Although these martial arts masters are selfish, greedy, and cruel, they will generally have no other choice when it comes to the greater good of the nation.
Selfishness is the nature of living beings, cruelty is a means of survival, and sacrifice is the sublimation of personality.
Bearing in the spirit of our martyrs, wherever the truth lies, we will go, even if it means facing millions!
"Amitabha Buddha, Master Zhang, please grant this humble monk a stick!"
A voice came from the side; it was Kongwen from the Shaolin Sect.
"Master Zhang, please give me the next one!"
Voices rang out from all around, but no one flinched or showed any fear.
Good and evil, right and wrong, male and female, old and young...
Everyone's gaze was unwavering!
No one is immune to the fear of death; it's a biological instinct that cannot be erased.
But what makes humans great is that their will can overcome instinct and everything else.
If the sky is broken, refine stones to mend it yourself.
When the flood came, they dug canals to dredge the river.
When a disease is prevalent, people try out medications and treat themselves.
If someone drowns in the East Sea, fill the East Sea; if someone is exposed to the scorching sun, shoot down the sun.
I never ask for God's mercy, nor do I ever fantasize about miracles.
The world cleaved open by the axe is filled with brave, fearless, and indomitable people.
"Gentlemen, once you leave, there will be no turning back..."
Xu Long glanced around, his eyes slightly moist.
"Then we'll never come back!"
"Alright! Then I'll never come back!"
Xu Long was deeply moved. No matter what conflicts they had had before, no matter how much they had looked down on each other, at this moment they were all the same people, all heroes who were willing to sacrifice and dared to be pioneers.
Everyone was prepared to die, and they fought with extreme ferocity.
Xu Long has a storage space of one million Cosmic Cube, enough to easily support these people for several years.
Despite Xu Long's medical assistance, a large number of casualties still occurred as they fought their way through the battle.
Those at the Early Innate Realm were the first to suffer, their souls were corrupted, leading to physical deformities.
Although they died because of the injection, they retained their human form, which was their final dignity.
Early Innate...
Mid Innate...
Late Innate...
All those below the Golden Core Stage were wiped out!
Next comes the Early Golden Core Stage.
When Xu Long arrived at the central area of Dadu, he finally met the god of the K-type, but of the martial arts masters who had come to fight him, there were less than thirty left.
These are all sect leaders from various schools and sects; the weakest among them is at the Middle Golden Core Stage.
Xu Long, the Underworld Emperor, Maitreya, and Black Bear, belonging to the Four Great Temples; Du Kong, Kong Wen, and Kong Xiang of the Shaolin School; Shi Huolong of the Beggars' Sect; Sangedan of the Western Regions; Zhang Sanfeng and Dong Tianbao of the Wudang School; Ban Shuxian of the Kunlun School; Abbess Miejue of the Emei School; Xian Yutong of the Huashan School; the Three Elders of the Kongtong School; Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of the Ming Cult; Fan Yao, the Right Guardian of the Ming Cult; Xie Xun, the Golden-haired Lion King; and Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King.
Apart from that, the entire army was wiped out!
Although the losses were severe, the results were also extremely encouraging.
The surrounding minions were all cleared out, and the limbs and flesh hidden within them were also pulverized. The power of this powerful deity was weakened by at least 30%.
"Is this what gods are?"
Looking at the enormous monster ahead, a sense of fear rose in everyone's hearts.
It was over 500 meters tall, even larger than Xu Long had imagined.
Its two strong legs resemble those of a human, and a thick, long tentacle extends from between them. The area around its waist is also covered with tentacles, but these are much thinner than the one between its legs.
Further up, there is a chest and abdomen composed of countless finer tentacles, intertwined and knotted together.
Eight tentacles were on each of its left and right shoulders, flailing wildly.
Above the neck, there was half a head and half a giant woman.
It looked like a knife had sliced off his head from the nose up, then a woman was shoved inside, his lower body disappearing into half of his head, leaving only his upper body exposed.
Compared to her enormous body, which is 500 meters tall, the woman looks petite and delicate, but that's just an appearance; she must be at least 30 meters tall.
"What kind of monster is this? Are we really going to fight something like this?"
The Beggars' Sect' Sect leader, Shi Huolong, was filled with terror. His previous fearlessness did not mean he could face this situation calmly now.
An indescribable fear transformed into madness and distortion.
Shi Huolong roared as a tentacle burst open his head, turning this Middle Golden Core Stage expert into a monster.
However, just like those people before them, they would revert to human form as soon as they underwent the mutation, and after repeating this process more than ten times, their bodies would decay into dust.
Everyone felt heavy-hearted; no one knew if they would become the second.
"Wait, what is that thing fighting?"
Maitreya suddenly cried out in surprise, realizing that something was wrong.
The Kreece gods went berserk, their countless tentacles flailing wildly through the air as if they were fighting an unseen enemy.
"That's... Song Qingshu?"
Xu Long looked ahead and noticed something amiss.
However, when he clearly saw what was fighting the gods, he was completely stunned.
It turned out to be Song Qingshu, the only son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang!
Why Song Qingshu? What exactly happened?
Xu Long was a little confused. How could that good-for-nothing Song Qingshu actually fight a god of the K-type on equal terms?
Furthermore, why would the gods attack him? Were they just bored?
"Gibberish..."
The strange, incomprehensible sound rang out again. Xu Long felt a surge of irritation, while the martial arts masters around him, whose cultivation was relatively weak, instantly distorted and changed.
"It's calling for reinforcements!"
The Red Queen's voice rang in his ears, startling Xu Long.
"What? It has helpers?"
Xu Long did not doubt the Red Queen's judgment, because for the past half month or so, this deity of the Kelvin type had not stopped muttering, and the Red Queen was analyzing the tone and wavelength of these sounds in conjunction with the movements of the surrounding twisted monsters.
The Red Queen is merely an intelligent program; she has no soul and therefore cannot hear the voices of the Kel'Thuzad gods, which originate from their souls.
But she is Xu Long's servant, Xu Long can spend permission points to share this audio.
As it turned out, the Red Queen's judgment was correct.
When the murmurs ended, the monsters that had been lingering around began to gather, and in less than three breaths, they twisted and tangled into four new monsters, each over twenty meters tall.
"Gibberish..."
Still using that incomprehensible language of the soul, the four monsters charged towards Xu Long and his group simultaneously.
The god of the Krishnamurti seemed to not want others to interfere with his battle with Song Qingshu, which is why he brought out four helpers.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Without the slightest hesitation, even with overwhelming fear, they chose to fight to the death.
Because at this moment, no one has the right to back down!