The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Zhou Lang straightened up.

This time, he did not hesitate.

He reached out and grasped the executioner's blade, then stepped behind the king of the Western Wilderness Insect Clan.

The other four predecessors also took their places.

Ye Chuhao finally looked at Lu Ming.

The black snake, kneeling at the very edge, trembled.

"The remaining black snake is the mastermind behind the Blood Fox."

"Slay it."

Ye Chuhao looked at Lu Ming.

"The accounts between you will be settled today."

Lu Ming stood still, not moving immediately.

Above the Ruins of Guixu, a familiar shout suddenly rang out.

"Brother Lu!"

"Brother Lu, let's go!"

Hundreds of teenagers, aged sixteen or seventeen, crowded at the front of the spirit of the hero, waving frantically at him.

"Dazhuang..."

The officers from the northern border behind Lu Ming recognized those faces.

Those were the new recruits who died in the Blood Fox Rebellion back then.

They still look the same as when they were sixteen.

Some people lost an arm, some had their uniforms soaked in blood, and some had wounds on their necks inflicted by the fox demon.

But they were all laughing.

"Big brother!"

"Chop it down for us!"

"You're the God of War in the North now, don't cry in front of your seniors!"

Lu Ming's eyes reddened.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face and took the last execution knife.

"good!"

There is only one word.

Lu Ming gripped the hilt of his knife and walked behind Black Snake.

The six foreign leaders were pinned to the snow, their heads bowed, and they did not utter another word to beg for mercy.

Ye Chuhao looked up at the dimly lit dome of Guixu.

The golden clouds in the distance parted.

A beam of sunlight pierced through the wind and snow, landing on six raised execution knives.

"Execution—"

Ye Chuhao's voice fell.

Zhou Lang, the senior members of the Four Realms Army, and Lu Ming simultaneously raised their swords.

"start!"

"Pfft—"

All six executioner's knives fell at once.

Six heads rolled into the snow.

Golden light immediately surged from the severed neck, forcibly dragging the souls of the six alien leaders away from their bodies.

The dark tower trembled.

The six divine souls let out a mournful roar, and were eventually all sucked into the tower.

From now on, they will also become part of the Trial Tower.

Reborn again and again.

They were executed time and time again.

Zhou Lang gripped his blood-stained knife and looked up at the countless human heroes' souls filling the sky.

The four ancestors from the East China Sea, the Southern Frontier, and the Northern Border also turned around.

"Brothers!"

The burly general of the Western Wilderness raised his executioner's blade high.

His voice echoed throughout the four borders of Guixu.

"A blood feud spanning hundreds of years—"

"That's all for today!"

The sky was silent for a moment as the souls of the fallen fell silent.

The next moment, roars and cheers that had been suppressed for hundreds of years erupted simultaneously.

"it's over!"

"The blood feud has been avenged!"

"We won!"

"Ahhhhh—"

Someone looked up and laughed loudly.

Some people hugged their comrades and wept bitterly.

Someone knelt on the snowfield, covering their face with their hands, unable to suppress the grievances that had accumulated over the years.

They had waited too long.

Until the body decays.

Long enough for times to change.

So long ago, few people in the world still remember their names.

Now, the blood debt has been paid.

One by one, the heroic souls began to transform into golden specks of light.

"Clatter—"

Several execution knives slipped from the hands of their ancestors and plunged into the snow.

Lu Ming suddenly turned around.

The bodies of Zhou Lang and the other executioners gradually dissipated in the golden light.

Zhou Lang looked down at his palm.

This time, he felt no fear.

He simply raised his head and gave Lu Ming and the million-strong Northern Army a relieved smile.

Lu Ming pursed his lips, turned around and walked back to the front of the army formation.

He plunged the executioner's knife into the ice, straightened his body, and gave the order in a loud voice.

"All Northern troops, listen to my command!"

"Respectfully bidding farewell to our human ancestors!"

Lu Ming bent down.

Behind him, a million Northern soldiers bowed in unison.

The sounds of armor clashing together filled the air.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to our human ancestors!"

The sound waves pierced through the snowfield and soared straight into the sky.

The members of Class 9 also put away their weapons and bowed to bid farewell to the countless heroic souls.

Yan Cong stopped joking.

Long Aotian lowered his head.

Zhuge Wang also put away his fan and bowed with his hands clasped.

Lin Fan, Luo Ji, Su Huaying, Jiang Liyu, and Ye Chen were all included.

Ye Chuhao stood at the very front and bowed slightly to the countless heroic souls in the sky.

"The Great Way records merits."

A deafening roar echoed over the Ruins of Guixu.

A golden river descends from the heavens, and a colossal gate leading to reincarnation unfolds at its end.

Ye Chuhao raised his eyes.

"In the name of the Wilderness, I open the gate of reincarnation for all of you sages."

"The old wounds have all healed."

"The merits will not be diminished."

"In the next life, may I be born in a peaceful era without war or suffering."

"Seeing that the mountains and rivers are safe and sound."

"Everyone I see is like a dragon."

At that moment, all the countless points of light lit up.

Rejuvenated, Zhou Lang stood before the golden river, taking one last look at the Dragon Kingdom's military flag at his feet.

He raised his hand in salute.

Countless human heroes followed suit and raised their right hands.

"salute!"

The golden river surges forward.

Generation after generation of human ancestors who died in battle stepped into the gate of reincarnation under the watchful eyes of millions of soldiers.

They left with smiles on their faces.

[Did you fight in the All-Out War today?]: "Ahhh... I declare that as long as I live, the Desolate Emperor will forever be my number one."

"This is simply an absolutely incredible dream come true!"

"Indeed, we just wanted our seniors to witness this scene with their own eyes, and it actually happened!"

【wjcw龘】: "The Desolate Heavenly Emperor is such a good person, and his appearance is outstanding too..."

"Ah...I felt so good!"

"???"

【雪肆刖】: "Upstairs, what are you enjoying?"

"What exhilarates me is seeing our great ancestors personally avenge their blood feud!"

"666... ​​Are you trying to cover up your despicable digging methods with old-fashioned tactics...?"

"Hahaha……"

After their wish was fulfilled, the tense atmosphere in the live stream finally relaxed.

The barrage of comments that had just been covered with "Respectfully bidding farewell to our human ancestors" quickly returned to its usual cheerful state.

In real-life scenes.

The golden river has flowed into the gate of reincarnation.

The last batch of human heroes turned back to salute, their figures then being taken away by the golden light behind the door.

The cheers, cries, and the lingering screams of the alien race gradually faded into the distance.

The magnificent portal spanning the dome of Guixu began to close.

The golden light receded.

Until the last crack in the door disappeared, the wind and snow poured back into this world.

The howling north wind poured into the snowfield from the entrance to Guixu.

The military flag fluttered in the wind.

The million-strong Northern army remained bowing in farewell.

The students in Class 9 did not get up immediately.

Ye Chuhao stood at the very front of everyone, watching the Gate of Reincarnation disappear completely before turning his gaze away.

He turned around and looked at the students in Class 9.

The imperial might that had just commanded the Great Dao and judged the four clans receded from his body.

His face returned to its familiar lazy look, with a slightly smug smile on his lips.

Yan Cong's eyelids twitched violently.

Ye Chen's toes had already subtly turned towards the Ark of the End.

Ye Chuhao looked at them, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"bring it on."

"Whoosh—"

Ye Chuhao's figure disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in the sky above the snowfield, looking down at the students of Class 9.

"All of you come at me together."

"..."

The atmosphere in Class 9, which had just begun to ease, suddenly froze again.

Yan Cong and Ye Chen exchanged a glance.

The two exchanged a brief glance in mid-air.

run!

But they had only taken one step back when Zhuge Wang grabbed Yan Cong's shoulder.

Ye Chen also failed.

Jiang Liyu was already standing silently behind him, her sword sheath blocking his retreat.

"Hello!"

Yan Cong's legs began to tremble, and he turned his head to angrily rebuke Zhuge Wangye.

"Prime Minister!"

"Are you guys kidding me?!"

"Are you blind to the class monitor's abilities?"

"Who gave you the audacity to talk back?! Why don't you just kneel down?"

"I told you."

Zhuge Wangye used one leg to lock Yan Cong in place to prevent him from running away in the face of battle, while his hands respectfully bowed to Ye Chuhao in mid-air.

"The Heavenly Emperor must have his reasons for saying that!"

We must try our best to understand the deeper meaning behind his words!

"Don't panic."

"..."

Yan Cong glanced down.

Zhuge Wang also clung to his leg, shaking even more violently than he did.

Yan Cong's lips twitched violently.

"Depend on!"

"Aren't you flustered? Why are you shaking your leg like that?!"

Zhuge Wang remained unfazed.

"My legs went numb."

On the other side, Ye Chen was also struggling.

Unfortunately, Jiang Liyu was holding him by the back of his collar, and Ye Chen's feet kept leaving the ground, so he couldn't find a point of leverage.

"Master!"

"Do you want to watch us get beaten to death?"

"What's the point of us going up to spar with him anyway? What kind of skill level is he?"

"My disciple, do not be afraid."

Jiang Liyu spoke calmly, showing no intention of letting go of his hand.

"At worst, it'll just mean dying a few more times."

"Anyway, it's not like the class monitor can't be brought back to life."

"..."

Ye Chen stopped struggling and turned to look at her.

Jiang Liyu continued:

"We'll see."

She gestured for Ye Chen to look ahead.

"The squad leader didn't make any exceptions for anyone."

"With Xingyao here, do you think he'll go all out?"

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment.

His gaze swept across the crowd and quickly found Xingyao, who was holding a diary.

"Oh yeah..."

Ye Chen straightened his back considerably.

"The squad leader can't possibly beat all his wives to death."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ye Chuhao's voice came from above.

"Since I have said it is just a practice session, I will naturally not bully the weak."

Everyone in Class 9 looked up at the same time.

Ye Chuhao had one hand in his pocket and the other hand hanging casually at his side.

"What you are facing is only me at the same level as myself."

"We can join forces."

"Weapons, supernatural powers, formations, any means are acceptable."

Yan Cong rolled his eyes.

In the same realm?

That doesn't seem like it's entirely impossible to fight.

next moment.

"Whoosh..."

A short figure stepped out from Ye Chuhao's body first.

It was a five- or six-year-old child wearing an animal skin coat, with two small buns in his hair, and a small gourd tied around his waist.

She was incredibly beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, like a porcelain doll.

Immediately afterwards, a second and a third figure emerged.

Dozens of Ye Chuhaos of different ages landed on the snowfield.

After each figure appears, the aura within them will automatically stop at the level of their opponent.

What's truly chilling is their age.

In front of all the Class 9 members at or below the Celestial Realm stood a young version of Ye Chuhao.

Tong Jingcheng and Li Juefeng lowered their heads.

The little child standing in front of them was only two or three years old, with short legs and arms, and his body was not even as tall as their knees.

As he walked over, his steps were even a little unsteady.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked up at Ye Chuhao.

"no……"

"Although we two brothers aren't combatants..."

Tong Jingcheng pointed at the little baby in front of him, his expression completely losing its composure.

"But class monitor!!!"

"Can you please stop insulting us like that?"

"You expect us to come and hit you when you were two or three years old?"