowered his head, looking down at the army on the defensive line, his gaze finally landing on Duan Hongyuan.

"Little Duan, it's been many years since we last met, and you've only barely touched the threshold of the Martial Emperor realm. That's too slow."

Lu Chenyuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strong penetrating power, resounding in the ears of everyone on the defensive line.

The veins on the back of Duan Hongyuan's hand, which was gripping the Longyuan Sword, bulged.

"You sided with a foreign race?"

"Don't put it so harshly."

Lu Chenyuan casually dusted off his sleeves. "The martial arts of Blue Star have reached their limit. Martial Emperor is your limit. No matter how much you struggle, you'll just be a handful of dust in a hundred years."

He opened his arms and released his vital energy without reservation.

Mixed within his qi and blood was a trace of mysterious dark purple power.

This force made the knees of all the martial saints present ache and made it difficult for them to breathe.

"Stardust level perfection, half-step Star Core, this is the realm above Martial Emperor."

Lu Chenyuan's tone carried an air of superiority.

"Lord Feng Yiling has ordered that as long as the Dragon Kingdom lays down its weapons and voluntarily relinquishes control of all dragon veins, not a single person will die today."

He pointed to the soldiers and warriors below, his tone seductive.

"As long as you submit, all of you will have the opportunity to receive the Starry Sky Baptism of the Skyhorn Clan. Breaking through to Martial Saint, or even Martial Emperor, will no longer be a pipe dream."

"Myriad races in the starry sky, immortal beings! What a magnificent world that is! Do you intend to wait to die on this barren blue planet?"

The defensive line fell silent.

This temptation is too big.

Especially those veteran martial artists who have been stuck at the bottleneck of Martial Venerable or Martial Saint for decades.

Years of war have left them living in constant fear.

Now, as long as you lay down your weapons, you can obtain the skills and realm you've always dreamed of.

One of the martial saints swallowed hard, and unconsciously lowered his sword by half an inch.

"Bullshit!"

Duan Hongyuan took a step forward, and his sword energy soared into the sky.

"You became a lackey of the Skyhorns, and now you're coming back to bark?"

Lu Chenyuan didn't even lift his eyelids, and flicked his finger downwards.

A gust of wind tore through space.

Duan Hongyuan raised his Longyuan Sword to block.

clang!

A crisp sound.

The Dragon Abyss Sword was jolted out of his hand and flew away, sending Duan Hongyuan flying over a hundred meters backward.

"Pfft!" He knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Defeat in one move.

The soldiers below panicked.

Even the most powerful martial emperors in the Dragon Kingdom couldn't withstand a single finger from them.

How can we fight this war?

"Xiao Duan, I'm saving you."

Lu Chenyuan looked down at the masses from his high position, "Your struggles are meaningless. Surrender is the only way to survive."

The morale of the troops on the defensive line began to visibly waver.

"A way out my ass!"

At the edge of the sky, a loud shout rang out like a thunderclap.

The hundred-meter-long body of the Nether Dragon crashed down.

Lin Feng leaped off the dragon's back.

boom!

The spear slammed heavily onto the ground.

He had just received news of Duan Hongyuan's accident in the Northern Territory. Since the warship's energy needed to be saved for the final battle, he immediately ordered Mingjiao to rush back at full speed.

Lin Feng straightened up, his cold gaze sweeping over the seven so-called "seniors" in the sky.

"You're Raymond Lam?"

Lu Chenyuan looked him over, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Lord Feng Yiling mentioned you; you have considerable talent. Kneel down and swear allegiance, and I will guarantee you a future at the Star Core Realm."

"Save me?"

Lin Feng smiled.

The laughter was tinged with contempt and arrogance.

He raised the spear and pointed it directly at Lu Chenyuan's nose.

"Have you been eating the leftovers of interstellar bandits for days? Has it damaged your brain?"

"presumptuous!"

An old man standing next to Lu Chenyuan pointed at Lin Feng and angrily rebuked him, his eyes wide with rage: "We are paving a new path for martial arts in the Dragon Kingdom! You, a mere child, are you trying to drag the whole world down with you?!"

On the defensive line, several representatives of aristocratic families who were usually cowardly and afraid of death also started shouting.

"Major General Lin! Since we can't win, why don't we talk about terms first..."

"Shut up!"

Lin Feng suddenly turned around and roared.

boom!

The mental energy materialized into a heavy pressure, and the representatives of those aristocratic families were forced to the ground without even uttering a sound, bleeding from their seven orifices.

He turned his head and stared intently at Lu Chenyuan and the other seven traitors.

"Humans are humans, and other races are other races!"

Lin Feng's voice, accompanied by powerful energy, resounded throughout the entire East China Sea coastline, deafeningly loud.

"If you want to be beasts, crawl over there and be their dogs! Don't stand on human territory, wearing human skin, pretending to be saviors!"

The words had barely left his lips.

Lin Feng didn't give them a chance to argue.

The quickest way to kill this kind of manipulative dog is to shut him up forever.

With a sudden burst of force, the breakwater collapsed with a deafening roar.

Lin Feng transformed into a beam of light, carrying his spear as he soared straight into the sky.

"Arrogant!"

The old man who had just angrily rebuked Lin Feng roared out and slammed his hand out.

A barrage of palm strikes, imbued with the terrifying aura of a late-stage Martial Emperor, crashed down on Lin Feng like a collapsing mountain.

"roll!"

Lin Feng's mental power erupted instantly, plunging fiercely into the old man's sea of ​​consciousness.

It could even pierce through the defenses of the Skyhorn Clan leader, let alone this old man!

The old man's palm shadow was still in mid-air when he suddenly froze, his eyes instantly losing focus, and his mind went blank for a moment.

The gun has arrived.

The platinum dragon flames drew a white line in the air.

puff!

The spear tip pierced through the old man's open mouth and exited directly through the back of his head.

The intense heat instantly vaporized his brain, choking him into silence.

Lin Feng flicked his wrist.

boom!

The headless corpse fell from mid-air and crashed into the sea.

One shot, one kill.

One second he was a traitor pretending to be a hermit, the next he became food for the sea.

Lu Chenyuan's expression changed completely, and a hint of horror finally flashed in his eyes.

"You dare kill him?!"

"I won't just kill him."

Lin Feng withdrew his spear, and his Undying Golden Body operated at full power.

He stared at the remaining six traitors, his murderous intent palpable.

"I will kill all of you traitors today!"

......