Chapter 107: Wu Ming Severed His Arm, Furious Su Yu!

Accompanied by the three sovereigns of the Bright Moon Realm, the Wanzu strong ones appeared.

The winds and clouds over the entire battlefield changed in an instant.

In a flash, countless Wanzu strong ones, as if marked, rushed wildly toward Hengcheng.

Tens of thousands of Wanzu strong ones at that moment seemed to become a Torrent, striking the precariously hanging Hengcheng.

Near the Wanzu Tongdao.

The three sovereigns of the Bright Moon Realm exchanged a smile.

"Since that's the case, let's play with the Human Race, it's been a long time since we fought, and I wonder if my body has become stiff."

A Divine Race strong one gave a faint smile and charged forward first.

Like a golden meteor, it unleashed a ferocious impact.

Wang Long and his two companions waited sternly.

A faint silver light, like the Bright Moon, illuminated the heavens.

"Daxia Martial Artist... fight to the death, no retreat!"

Wang Long shouted.

At once, reinforcements from Hengcheng, Jiangnan Sheng, the Western Province and the Eastern Province erupted with terrifying power, charging toward the continuously advancing Wanzu army.

Jiang Shang led the charge, his late-stage Flying Heaven Realm cultivation laid bare at that moment.

"You rabbit brats, kill for me; the more you kill, the more points!"

Jiang Shang roared.

Behind him, the Heavenly Pride members of the Heavenly Pride Battalion heard Jiang Shang's words and their eyes instantly reddened.

Who doesn't know that points are the most precious thing in the Heavenly Pride Battalion.

Within the Heavenly Pride Battalion, points can even buy anything.

At this moment, the Wanzu strong ones before them have become naked points in the eyes of the Heavenly Pride members.

Du Nian Guan kept howling and rushed out.

Inside Hengcheng, Su Yu listened to Wang Long's roar, and Spiritual Qi within him boiled continuously.

Beside him, Wu Ming sighed.

"I'm really getting old; the future world will belong to you young ones, but before I die, these old bones can still be of use."

Wu Ming patted Su Yu's shoulder and showed a smile.

"Old principal..."

Su Yu watched Wu Ming as he walked step by step toward the outside of the city wall.

For some reason, seeing Wu Ming's hunched silhouette, Su Yu couldn't help but feel his own nose tip tingle slightly.

"Damn Wanzu!"

Su Yu clenched his teeth.

Wu Ming slowly reached the city gate, and countless Human Race Martial Artists beside him passed through, surged out of Hengcheng, and fought the sky‑filled Wanzu strong ones together.

For a moment, the cries of killing rang through heaven and earth.

Wu Ming looked at the scene before him, and his expression became momentarily dazed.

His thoughts seemed to return to his younger days.

Back then, he was a lowly soldier on the Wanzu battlefield, and Daxia at that time was far more fragile than now.

Among the soldiers, there were many who had not even entered the Martial Artist Realm.

But Wu Ming at that time was luckier, having already entered the Martial Artist Realm.

That period was simply Wu Ming's most unforgettable days.

He fought in bloodshed, battling the Wanzu.

Finally, in his thirties, he reached the pinnacle of the Blood Refining Realm, but because of over a decade of fighting, his body developed a flaw that would forever prevent him from entering the Organ Tempering Realm.

Disheartened, he returned to his hometown, back to Hengcheng.

He became a principal, nurturing countless students.

Seeing each tender face gradually become a towering tree under his gaze, he felt an inexplicable pride.

As Daxia's strength grew, his pride deepened.

He thought his life might end like this.

But who could know....

The Wanzu Tongdao appeared near Hengcheng.

Wu Ming took a deep breath, gazing at the nearby black tunnel, like a black hole endlessly devouring the Human Race's territory.

A faint light gradually glimmered in Wu Ming's aged pupils.

A resolute light.

"Let these old bones give one final strength to the Human Race!"

Wu Ming murmured.

An old, battered long sword appeared in Wu Ming's hand, its blade covered with scars, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Wu Ming gently stroked the long sword, as if caressing a—

Wu Ming laughed loudly, walking step by step, the long sword in his hand trembling slightly, as if echoing his resolve.

Suddenly, a surge of Spiritual Qi erupted violently from Wu Ming.

Wu Ming's entire face became extremely ferocious, as if bearing immense pain.

Behind, Su Yu watched Wu Ming's actions, his pupils flashing sharply.

"Burning life!"

Su Yu blurted out, his eyes about to crack.

Wu Ming originally could never enter the Organ Tempering Realm in his lifetime, only able to remain at the peak of the Blood Refining Realm.

However, how could mere peak Blood Refining Realm strength possibly have any effect on such a battlefield?

Wu Ming chose another method.

Burning his life, he temporarily brought his cultivation up to the Organ Tempering Realm.

At this moment, he was an Organ Tempering Realm Martial Artist!

"Kill!"

Wu Ming let out an angry roar.

The long sword in his hand, surrounded by Spiritual Qi, flickered with a chilling gaze.

Numerous Myriad Race powerhouses rushed to kill Wu Ming, but under his sword light they were directly turned into minced flesh.

"Damned Human Race Martial Artist!"

Finally, an Organ Tempering Realm Myriad Race powerhouse could bear it no longer and roared.

A blade slashed toward Wu Ming.

Wu Ming's eyes lit up.

"Good that you've come!"

Only see, Wu Ming's face was filled with a frenzied look as he actually withstood that Myriad Race powerhouse's blade, driving his own long sword into the Myriad Race powerhouse's heart.

Thus, Wu Ming's left arm was directly severed by the Myriad Race powerhouse.

For a moment, blood flowed everywhere.

And that Myriad Race powerhouse looked at Wu Ming in disbelief.

He simply could not understand why a Human Race Martial Artist would be so crazy.

However, as his life force faded, he could no longer think.

Behind him, Su Yu saw this, a surge of anger rushed straight to his mind.

"Myriad Race... you all deserve to die!"

Su Yu let out an explosive roar, his late-stage Organ Tempering Realm cultivation erupting instantly, the surging Spiritual Qi at this moment seeming to turn into a storm.

Within his body, seven Spiritual Qi seeds spun wildly, releasing an endless Spiritual Qi storm.

The next moment, Su Yu turned into an afterimage and instantly charged into the Myriad Race battlefield.

Wherever Su Yu passed, all the Myriad Race powerhouses fell dead.

At the moment he saw Wu Ming's arm being cut off,

Su Yu went completely crazy!