English version 12/8/24
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Lennox’s devastating attack cleared the battlefield in an instant.
The warriors who had charged forward were either dead or gravely injured, powerless to resist.
“This… How is this possible?!” Tyson exclaimed, his eyelids twitching as cold sweat streamed down his face.
The seal formation had drastically weakened even master-level warriors, preventing them from unleashing their full strength. Yet, Lennox had harnessed the power of a single pot of wine to unleash abilities far beyond his cultivation level.
Though he was merely at the master level, his “Wander Through the Eight Wastelands” technique carried the destructive might of a grandmaster. If he unleashed such power again, everyone—including Tyson—would face certain death.
“Retreat!”
Taking a deep breath, Lennox reabsorbed the thousands of phantoms into his body. His face flushed red, then turned pale, and his breathing became labored.
It was clear that executing the “Wander Through the Eight Wastelands” move had drained him. With his cultivation restricted by the seal, he could only manage it once.
The battlefield was now sparsely populated. Apart from Tyson and six black-robed men, only a handful of warriors remained, most of them too terrified to continue fighting.
The six black-robed men, the strongest of the group, were fully occupied battling Dustin, leaving them unable to provide support. Among the remaining fighters, only Tyson posed a real threat, while the others stayed back, paralyzed with fear.
“Tyson, if you value your life, leave now. Otherwise, you’ll end up like these corpses,” Lennox warned coldly.
Though his energy was nearly depleted, Lennox hoped his threat would scare the enemy into retreat. A prolonged battle was no longer in his favor.
“Master Houle, what should we do? Should we retreat for now?” Damien asked nervously, clutching his injured chest.
Their forces had been reduced from hundreds to barely a dozen. He lacked the courage to continue.
“What are you panicking about?” Tyson snapped, glaring at Lennox. “He just forced himself to use his powers. Look at him now—he’s spent. If he could press his advantage, he wouldn’t waste time threatening us!”
“That may be true,” Damien replied hesitantly, “but most of our men are dead. We won’t gain anything if we keep fighting. Maybe we should retreat and plan our next move.”
“Plan our next move? Are you insane?!” Tyson roared, slapping Damien hard across the face. “If we fail this mission, we’ll die anyway. Anyone who retreats will face certain death!”
Tyson knew he had no choice. Retreating now would mean execution at the hands of Lord Bailey. Better to die fighting than to be branded a deserter.
Determined, Tyson pulled out two tubes of strengthening potion, tossing one to Damien. “Drink it. It’ll boost your physical strength and combat ability. I earned these through countless battles—don’t waste it!”
“Thank you, Master Houle!” Damien said, his face lighting up with newfound hope.
The strengthening potion in his hands was an S-grade serum, leagues above the A-grade one he had used before. With its power, he regained his confidence.
“If we don’t succeed today, we die. So let’s give it everything we’ve got!” Tyson declared.
Without hesitation, he drank the potion in one gulp. Though taking a second dose in quick succession was dangerous and could lead to death, Tyson had no time to worry about the risks.
There were only two outcomes: kill or be killed.
“Charge!” Tyson roared, feeling the surge of power coursing through him. With his blade in hand, he rushed forward, ready to fight to the death.
Outside the Sacred Wyrm Summit Hall
Meanwhile, hundreds of elite warriors were relentlessly assaulting the mountain’s protective barrier. Explosions echoed across the area as the shield grew weaker with each attack.
Inside the hall, the Sacred Wyrm Summit’s masters stood ready for battle.
“Brother, the mountain protection barrier won’t hold much longer—it’ll collapse in less than one stick of incense!” Orion Foster reported as he hurried into the hall.
“No matter,” Katy Foster replied calmly. “Let them in. Order the disciples to form twelve small formations. Once they breach the barrier, we’ll turn defense into offense and make sure none of them leave alive.”
“Yes!” Orion answered, quickly relaying the orders.
Moments later, the protective barrier vanished.
Without hesitation, the Pantheon’s forces stormed through the main gate, their battle cries shaking the air.
“Kill the demons!”
“Slay them!”
The Sacred Wyrm Summit disciples were prepared. Hundreds of warriors formed tight formations, launching a coordinated counterattack.
The clash was brutal. Explosions, screams, and the sound of clashing steel filled the battlefield as the first large-scale confrontation erupted.
Atop Sacred Wyrm Summit
On the roof of a nearby building, Bear King Bailey stood quietly, watching the chaos unfold.
He had no intention of joining the fight just yet. His goal wasn’t merely to destroy Sacred Wyrm Summit—it was to eliminate Arion Foyer, Dragonmarsh’s strongest martial artist and the greatest threat to the Western world.
If Arion Foyer fell, Dragonmarsh would descend into chaos.
At that moment, the Pantheon would strike, dealing a devastating blow to Dragonmarsh. It was a strategy designed to kill two birds with one stone.
Now, all Bear King Bailey needed was for Arion Foyer to appear. When he did, Bailey would summon his elite warriors to finish the job and ensure Dragonmarsh’s collapse.
Chinese version:
Chapter: 2734-75
The battle between the Pantheon and Longhu Mountain was extremely fierce.
The Pantheon was well prepared for this invasion. Not only did they invite strong men from all over the world, but they also distributed precious strengthening potions to everyone.
Even in order to target Longhu Mountain, the Pantheon specially developed a combat suit that can resist thunder attacks.
Once a general innate master is hit by thunder, he will lose his combat effectiveness in an instant.
After wearing this special suit, the power of thunder will be reduced by half. Even if he is hit by one, he can still stand up and continue fighting after a little slowdown.
In terms of defense, it can be said to have achieved the ultimate.
In addition, the biggest advantage of the Pantheon is that there are enough people.
Counting those desperate criminals who were hired for money, there are tens of thousands of them.
When they were besieged, they were like a swarm of bees, densely packed.
On the other hand, Longhu Mountain only had more than a hundred people.
Although everyone has good combat power, they are still no match for four hands, and they fell into a disadvantageous position as they fought.
Fortunately, the disciples of Longhu Mountain cooperated well, and with the help of the formation, they were able to stabilize the situation in a short period of time.
However, once the strength was exhausted, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Lord Bailey, Longhu Mountain has been conquered by us. Now only the people in the main hall are still resisting, but judging from their appearance, they should not be able to hold on for long."
At this time, a master of the main god level in black jumped to the roof and reported to Bear King Bailey.
"How is Han Tian? Is the progress going smoothly?"
Bear King Bailey asked expressionlessly.
The plan tonight is to attack from multiple fronts.
One force invaded the forbidden area of Longhu Mountain, one force surrounded and killed the masters of Longhu Mountain, and the remaining strongest force ambushed Zhang Xuanji.
He wanted to maximize the results of the battle in the shortest time.
"There is no news from Lord Han yet, but Lord Han is well prepared and has various back-up plans to prevent any accidents. I believe there should be no problem." The main god in black replied. "
This plan cannot be wrong. Send two people to explore and report immediately if there is any situation." Bear King Bailey ordered.
"Understood!"
The Lord God in black responded, then turned around and gestured.
Soon, two spies went straight to the forbidden area of Longhu Mountain.
"Bailey, we've already attacked the door, why is the old man still not moving? Could he be scared and have already fled?"
At this time, a bloody figure slowly appeared beside Bear King Bailey, it was the Blood Demon William.
"As the number one person in Dragon Country, he shouldn't be so cowardly. Wait and see." Bear King Bailey narrowed his eyes.
The most difficult part of this mission is to surround and kill Zhang Xuanji.
He has been able to dominate the Dragon Country for many years and is praised as a god-like existence. Obviously, he is not a person who has a false reputation.
Now that Longhu Mountain is in danger, how could Zhang Xuanji flee without a fight?
"If you ask me, there are still not enough dead people. I don't believe that old man won't come out after the entire Longhu Mountain is destroyed!" Blood Demon William said with an evil smile. As
soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from the sky above his head.
"Who wants to destroy our Longhu Mountain?"
The voice was not loud, but it was like thunder, full of inviolable majesty.
Within a radius of 100 meters, everyone felt their whole body sink, as if a mountain was pressing on their shoulders, and even breathing became difficult.
"Huh?"
Bear King Bailey and Blood Demon William turned around at the same time.
I saw a fat man with big shoulders and waist standing with his hands behind his back on the top of a big tree not far behind him.
The fat man was wearing a very ordinary loose Taoist robe, with a head full of silver hair, and had a kind face and harmless to people and animals.
But the powerful pressure emanating from him was frightening.
No need to ask, you know that this seemingly kind fat man in front of you is the target they want to assassinate, Zhang Xuanji!
In an instant, Bear King Bailey and Blood Demon William entered the battle state, and at the same time, they were a little surprised.
They waited for a long time, but they didn't expect Zhang Xuanji to appear behind them without anyone noticing.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
As soon as Zhang Xuanji showed his breath, several figures flashed over.
The sword master of Jinwu Kingdom, Kusama Taro; the three ace killers of Tianzhu Kingdom, Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva; the boxing master of Baixiang Kingdom, Basong; and several main gods of the Temple of the Gods.
Including Bear King Bailey and Blood Demon William, there are more than ten strong men in total.
As soon as these appeared, they surrounded Zhang Xuanji and blocked his way out to prevent him from escaping.
"Old man, I didn't expect you to dare to deliver yourself? Are you really not afraid of death?" Blood Demon William asked with an evil smile.
"Just now, you wanted to destroy Longhu Mountain?" Zhang Xuanji stood on the top of the tree, looking down from above, with an indifferent look, as if overlooking an ant.
"So what if it's me?"
Blood Demon William was not afraid at all: "Not only will I destroy Longhu Mountain, I will also kill you!"
"How brave!"
Zhang Xuanji suddenly laughed and gave a thumbs up: "I haven't taken action for a long time. Tonight, I will accompany you guys to stretch your muscles."
As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Xuanji suddenly disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was in front of Blood Demon William, and then raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang.
Before Blood Demon William could react, he flew backwards for hundreds of meters like a cannonball, crashed into several large trees, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Half of his face had collapsed, his facial features became distorted, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.
It was horrible to look at.
2422
Lennox’s devastating attack cleared the battlefield in an instant.
The warriors who had charged forward were either dead or gravely injured, powerless to resist.
“This… How is this possible?!” Tyson exclaimed, his eyelids twitching as cold sweat streamed down his face.
The seal formation had drastically weakened even master-level warriors, preventing them from unleashing their full strength. Yet, Lennox had harnessed the power of a single pot of wine to unleash abilities far beyond his cultivation level.
Though he was merely at the master level, his “Wander Through the Eight Wastelands” technique carried the destructive might of a grandmaster. If he unleashed such power again, everyone—including Tyson—would face certain death.
“Retreat!”
Taking a deep breath, Lennox reabsorbed the thousands of phantoms into his body. His face flushed red, then turned pale, and his breathing became labored.
It was clear that executing the “Wander Through the Eight Wastelands” move had drained him. With his cultivation restricted by the seal, he could only manage it once.
The battlefield was now sparsely populated. Apart from Tyson and six black-robed men, only a handful of warriors remained, most of them too terrified to continue fighting.
The six black-robed men, the strongest of the group, were fully occupied battling Dustin, leaving them unable to provide support. Among the remaining fighters, only Tyson posed a real threat, while the others stayed back, paralyzed with fear.
“Tyson, if you value your life, leave now. Otherwise, you’ll end up like these corpses,” Lennox warned coldly.
Though his energy was nearly depleted, Lennox hoped his threat would scare the enemy into retreat. A prolonged battle was no longer in his favor.
“Master Houle, what should we do? Should we retreat for now?” Damien asked nervously, clutching his injured chest.
Their forces had been reduced from hundreds to barely a dozen. He lacked the courage to continue.
“What are you panicking about?” Tyson snapped, glaring at Lennox. “He just forced himself to use his powers. Look at him now—he’s spent. If he could press his advantage, he wouldn’t waste time threatening us!”
“That may be true,” Damien replied hesitantly, “but most of our men are dead. We won’t gain anything if we keep fighting. Maybe we should retreat and plan our next move.”
“Plan our next move? Are you insane?!” Tyson roared, slapping Damien hard across the face. “If we fail this mission, we’ll die anyway. Anyone who retreats will face certain death!”
Tyson knew he had no choice. Retreating now would mean execution at the hands of Lord Bailey. Better to die fighting than to be branded a deserter.
Determined, Tyson pulled out two tubes of strengthening potion, tossing one to Damien. “Drink it. It’ll boost your physical strength and combat ability. I earned these through countless battles—don’t waste it!”
“Thank you, Master Houle!” Damien said, his face lighting up with newfound hope.
The strengthening potion in his hands was an S-grade serum, leagues above the A-grade one he had used before. With its power, he regained his confidence.
“If we don’t succeed today, we die. So let’s give it everything we’ve got!” Tyson declared.
Without hesitation, he drank the potion in one gulp. Though taking a second dose in quick succession was dangerous and could lead to death, Tyson had no time to worry about the risks.
There were only two outcomes: kill or be killed.
“Charge!” Tyson roared, feeling the surge of power coursing through him. With his blade in hand, he rushed forward, ready to fight to the death.
Outside the Sacred Wyrm Summit Hall
Meanwhile, hundreds of elite warriors were relentlessly assaulting the mountain’s protective barrier. Explosions echoed across the area as the shield grew weaker with each attack.
Inside the hall, the Sacred Wyrm Summit’s masters stood ready for battle.
“Brother, the mountain protection barrier won’t hold much longer—it’ll collapse in less than one stick of incense!” Orion Foster reported as he hurried into the hall.
“No matter,” Katy Foster replied calmly. “Let them in. Order the disciples to form twelve small formations. Once they breach the barrier, we’ll turn defense into offense and make sure none of them leave alive.”
“Yes!” Orion answered, quickly relaying the orders.
Moments later, the protective barrier vanished.
Without hesitation, the Pantheon’s forces stormed through the main gate, their battle cries shaking the air.
“Kill the demons!”
“Slay them!”
The Sacred Wyrm Summit disciples were prepared. Hundreds of warriors formed tight formations, launching a coordinated counterattack.
The clash was brutal. Explosions, screams, and the sound of clashing steel filled the battlefield as the first large-scale confrontation erupted.
Atop Sacred Wyrm Summit
On the roof of a nearby building, Bear King Bailey stood quietly, watching the chaos unfold.
He had no intention of joining the fight just yet. His goal wasn’t merely to destroy Sacred Wyrm Summit—it was to eliminate Arion Foyer, Dragonmarsh’s strongest martial artist and the greatest threat to the Western world.
If Arion Foyer fell, Dragonmarsh would descend into chaos.
At that moment, the Pantheon would strike, dealing a devastating blow to Dragonmarsh. It was a strategy designed to kill two birds with one stone.
Now, all Bear King Bailey needed was for Arion Foyer to appear. When he did, Bailey would summon his elite warriors to finish the job and ensure Dragonmarsh’s collapse.
Chinese version:
Chapter: 2734-75
The battle between the Pantheon and Longhu Mountain was extremely fierce.
The Pantheon was well prepared for this invasion. Not only did they invite strong men from all over the world, but they also distributed precious strengthening potions to everyone.
Even in order to target Longhu Mountain, the Pantheon specially developed a combat suit that can resist thunder attacks.
Once a general innate master is hit by thunder, he will lose his combat effectiveness in an instant.
After wearing this special suit, the power of thunder will be reduced by half. Even if he is hit by one, he can still stand up and continue fighting after a little slowdown.
In terms of defense, it can be said to have achieved the ultimate.
In addition, the biggest advantage of the Pantheon is that there are enough people.
Counting those desperate criminals who were hired for money, there are tens of thousands of them.
When they were besieged, they were like a swarm of bees, densely packed.
On the other hand, Longhu Mountain only had more than a hundred people.
Although everyone has good combat power, they are still no match for four hands, and they fell into a disadvantageous position as they fought.
Fortunately, the disciples of Longhu Mountain cooperated well, and with the help of the formation, they were able to stabilize the situation in a short period of time.
However, once the strength was exhausted, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Lord Bailey, Longhu Mountain has been conquered by us. Now only the people in the main hall are still resisting, but judging from their appearance, they should not be able to hold on for long."
At this time, a master of the main god level in black jumped to the roof and reported to Bear King Bailey.
"How is Han Tian? Is the progress going smoothly?"
Bear King Bailey asked expressionlessly.
The plan tonight is to attack from multiple fronts.
One force invaded the forbidden area of Longhu Mountain, one force surrounded and killed the masters of Longhu Mountain, and the remaining strongest force ambushed Zhang Xuanji.
He wanted to maximize the results of the battle in the shortest time.
"There is no news from Lord Han yet, but Lord Han is well prepared and has various back-up plans to prevent any accidents. I believe there should be no problem." The main god in black replied. "
This plan cannot be wrong. Send two people to explore and report immediately if there is any situation." Bear King Bailey ordered.
"Understood!"
The Lord God in black responded, then turned around and gestured.
Soon, two spies went straight to the forbidden area of Longhu Mountain.
"Bailey, we've already attacked the door, why is the old man still not moving? Could he be scared and have already fled?"
At this time, a bloody figure slowly appeared beside Bear King Bailey, it was the Blood Demon William.
"As the number one person in Dragon Country, he shouldn't be so cowardly. Wait and see." Bear King Bailey narrowed his eyes.
The most difficult part of this mission is to surround and kill Zhang Xuanji.
He has been able to dominate the Dragon Country for many years and is praised as a god-like existence. Obviously, he is not a person who has a false reputation.
Now that Longhu Mountain is in danger, how could Zhang Xuanji flee without a fight?
"If you ask me, there are still not enough dead people. I don't believe that old man won't come out after the entire Longhu Mountain is destroyed!" Blood Demon William said with an evil smile. As
soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from the sky above his head.
"Who wants to destroy our Longhu Mountain?"
The voice was not loud, but it was like thunder, full of inviolable majesty.
Within a radius of 100 meters, everyone felt their whole body sink, as if a mountain was pressing on their shoulders, and even breathing became difficult.
"Huh?"
Bear King Bailey and Blood Demon William turned around at the same time.
I saw a fat man with big shoulders and waist standing with his hands behind his back on the top of a big tree not far behind him.
The fat man was wearing a very ordinary loose Taoist robe, with a head full of silver hair, and had a kind face and harmless to people and animals.
But the powerful pressure emanating from him was frightening.
No need to ask, you know that this seemingly kind fat man in front of you is the target they want to assassinate, Zhang Xuanji!
In an instant, Bear King Bailey and Blood Demon William entered the battle state, and at the same time, they were a little surprised.
They waited for a long time, but they didn't expect Zhang Xuanji to appear behind them without anyone noticing.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
As soon as Zhang Xuanji showed his breath, several figures flashed over.
The sword master of Jinwu Kingdom, Kusama Taro; the three ace killers of Tianzhu Kingdom, Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva; the boxing master of Baixiang Kingdom, Basong; and several main gods of the Temple of the Gods.
Including Bear King Bailey and Blood Demon William, there are more than ten strong men in total.
As soon as these appeared, they surrounded Zhang Xuanji and blocked his way out to prevent him from escaping.
"Old man, I didn't expect you to dare to deliver yourself? Are you really not afraid of death?" Blood Demon William asked with an evil smile.
"Just now, you wanted to destroy Longhu Mountain?" Zhang Xuanji stood on the top of the tree, looking down from above, with an indifferent look, as if overlooking an ant.
"So what if it's me?"
Blood Demon William was not afraid at all: "Not only will I destroy Longhu Mountain, I will also kill you!"
"How brave!"
Zhang Xuanji suddenly laughed and gave a thumbs up: "I haven't taken action for a long time. Tonight, I will accompany you guys to stretch your muscles."
As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Xuanji suddenly disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was in front of Blood Demon William, and then raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang.
Before Blood Demon William could react, he flew backwards for hundreds of meters like a cannonball, crashed into several large trees, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Half of his face had collapsed, his facial features became distorted, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.
It was horrible to look at.
