"Not good!"
"Despicable All Clans, actually resorting to a sneak attack!"
Seeing the dagger that appeared out of thin air, the Human Race experts were enraged. They wanted to intervene, but they were too far away; it was simply too late.
They stared at the battlefield, their eyes blazing with fury, filled with worry.
A monstrous-level genius was extrely important to the Human Race, especially now. Under the oppression of the All Clans, such individuals were invaluable.
The Human Race urgently needed a new generation of powerhouses!
And the source of these powerhouses was undoubtedly the young prodigies!
"Stop!"
Above the Red Dragon Starfield, the Human Race expert who had acted earlier roared. His heavenly might was like a crushing prison, carrying a boundless rage that blazed across the starry sky, engulfing the entire starfield.
"Immortal Jade Fire, this Genius War only prohibits the older generation of Martial Artists from interfering. It does not limit the number of younger generation participants who can act!"
Imdiately, another deep voice resounded, as cold as a ten-thousand-year glacial wave.
Looking up at the starry sky, through the flas, one could vaguely discern a colossal giant standing in a distant starfield. He wielded a massive axe that exuded world-destroying power.
"Hmm?"
Who dares to be so furtive?
On the battlefield, Li Yuanba, who was preparing to kill Lingwu, frowned slightly. He spun around abruptly, hurling the Rumble Drum Golden Hamr from his right hand. The boundless force behind it crushed everything in its path.
CLANG!
The dagger flying towards him was instantly swatted away.
"Not good!"
The Shadow Tribe Saint Heir was alard. He imdiately activated his Divine Skills, transforming into dozens of black shadows that scattered in all directions.
He was an expert in the art of assassination; his primary thod of killing relied on catching enemies off guard. The mont an enemy discovered him, his situation would beco extrely perilous.
In a direct confrontation, his combat strength was far inferior to Lingwu's.
Even soone as strong as Lingwu had been injured, let alone him.
His best option was to hide and wait for another opportunity to strike.
"He's been discovered!"
Within the Stargate, the Stone Tribe Saint Heir spoke gravely, finding the situation increasingly difficult. The strength of the Qin Dynasty's generals repeatedly shattered his understanding.
According to the decree from the 'Hall of Clans,' the Qin Dynasty possessed four monstrous-level geniuses. Only two had appeared so far. How powerful would the remaining two be?
"With One Qi Transforms into Myriad Shadows, he should be able to evade the Qin general's attack!"
Tan Shenwu, the Saint Heir of the Sky Eye Clan, who stood in the center wearing a silver robe and possessing six eyes, comnted calmly.
As he spoke, his eyes glinted with divine light. He scanned the myriad shadows filling the sky, trying to discern the true body of the Shadow Tribe Saint Heir, but to no avail.
If even I cannot see through it, how could a re human?
However, in the very next instant, his expression froze. The Rumble Drum Golden Hamr swept past, and countless bolts of Heavenly Thunder rained down, obliterating all the shadows.
A vast expanse of the starry sky shattered. A blood-soaked figure was struck by the heavy hamr and sent flying for thousands of li, his body disintegrating, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
"This ti, no one will co to save you!"
After repelling the sneak attacker, Li Yuanba showed no hesitation. He raised his left hamr and, before Lingwu's despairing gaze, smashed it down fiercely.
BOOM!
The hard skull was instantly caved in, brain matter splattering, his face a grueso, unrecognizable ss.
"There's still one more. Can't forget about him!" Li Yuanba murmured, gripping the bloodstained Rumble Drum Golden Hamr as he flew towards the distant Shadow Tribe Saint Heir.
COUGH, COUGH!
Tens of thousands of li away, the Shadow Tribe Saint Heir clutched his collapsed chest. His immortal body, like a shattered porcelain doll, was riddled with cracks. He fled the battlefield in terror.
But he hadn't gone far before he felt a suffocating pressure rapidly approaching.
"Damn it!"
The Shadow Tribe Saint Heir's heart leaped. He glanced back and was nearly scared to death on the spot.
A hundred li away, Li Yuanba, wreathed in a sea of thunder, was charging towards him. The vast and majestic pressure felt as if countless heavens were crashing down, terrifying to the extre.
"Essence blood power, burn!"
Without hesitation, the Shadow Tribe Saint Heir roared inwardly.
A faint black fla erupted from beneath his feet. Fueled by his essence blood, it generated a continuous stream of power, causing his cultivation to surge突破, vaguely showing signs of breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm.
"Qin Dynasty!"
"This Saint Heir will not forget this!"
"When I return to my tribe, I will imdiately mobilize our strongest experts to assassinate the Qin Dynasty's leadership. You will live in eternal fear!"
With his power increased, the Shadow Tribe Saint Heir felt the pressure lessen imnsely. He put distance between himself and Li Yuanba, his eyes filled with venomous hatred as he bellowed furiously.
Essence blood was the foundation of all life!
Even for immortals, it was exceedingly important.
If too much essence blood was lost, the consequences were unimaginable. Minor losses could affect one's potential; major losses could result in lifelong cultivation stagnation.
For young geniuses, burning essence blood was a last resort, only considered in life-or-death situations.
To escape, he had burned thirty percent of his essence blood, an act that could jeopardize his talent. If it wasn't replenished in ti, his talent could plumt from monstrous to rely top-tier.
One could only imagine the depths of his hatred for the Qin Dynasty.
BOOM!
Just then, a frigid voice echoed.
"Seeking revenge?"
"You'll have to survive leaving this place first!"
The Shadow Tribe Saint Heir's expression changed drastically again. Before he could react, he felt an excruciating pain in his heart. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his consciousness began to blur.
Where did this battle spear co from?
In his final monts, the Shadow Tribe Saint Heir stared at the battle spear lodged in his chest, a trace of bewildernt in his eyes.
Just monts ago, he had seen a silver battle spear flash before his eyes, piercing through his body with unstoppable, lightning-fast force.
But where had the spear co from?
Even in death, he didn't understand how he had died!
"The spear? It ca from the heavens!"
The starry sky rippled, and Zhao Yun's figure materialized out of thin air. He pulled out his battle spear and stated coldly.
When the Shadow Tribe Saint Heir had launched his sneak attack, Zhao Yun had already left the Great Wall, concealing himself in the shadows, awaiting the opportune mont to strike.
This was called... giving him a taste of his own dicine!
The scene before them had unfolded incredibly fast, all within an instant.
By the ti the Shadow Tribe Saint Heir fell, the crowd finally reacted. They were utterly dumbfounded, their hair standing on end. Two more Saint Heirs had fallen?
Lingwu, ranked fifth on the Saint Heir List, perished!
The Shadow Tribe Saint Heir, ranked seventh, perished!
Adding to the previously slain 'Wooden Sword Immortal,' the All Clans' side had already sacrificed three Saint Heirs!
These weren't three ordinary individuals, but Saint Heirs possessing monstrous talent!
Across all the Middle Thousand Worlds, the All Clans only had nine Saint Heirs in total!
How much ti had passed, and already a third of them were gone?
Most crucially, not a single genius had fallen from the Qin Dynasty's side.
The starry sky was silent. No one spoke.
Even the experts from the All Clans who burned for revenge no longer dared to clamor. They were terrified that another Saint Heir would die at the hands of the Qin Dynasty's geniuses.
The Human Race's side was just as deathly silent. They were quiet primarily because they were still reeling from shock; the imnse, joyous surprise had struck them like a sledgehamr!
How many years had it been since the Human Race had achieved such a victory?
Ten thousand years?
A million years?
Or even a hundred million years?
Inside the Stargate, the six remaining Saint Heirs looked at each other in dismay. All of them remained silent, daring not to make a move.
"A bunch of trash!"
"There is an immortal pool here. Cultivate with all haste and ensure you break through to the Golden Immortal realm within one year!"
"Otherwise, you will be stripped of your Saint Heir status and cultivation!"
A mont later, a cold and majestic voice echoed.
From the heavens above, countless droplets of immortal liquid descended like a waterfall, splashing down and filling the sky with auspicious radiance and tens of thousands of brilliant light rays. It ford a hundred-li-wide immortal pool that exuded infinite immortal power.
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