Chapter 101: Support Arrives, the Great Battle Begins!

The President of the Jiangnan Province Martial Artists Association has arrived!

Above the clouds, an aged figure stood silently on the firmament.

That seemingly stooped figure, wherever it stood, exuded an extremely terrifying aura that spread outward.

It enveloped the entire heavens and earth.

Like a bright moon, it shimmered with a faint radiance.

Ka Tu's pupils suddenly jolted as he looked toward the firmament.

"I didn't expect this god‑damned place to actually have a Seventh‑Lotus strongman!"

Ka Tu grinned, and although he said that, no trace of fear could be seen in his eyes.

What there was was merely a ferocious fighting spirit!

The demonic race's realms differ from those of the Human Race; a demon's power is decided by the number of devil‑lotus blossoms on its brow.

The more devil‑lotus a demonic strongman has, the stronger he is.

A one‑lotus demonic strongman is equivalent to a Martial Artist of the Qi Blood Realm.

As a six‑lotus, Ka Tu clearly matches the level of a Star Ancestor Master.

As for Wang Long, a Bright Moon Grand Master, he naturally possesses the strength of a Seventh‑Lotus demon.

In the distance.

On Hengcheng's city walls, Dong Buwei and Liu Kuang instantly became excited the moment they saw Wang Long's figure.

"It's the President!"

"The President has arrived!"

"Hengcheng is saved!"

Liu Kuang said excitedly.

Dong Buwei, standing nearby, didn't show the same excitement as Liu Kuang, but he clearly let out a sigh of relief.

A hint of excitement flickered in his eyes.

"Everyone, the Grand Master strongmen's support has arrived; Hengcheng is saved!"

Dong Buwei roared, his voice infused with Spiritual Qi, instantly echoing throughout Hengcheng.

Originally, Hengcheng had been moribund due to the emergence of the Myriad Races Passage, but Dong Buwei's shout instantly stirred it into excitement.

Many people even raised their hands and began cheering.

For Hengcheng's Martial Artists, Dong Buwei and Liu Kuang, both in the Organ Tempering Realm, are already top‑tier.

Grand Master strongmen are legendary figures, and now these legends have arrived—what is there to fear?

However, unlike Hengcheng's excitement, Wang Long's face in the firmament could not muster a smile.

He stared intently at Ka Tu, and unease began to grow in his heart.

As President of the Jiangnan Province Martial Artists Association, Wang Long naturally knows the traits of the Myriad Races Passage.

Generally, the Myriad Races Passage becomes more stable as time passes.

Thus, strongmen emerging through the passage are usually not very powerful.

In this instance of the Myriad Races Passage at Hengcheng, a six‑lotus demonic strongman appeared right at the start, which is certainly no good news for this crisis.

Later, even stronger Myriad Races strongmen will certainly come through the passage!

Just thinking of this made even Wang Long's complexion darken.

Under Wang Long's gaze, the pitch‑black Myriad Races Passage writhed, with more and more Myriad Races strongmen slowly emerging into Human Race territory.

Among them were not only demons, but also deities, immortals, and even... other races!

Among the Myriad Races, the strongest are the three races of gods, demons, and immortals.

Their realms are easily categorized; the divine race is divided by the stars on their brows, similar to the demons.

The immortal race is similar—a first‑rank immortal equals a Martial Artist of the Qi Blood Realm, and so on.

As time passes, more Myriad Races strongmen appear beyond Hengcheng via the passage.

Their number instantly exceeded a thousand.

Ka Tu stood before the Myriad Races; up to now, he is the strongest among their strongmen, and the many behind him naturally look to Ka Tu as their leader.

Ka Tu sneered as he stared at Wang Long in the firmament.

"Humans, even at the Seventh‑Lotus level, you still can't stop us!"

"I'll see, after feasting on those carnivores, what power do you have to block me!"

Ka Tu's brazen voice rang across Hengcheng, and to Wang Long in the firmament it was utterly contemptuous.

Wang Long's brows twitched slightly; truth be told, although his realm surpasses Ka Tu's by one level, facing thousands of Myriad Races strongmen, even Grand Master‑level Myriad Races Sect strongmen,

honestly, his own strength alone is negligible.

Just as Wang Long felt apprehensive, a roar erupted from afar and instantly reached him.

"The Jiangnan Province Martial Artists Association is here; Myriad Races, dare you act rashly!"

The voice thundered like a roar, cracking across heaven and earth.

A towering elder appeared, followed by countless strongmen, dense as a swarm, sprinting from afar.

Wang Long looked at the elder, and a smile appeared on his face.

The newcomer was none other than the Martial Artists Association Vice President, Yang Xiao's grandfather, Yang Baitian!

A peak‑level Flying Heaven Realm strongman, a half‑step Grand Master!

Seeing the Martial Artists Association's support, the gloom on Wang Long's face lessened a bit.

Although still weaker than the Myriad Races' forces, at least with this support, matters below Grand Master level no longer require his own handling.

All he needs to do is block the portion of foes above Grand Master level!

Wang Long took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming resolute.

"Kill!"

Wang Long let out an explosive shout; a long spear appeared in his hand instantly, flashing with a faint silver light, and in an instant wind and clouds surged, forming a storm that rushed toward Ka Tu.

The Bright Moon Grand Master's cultivation erupted instantly.

Boom—!!!

The heavens and earth trembled continuously, like the roar of a deity.

Ka Tu was also wildly excited; his massive body surged forward instantly, entangling with Wang Long.

Seeing this, the Grand Masters of the Myriad Races Sect also rushed forward to attack Wang Long.

Although Ka Tu and the three Grand Masters of the Myriad Races Sect possessed the cultivation of Star Ancestor Masters, even four Star Ancestor Masters were more than Wang Long, a Bright Moon Grand Master, could handle.

In the distance, Yang Batian let out a roar.

"You scum of the myriad races, take a hammer from Grandpa Yang!"

Yang Batian brandished his twin hammers and charged at the myriad race troops; behind him, a crowd of human martial artists followed, howling.

At that moment, a blade of sword qi shot up into the sky and instantly fell among the myriad race troops.

Only to see, a light laugh floated between heaven and earth.

"Against the myriad races, how could our Heavenly Pride Battalion fall behind!"

Only to see, Jiang Shang stood upon the firmament, behind him Bai Zhan and a host of instructors and Heavenly Pride students.

Behind Jiang Shang, Su Yu gazed at the still-unconquered Hengcheng, let out a slight sigh, then turned his eyes to the not‑far‑off myriad race troops.

In his eyes, a killing intent gradually emerged.

The Soul‑Slaying Blade slowly appeared, and surging spiritual qi instantly stirred.

"Kill!"