“God of War!”
“Mr. Ye!”
On Genting Mountain, seeing Ye Qingtian battered and bruised, countless people spilled tears on the spot.
Chu Qi Tian, on the other hand, was full of smugness and arrogance.
“Hahahaha…”
“Is this the number one powerhouse of Yanxia?”
“Under this Young Lord, it is nothing more than a mere clay chicken and a dog.”
“Yanxia still claims to be the country of origin of martial dao, but now it seems to be nothing more than that.”
Chu Qi Tian shook his head as his reckless laughter echoed through this heaven and earth.
“It’s over.”
“You people, give this world, a final farewell.”
“If you want to blame, blame yourselves, for following the wrong people.”
With a loud laugh, Chu Qi Tian had already dropped his gaze towards the group of Jiangdong’s people who were being protected by the God of War, Ye Qingtian, behind him.
However, just as Chu Qi Tian was about to go on a killing spree, a blood-covered figure in the ruins ahead of him stood up once again.
“Come on!”
“Chu Qi Tian, your opponent is me!”
“Come towards me!”
Ye Qinglong’s domineering and majestic voice rang out once again.
Those Yanxia martial artists who were already desperate, when they heard Ye Qingtian’s voice once again, but they were all uplifted and all of them were in tears.
Even the old and powerful ones like Lu Zi Ming and Zhang Jiuling wept at this moment.
The reason why the Yanxia nation has lasted for so long is because of the fact that there are people like them.
It was because there were people like Ye Qingtian, one after another.
They have gone before and after him, they have braved life and death, they have flung themselves to the flame.
Only for the sake of leaving a hope of life for those who come after them in this country!
“Gentlemen, even the God of War does not fear life and death, what else are we afraid of?”
“Everyone hang in there!”
“Hang in there until Mr. Chu, comes to save us.”
Zhang Jiuling, who was nearly a hundred years old, also bravely stood at the head of the tide, bravely facing this vast army of the Chu Sect.
Lu Ziming was also deeply infected and followed, “All of us in the martial arts of Jiangbei will follow the order!”
“No matter if we live or die, we must protect Mr. Chu’s family and friends.”
“Kill!”
Lu Ziming’s eyes had turned red.
Who would have thought that at the last moment, the one who rushed to the forefront and sheltered Jiangdong would be the Jiangbei Martial Way, who had a life-and-death feud with Jiangdong.
This scene undoubtedly left Li Er and the others dumbfounded!
In today’s Yanxia, who did not know that back then, Ye Fan alone had killed half of the Jiangbei Martial Way.
It was supposed to be an undying grudge.
But now, the former enemy had become the strongest force that sheltered Ye Fan’s family and friends.
“If the peach and plum do not speak, the next generation will be the best.”
“Mr. Chu, did you see that?”
“Your benevolence and righteousness, even after your death, has touched countless people!”
Li Er, Chen Ao and the others cried out.
When people were desperate, they would always remember that person who had brought them back from the dead countless times.
And this person was undoubtedly Ye Fan.
However, in Li Er’s and their eyes, Ye Fan was already dead and no longer existed.
Amongst those present, I guess only Zhang Jiuling, Lu Ziming and the others were convinced that Ye Fan would definitely come.
He would definitely!
As he watched, Cloud Top Mountain, which had already been routed, was once again stirred up by Ye Qingtian’s fighting spirit.
Chu Qi Tian was instantly furious.
“Good!”
“Want to die, do you?”
“I’ll make it happen for you!”
Chu Qi Tian was no longer the least bit polite.
His Dragon God Body directly exploded.
With his bare hands and empty fists, he charged directly towards Ye Qingtian below.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Chu Qi Tian swung a hundred punches in a second, shaking the four directions with a single punch.
The fierce attack was like a violent rainstorm, pouring down towards Ye Qingtian’s location.
Ye Qingtian’s ribs crumbled and he vomited blood furiously.
The difference was too great after all!
In the previous battle on Yan Mountain, Ye Qingtian was already seriously injured and dying.
If he hadn’t been brought back to Genting Mountain by Huang Niu, he would have collapsed at the top of Yan Mountain days ago.
However, even though Ye was recovering from his wounds on Genting Mountain for a few days.
But Jiangdong’s heritage was naturally not comparable to that of the Chu Sect.
The Chu Sect had all kinds of precious spiritual medicines for Chu Qi Tian to take, and there was even the God Realm powerhouse Chu Yuan to heal Chu Qi Tian’s wounds.
Jiangdong’s side, on the other hand, was simply unable to effectively treat Ye Qingtian’s injuries.
Under such circumstances, how could Ye Qingtian, who was already wounded, be a match for Chu Qi Tian, who had mastered all the divine techniques?
However, what angered Chu Qi Tian was that.
This Ye was like an undefeatable little strong man.
Every time he fell down, he stood up again with his teeth gritted.
Like a moth that fluttered to the flame, he once again blocked Chu Qi Tian from entering the battle below.
“D*mned thing!”
“Do you really think that I, Chu Qi Tian, can’t kill you?”
Chu Qi Tian had been completely enraged.
All patience had been lost under Ye Qingtian’s pestering.
In his anger, Chu Qi Tian bent his hand into a claw and struck out with a black tiger’s heart.
The crowd could only see that a piece of flesh was brutally torn from Ye’s body, and bright red blood flowed all over his body.
Then, Chu Qi Tian struck another blow.
A powerful kick that dented Ye Qingtian’s chest.
This time, the War God, who had been knocked down, did not stand up again.
He collapsed into the rubble, crimson blood flowing uncontrollably from his mouth.
He could no longer speak, but his eyes remained open.
The man who had guarded this country all his life seemed to be straining, taking one last look at the country and people he loved.
“Old Ye!”
“What is your suffering?”
In the distance, the two men, the Fist King and the Sword Saint, who were also beaten to death, had their hearts twisted like knives and shed tears of mourning.
“Uncle War God ….”
Little Chu Lin, who had already run down Yunding Mountain, saw Ye Qingtian’s near-death scene, but pushed Ye Yuyan away with force.
The little one howled and ran towards Ye Qingtian without a care in the world.
Although Ye Yuyan, Tarzan and the others were heartbroken, they knew that at this moment, even though it was painful, they had to take away Chu Lin as the War God had instructed.
Therefore, they immediately chased after him and hugged Chu Lin to prevent him from pa*sing.
“Let go of me!”
“Let go of me, I won’t go, I won’t go…”
“Wooooooo…”
“I want Uncle War God.”
“I don’t want Uncle War God to die…”
Little Chu Lin was like a lion that had exploded, he was bawling and crying, struggling uncontrollably, his tears surging like a sea.
But after all, he was only a child, and even if he cried as loudly as he could, it would not change a thing.
He picked up a sword from the ground and prepared to finish off this patron saint of Yanxia once and for all.
However, just as Chu Tianqi was stabbing down with this sword.
Behind him, there was a hoarse cry, “I forbid you to kill my Uncle War God!
That voice was childish, but it contained a power that was almost heaven-destroying.
Chu Qi Tian’s heart trembled and he turned around violently.
At that moment, he could only see that a childish and small figure in the crowd in front of him had exploded with terrifying energy in an instant.
That blazing energy was like a sun.
What?
Chu Qi Tian was instantly shocked!
He leapt to dodge.
However, it was already too late.
He only felt that an incomparably hot energy spurted out from that little fellow’s body.
It was like a rocket shot out by Hou Yi.
Wrapped in a heaven-destroying might, its sharpness only pointed at Chu Qi Tian!
“D*mn, what the hell is this?”
Chu Qi Tian was terrified to the extreme.
The Dragon God Body opened to its extreme, while swinging out his longsword to block in front of himself.
Boom!
In the next moment, an explosive sound was heard.
A terrifying energy, with Chu Qi Tian as the centre, exploded.
The earth cracked and gra*s and trees flew.
The entire Genting Mountain trembled as if it were an earthquake.
In particular, the spot where Chu Qi Tian was standing seemed to have been scorched by a blazing sun and fire, and was already a scorched earth.
The long sword was broken, his clothes were shattered, and Chu Qi Tian himself was shaken back tens of metres.
His body was in a wretched state, as if he had been burnt by flames, and his originally lush head of dark hair was burnt to the point where only a bit of bald hair remained, and blood spilled out of his mouth.
“This… This…”
The scene in front of him undoubtedly shook everyone.
The crowd that was still killing each other were frozen.
Those pairs of gazes, like looking straight at a monster, fell in unison towards, underneath Cloud Top Mountain, that little fellow.
Even the yellow ox that had fled to the distance had a cow face that looked dumbfounded.
“Holy sh*t!”
“This hanging open?”