Martial Saint Returns to the Sect with Triumphant News, Myriad Races Rise and Stir the Winds of Change

When Chen Fan and his group entered the Seven Stars Sect's mountain gate, the usually bustling plaza was deserted, and the air was thick with tension. Before they could react, a figure rushed towards them. It was Qin Feng, the Seven Stars Sect's senior disciple. "Mr. Chen! You're finally back! The Sect Master is waiting for you in the Hall of Affairs. Something big has happened!"

"What happened?" Chen Fan's heart sank. Qin Feng's tone carried an unprecedented urgency.

"The Demon Race suddenly tore up the peace treaty with the human race! A million-strong demon army has already broken through the 'Demon Slaying Pass' in the east and is heading towards the major sects!" Qin Feng spoke at an extremely rapid pace. "The general guarding Demon Slaying Pass was General Zhao, who was at the late Nascent Soul stage. But the Demon Race sent three Demon Kings. General Zhao resisted with all his might but still couldn't hold them. Now, the demon army is only three hundred miles away from the Seven Stars Sect!"

Chen Fan's expression changed drastically. The war between the ten thousand races had erupted so suddenly! He didn't ask any more questions and quickly strode towards the Hall of Affairs. Lin Xiaohu, Li Mo, and the others hurried to follow.

Inside the Hall of Affairs, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron. Chu Xinghe sat in the main seat, his brows tightly furrowed. Below him stood the elders of the Seven Stars Sect and envoys from several other human sects. Every face was etched with worry.

"Chen Fan! You're back!" Chu Xinghe's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise when he saw Chen Fan. "You've broken through to the Martial Saint realm?" He could clearly sense the powerful aura emanating from Chen Fan, which was even more terrifying than when he had killed a Nascent Soul Elder before.

Chen Fan nodded and asked directly, "Sect Master, what's the situation with the Demon Race now? What countermeasures do the other sects have?"

"The situation is very bad." Chu Xinghe sighed. "The Demon Race came prepared this time. Not only did they send a million-strong army, but they also have ten Demon Kings leading them, with two of them having reached the Nascent Soul Realm! On the human side, apart from a few top sects that have Nascent Soul realm experts, other sects are simply unable to resist the demon offensive. Three sects have already been annihilated by the Demon Race."

An envoy from the "Heavenly Sword Sect" interjected, "Our Heavenly Sword Sect's Elder Li has already led his disciples to support 'Clear Wind City.' However, the Demon Race's Demon Kings are too powerful. Although Elder Li is in the early Nascent Soul stage, he can only barely resist and cannot repel the demons."

"Everyone, now is not the time for sighing!" Chen Fan's voice rang out, breaking the silence in the hall. "Although the Demon Race is powerful, we humans are not to be trifled with! I am willing to lead my disciples to support Clear Wind City, slay the Demon Race's Demon Kings, and dampen their morale!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Chen Fan, their eyes filled with surprise. Although they had heard that Chen Fan had killed three Nascent Soul experts, the strength of the Demon Race's Demon Kings far surpassed that of human Nascent Soul cultivators. Especially the Nascent Soul realm Demon Kings, who could mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and unleash powerful demonic arts. Even human Nascent Soul realm experts might not be able to gain an advantage.

"Chen Fan, although you've broken through to the Martial Saint realm, the Demon Race's Nascent Soul Demon Kings are truly too powerful. You..." Chu Xinghe said worriedly, not wanting Chen Fan to go to his death in vain.

"Don't worry, Sect Master. Since I dare to go, I have confidence!" Chen Fan's tone was firm. "The path of Martial Arts is about growing in desperate situations. If we don't even have the courage to face a Nascent Soul realm expert, how can we talk about breaking the shackles of 'Spiritual Root Destiny'?"

Chu Xinghe looked at the determination in Chen Fan's eyes and knew he couldn't stop him. He took a deep breath and said, "Alright! I'll give you five thousand disciples and have Li Mo and three Golden Core elders assist you. Be careful!"

"We don't need that many disciples." Chen Fan shook his head. "The demon army is vast. Five thousand disciples would be like a drop in the bucket and would only cause unnecessary casualties. I only need Xiaohu and Li Mo to go with me. The others will stay in the sect to protect the Seven Stars Sect's safety."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaohu quickly said, "Brother Fan, I'll go with you! Although my strength isn't great, I can still help out!"

Li Mo also nodded, "Mr. Chen, I'll go with you. Even if I die, I will protect you and Xiaohu!"

Seeing Chen Fan's firm stance, Chu Xinghe said no more. He took out a golden long sword and a black armor from his storage bag: "This is the 'Evil Slaying Sword' and the 'Adamantine Armor.' Both are high-grade magical treasures. The Evil Slaying Sword can restrain the Demon Race's demonic energy, and the Adamantine Armor can withstand the attacks of Nascent Soul realm experts. Take them with you for protection."

Chen Fan took the sword and armor and said solemnly, "Thank you, Sect Master! I will definitely defend Clear Wind City, slay the Demon Race's Demon Kings, and buy time for humanity!"

Afterward, Chen Fan, Lin Xiaohu, and Li Mo quickly packed and rode the sect's spirit horses towards Clear Wind City. The spirit horses were extremely fast, and in less than an hour, they saw Clear Wind City in the distance.

At this moment, Clear Wind City was under siege by the demon army. On the city walls, human cultivators were fighting fiercely with demon soldiers. Blood stained the walls, and corpses piled up like mountains. In the sky, an old man in a green robe was locked in a fierce battle with a Demon King covered in black scales and with two horns – it was Elder Li of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Demon Race's Nascent Soul Demon King, "Black Scale Demon King."

Elder Li's long sword danced, its sword energy crisscrossing, but he could never break through the Black Scale Demon King's demonic energy defense. The Black Scale Demon King continuously spewed black demonic fire. Wherever the demonic fire passed, the air distorted from the heat. Elder Li could only dodge precariously, and he had already sustained several wounds.

"Hahaha! Human Nascent Soul realm experts are nothing more than this!" The Black Scale Demon King laughed disdainfully. "Today, I will flatten Clear Wind City and turn all of you humans into food for our Demon Race!"

Just then, a figure clad in pale gold streaked from afar like lightning, instantly appearing before the Black Scale Demon King.

"Who is it? How dare you interrupt this king's battle!" The Black Scale Demon King roared and turned to spew demonic fire.

"The one who will kill you!"

Chen Fan's voice was icy. The Evil Slaying Sword in his hand flashed with golden light as he slashed towards the Black Scale Demon King's head. The sword contained the True Qi of the Martial Saint realm and the power to slay evil. Where the sword energy passed, the black demonic energy was instantly torn apart.

The Black Scale Demon King's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly mobilized his demonic energy to form a shield in front of him.

"Bang!"

The Evil Slaying Sword collided with the shield, emitting a loud noise. The shield instantly cracked, and the Black Scale Demon King was forced back several steps by the immense force, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

"Martial Saint realm? Humans actually have Martial Saint realm martial artists?" The Black Scale Demon King's eyes were filled with disbelief. He had lived for thousands of years and had never seen a human who could withstand his attack with the strength of the Martial Saint realm.

Seeing Chen Fan, Elder Li's eyes flashed with surprise. "Thank you for your help, young brother!"

"Elder Li, you should rest. Leave this Demon King to me!" Chen Fan said, raising the Evil Slaying Sword again. The golden light on the sword became even more dazzling.

"Arrogant!" The Black Scale Demon King roared. "Even if you are in the Martial Saint realm, you may not be my opponent! Demonic Race Secret Art? Black Scale Storm!"

The black scales around the Black Scale Demon King suddenly detached, transforming into countless black blades that shot towards Chen Fan. The blades contained dense demonic energy and potent poison, and they moved like lightning, instantly blocking all of Chen Fan's escape routes.

Chen Fan's eyes narrowed. The Blood Essence and True Energy within his body circulated simultaneously, forming a thick armor of pale gold True Qi around him. He swung the Evil Slaying Sword, and golden sword energy shot out like a torrential rain, colliding with the black blades.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sword energy and blades continuously collided, emitting crisp sounds. The black blades were shattered one by one by the sword energy, turning into black powder and dissipating into the air.

"How is this possible? Your sword energy can shatter my Black Scale Blades?" The Black Scale Demon King's eyes were filled with shock. His Black Scale Blades were not easily shattered even by the sword energy of a Nascent Soul realm expert.

Chen Fan did not speak. His figure flickered, and he appeared before the Black Scale Demon King like a ghost. The Evil Slaying Sword in his hand stabbed towards the Black Scale Demon King's chest. The power to slay evil on the sword had a natural restraining effect on the Demon Race. The Black Scale Demon King felt his surrounding demonic energy become sluggish, unable to form an effective defense.

"Ah—!"

The Black Scale Demon King let out a scream as the Evil Slaying Sword pierced his chest. Golden True Qi surged through the sword, instantly destroying his internal organs and demon core.

The Black Scale Demon King's body fell to the ground limply, his eyes filled with unwillingness, but he was no longer breathing.

With the death of the Black Scale Demon King, the demon soldiers besieging Clear Wind City immediately fell into chaos. Chen Fan, holding the Evil Slaying Sword, charged into the demon army like a whirlwind. Golden sword energy crisscrossed, and with every slash, dozens of demon soldiers fell.

Elder Li and the human cultivators of Clear Wind City were greatly inspired by this sight. They all picked up their weapons and launched a counterattack against the demon army.

The demon soldiers, already lacking the command of their Demon King and now terrified by Chen Fan's onslaught, dared not resist and turned to flee.

In less than half an hour, the demon army besieging Clear Wind City had completely scattered, and the crisis of Clear Wind City was finally resolved.

On the walls of Clear Wind City, Elder Li and the human cultivators surrounded Chen Fan, their eyes filled with admiration and gratitude.

"Young brother, thank you for saving Clear Wind City! May I know your honorable name?" Elder Li asked.

"My name is Chen Fan," Chen Fan replied.

"Chen Fan... Martial Saint Chen Fan!" Elder Li suddenly realized. "I've heard of your deeds. You killed three Nascent Soul Elders while in the Martial Venerable realm. I didn't expect you to have already broken through to the Martial Saint realm!"

The surrounding human cultivators also exclaimed one after another. They hadn't expected that this young martial artist before them was the Martial Saint Chen Fan who had caused such a huge stir in the cultivation world!

"Mr. Chen Fan, you are truly a hero to us humans!"

"With Mr. Chen Fan here, we will definitely be able to defeat the Demon Race!"

"Martial Saint Chen Fan, your name shakes the nine heavens!"

Cheers rose one after another, spreading throughout Clear Wind City. Chen Fan stood on the city wall, looking at the cheering crowd below, his eyes full of determination. He knew that this was only the beginning of the war of ten thousand races, and more challenges awaited him in the future. But he would not flinch. He would use his fists to protect humanity's homeland, and use the power of the Martial Path to break the shackles of "Spiritual Root Destiny," letting humans and demons, and even the entire ten thousand races, know – A Mortal Body can also defy heaven and strike at immortals, and the might of a Martial Saint is enough to shake the nine heavens!