Slaying an Eighth-Tier Insect
Deep within the starry sky, the Insect Emperor's rage transformed into a tangible dark storm. Although it was blocked by the mighty power of the Martial God, its will to destroy all things spread throughout the entire Void Insect Race through a rhythm that transcended the laws of nature.
"Blood Tide!!"
A supreme imperial edict resounded deep within the souls of all Insect Race of Seventh Grade and above.
The atmosphere in Azure Dragon Star Gate, which had just been boiling over because of Lin Xuanqing's single strike that shook the Emperor, instantly froze.
The piercing alarms blared simultaneously from the Personal Computers of every Starship, every fortress, and every powerful individual, instantly lighting up the highest-level crimson alarm on the Star Map across the Federation's nine major defense lines.
An unprecedented all-out war has broken out.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Old Freak Wang abandoned all his joking demeanor, and a fierce, murderous aura, honed by Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, ignited in his aged eyes.
He and the other mentors instantly switched roles, from teaching masters to commanders guarding their territory, and began to organize all the Prodigies present in an orderly manner.
"Form defensive Battle Formation! Immortal Realm in front, Undying Realm cultivators in the middle, heed my command!"
At that moment, the stable space in front of the Azure Dragon Star Gate was suddenly torn apart by an overwhelming force.
A massive, deep, pitch-black wormhole suddenly burst open, and a dense aura of decay and slaughter surged forth like a black tide bursting its banks.
The light was forcibly swallowed at the edge of the wormhole. The surrounding Asteroid Belt was pulled by gravity and fell into that absolute darkness, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
The Spatial Barriers, unable to withstand the pressure, emitted a sickening cracking sound.
A large number of Void Insect Race poured out from it.
Leading the charge were two hundred Seventh Grade Immortal Realm Insect Generals.
They were surrounded by different halos of laws, leaving long trails in the starry sky.
Immediately afterwards, the auras of twelve eighth-grade insect kings descended.
Finally, three ninth-rank Insect Emperor offspring, whose size could blot out the Stars, stepped out of the wormhole.
The overwhelming pressure of the Insect Race army pressed directly towards the Human Race ranks.
Tens of thousands of Seventh Rank Prodigies Human Race experienced difficulty breathing and sluggish circulation of Qi and Blood under this oppressive force.
Old Freak Wang's gaze swept across the enemy formation.
"Ninth Tier Three Venerables, Eighth-Order Twelve Masters."
His face was ashen as he turned to look at the instructors from the other universities beside him.
"The usual rule: high-level opponents against high-level opponents. We absolutely cannot let them break into the ranks of the Prodigies."
Everyone nodded.
Old Freak Wang roared, and bronze-colored Martial Dao totems appeared on his body. He exerted force with his legs, shattering the Void beneath his feet, and his whole body transformed into a dazzling golden light, rushing straight towards the three ninth-grade Insect Race.
"War!"
The other eighth-rank instructors set off simultaneously, each locking onto their targets and charging forward.
The starry sky was instantly ignited.
The collision of laws produced a blinding light. A violent surge of energy spread outwards, completely vaporizing nearby meteorite fragments.
The clash of high-level combatants on the main battlefield created an insurmountable energy barrier. This barrier forcibly separated tens of thousands of Seventh Rank Human Race Prodigies the battlefield ahead.
Human Race mentors are outnumbered.
A Void Shadow Scythe, an Eighth-Level Mid Stage creature whose forelimbs had evolved into giant Bone Scythes, used the force of the energy backlash to escape into a secondary space after exchanging a single blow with an eighth-rank Human Race mentor.
It avoided the energy barrier of the main battlefield.
It appeared on the right flank and rear of the Human Race's Prodigies formation.
This area is guarded by Wen Yuan and other students from the Star River Martial Academy.
The Void Shadow Scythe appeared without making a sound, and immediately swung its twin scythes.
A dark purple spatial rift blade took shape, carrying the Death Law that could annihilate everything, and slashed towards the crowd.
The interstellar dust along the way was silently sliced apart.
Wen Yuan sensed the spatial fluctuations and turned to look.
The pressure from the Eighth-Level Mid Stage made his bones crack.
The Dao Principles of the Life School were completely suppressed in the face of this murderous intent.
It was too late to form a battle formation.
Wen Yuan bit his tongue, mobilizing all the Life Origin within his body, preparing to withstand this attack.
A hand rested on Wen Yuan's shoulder.
Chen Fan passed Wen Yuan and stood at the very front of the line.
A cruel light flashed in the compound eyes of the Void Shadow Scythe. A young man with a restrained aura could not stop it.
Chen Fan raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, pointing towards the Void in front of him.
Within his palm, the Life-and-Death Dao Principles flowed, and the power of the World Dao Mark burst forth.
This force instantly took over the space within a hundred feet in front of it.
The previously turbulent Spatial Turbulence instantly froze.
The dark purple spatial rift blade stopped three feet in front of Chen Fan.
The cutting principles on the rift blade clashed violently with the power of the world.
Under the crushing force of the world, the laws of division crumbled inch by inch, dissipating into specks of purple light.
The Void Shadow Scythe realized it had lost control of the space, and its eyes flashed with horror. It tried to escape into the secondary space again, but Chen Fan's eyes flashed with killing intent.
With a gentle squeeze of his five fingers, the space within a hundred feet collapsed inward.
The location of the Void Shadow Scythe is where space folds.
In an instant, the body of the Void Shadow Scythe shattered.
An Eighth-Order Life Core, shimmering with a purple glow, remained in place.
Chen Fan beckoned, and the core fell into his palm.
The nascent universe within his Dantian trembled slightly.
The Life-and-Death Furnace operated on its own, devouring the wisp of Eighth-Order Origin Source remaining in the palm of the hand, transforming it into pure energy that nourished the entire body.
Having just broken through to the Eighth-Order, his position instantly became more stable.
Chen Fan glanced down at the core and casually put it into his storage space.
"Eighth-Level Mid Stage, nothing special."
The entire process took less than three breaths.
The right flank of the battlefield fell into dead silence.
Wen Yuan remained frozen in place, still in the posture of burning his Origin Source.
The group of Seventh Rank Prodigies behind them gaped, unable to utter a sound.
The main battlefield in the distance.
Old Freak Wang endured a blow from a ninth-grade Insect Race, repelling his opponent. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the change on the right flank.
He saw clearly the Eighth-Order Core in Chen Fan's hand.
Overjoy surged within him. Old Freak Wang took a deep breath, channeling his Qi and Blood energy into his throat.
"Chen Fan has slain Eighth-Order cultivator, a cause for celebration for the Human Race!!"
The enormous sound wave pierced through the energy barrier and reverberated throughout the entire starry sky.
The Human Race warriors were greatly encouraged.
"Good lad!"
An Eighth-Order instructor burst into laughter, his attacks becoming even more ferocious.
Old Freak Wang's roar, which resonated through the heavens, was like a powerful stimulant, piercing the hearts of tens of thousands of Human Race Prodigies.
The slight chaos caused by the sneak attack from the Eighth-Order insect king was instantly swept away by an even more intense, iron-blooded fighting spirit.
"Chen Fan is awesome!"
"Kill!!"
Amidst the deafening shouts, the previously somewhat sluggish defensive Battle Formation suddenly accelerated its operation.
Amidst the clash of swords and the roar of laws, the offensive was more than twice as fierce, forcefully pushing back the two hundred Seventh Grade insect generals who formed the vanguard!
The rear is as stable as Mount Tai.
The main battlefield, which truly determines victory or defeat, has already seen the fighting reach a fever pitch.
Lin Xuanqing was surrounded by deathly Dao Principles, and was fiercely fighting against a Ninth Tier Insect Emperor's offspring whose entire body was covered in bone armor.
As Old Freak Wang's roar echoed, his Divine Thought simultaneously captured everything that was happening behind him.