Chapter 364: Crisis! Zhao Tianxing Becomes a Marquis!

The pouring blood rain instantly fell upon the entire battlefield of the myriad races.

Numerous strong ones felt something in their hearts and abruptly looked up to the nine heavens.

Zhao Tianxing blasted a myriad races Marquis-level Expert with a single punch, instantly looking up to the nine heavens.

He happened to see the Ghost Emperor crush Xuan Lao's heart at that very moment.

In an instant, Zhao Tianxing's eyes filled with blood, turning crimson.

"Uncle Master!!"

Zhao Tianxing roared angrily, and his tears floated out together with his voice.

In a certain sense, Xuan Lao was not merely Zhao Tianxing's uncle-master.

Zhao Tianxing's teacher, who was also the previous headmaster, was slain by myriad races experts two or three years after taking Zhao Tianxing as his disciple.

Zhao Tianxing spent most of his time cultivating behind Xuan Lao.

One could say that Xuan Lao was more like Zhao Tianxing's teacher, instructing him in everything.

But now, Zhao Tianxing saw the Ghost Emperor crush Xuan Lao's heart.

The blood rain poured down across the sky.

As if wailing in mourning.

Zhao Tianxing was overwhelmed with grief and indignation; myriad races Marquis-level experts swarmed forward, seeking to kill him.

"Get lost!"

Zhao Tianxing roared, his silver hair flying up instantly as his cultivation erupted.

Marquis peak.

He threw a punch, directly blasting half of a Marquis-level Expert's body to pieces.

At this moment, Zhao Tianxing seemed to have lost his mind, engaging in frenzied slaughter.

Li Zhangsheng also noticed the blood rain, and at the moment he saw Xuan Lao's body falling from the nine heavens.

His heart also gave a sudden jolt.

"Xuan... Xuan Lao?"

Li Zhangsheng, like Zhao Tianxing, was a teacher of the previous headmaster, although Li Zhangsheng was the senior brother.

However, his time interacting with the previous headmaster was not long either; for the most part, Xuan Lao was the one guiding them.

At this moment, gazing at Xuan Lao's demise, his heart felt as if a piece were missing.

The Holy Spear King and the Qianlong King watched this scene, their pupils contracting instantly.

"Xuan Ming!"

The Qianlong King shouted in grief and indignation.

The Holy Spear King furrowed his brows even tighter.

"Damn the Ghost Clan!"

The Holy Spear King roared, thrusting his spear forward, aiming to slay the Ghost King before him.

The soldiers of Qianlong City watched this scene, drenched in blood rain, their mouths trembling incessantly.

"It's over, it's over, the Xuan King has fallen—what do we do?"

"Yeah, even the Xuan King has fallen—could Qianlong City really be doomed to destruction?"

"Damn the myriad races! They deserve to die!"

Countless soldiers spoke out in grief and indignation, tears mixed with blood.

Xuan Lao's fall was a huge blow to the entirety of Qianlong City.

You see, Xuan Lao was the only one capable of standing toe-to-toe with the Ghost Emperor, and now he has fallen.

Basically, nobody is a match for the Ghost Emperor!

Moreover, the Ghost Emperor is a peak four-step expert; even the Qianlong King is merely a peak three-step.

Furthermore, needless to say, this time the Ghost Clan has mobilized its entire nest.

Four Ghost Clan Marquises—this posture clearly signals the intent to utterly destroy Qianlong City.

Su Yu stood blankly in place, watching the blood rain drop by drop fall from the heavens.

He actually didn't know what to do for a moment.

On the opposite side, a Great Sun Grand Master of the Demon Clan seized the opportunity, striking Su Yu's shoulder with an axe.

It cleanly split Su Yu's worn defensive armor.

Only then did Su Yu react.

Killing intent filled his eyes.

"The myriad races... all deserve to die!"

Su Yu roared, his crimson battle blade slashing wildly.

"Heavenly Thunder!"

"Slay Demons!"

Terrifying power instantly erupted on Su Yu's battle blade, carrying a mighty surge, seeking to slay the Demon Clan expert before him.

Not only Su Yu.

Every student of the Qianlong Academy, upon seeing Xuan Lao's fall, revealed a mournful expression.

They transformed their grief and indignation into anger toward the myriad races, engaging in frenzied slaughter.

At this moment, the Ghost Emperor stood upon the nine heavens and gave a loud cry.

"The Xuan King has fallen; Qianlong City... shall perish!"

His chilling voice, however, stirred the morale of the entire myriad races army.

Previously, under countless energy missiles, the morale of the three-million-strong army had already dropped to the extreme.

And now, with Gui Huang's victory, Xuan Wang has fallen.

Their morale was forcibly lifted back up.

They laughed savagely.

"These puny humans are nothing but food; today I will eat my fill!"

"Hahaha, Xuan Wang has fallen, humanity has no more experts; today we will destroy Qianlong City!"

Countless experts of the Myriad Races laughed loudly, erupting with a powerful surge, and actually tore open a breach in the defenses of Qianlong City.

On the city walls, the veteran soldiers were furious.

"Damn it, damn bastards!"

"Bombard with the energy cannons, old man, to avenge the Xuan King!"

He roared, commanding fifty energy cannons in a frenzied assault.

One after another, the energy missiles rained down like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, falling into the Myriad Races army.

Boom, wiping out swaths of experts.

A single volley caused the fall of tens of thousands of Myriad Races experts.

However, although tens of thousands of Myriad Races experts seemed many, to the entire three-million army it was merely a drop in the bucket.

At this moment, their morale surged, and they braved the might of the energy shells, advancing toward Qianlong City.

Gui Huang also did not delay, appearing instantly before Qianlong Wang.

With a single palm strike, ghostly aura soared to the heavens; the black palm print instantly blasted a huge blood crater in Qianlong Wang's true body.

"Hehehe, the pride of the Snake Race back then has become a dog of humanity—truly laughable!"

Gui Huang laughed strangely, intending to continue the slaughter to the last.

Qianlong Wang returned to human form, his complexion deathly pale, and anger surfaced.

But there was no way; Gui Huang's cultivation at the peak of the Four Steps, even though he had been wounded in his struggle with Xuan Wang, was still enough to suppress him.

After all, reaching the Four Steps Prince level is already another tier of Princehood.

Gui Huang gave a cold smile.

"Domain... Myriad Ghosts Night March!"

As Gui Huang's voice rang out, the heavens instantly dimmed, and mysterious undulations appeared between heaven and earth.

In an instant, it enveloped Qianlong Wang.

On the battlefield, Zhao Tianxing watched this scene, his eyes nearly bursting with rage.

"Ghost Race... truly deserve to die!"

Zhao Tianxing gritted his teeth and snarled.

Then he suddenly shattered the Marquis before him, his form flashing as he shot straight up to the Nine Heavens.

Not far away, Li Zhangsheng saw this and let out an angry roar.

"Zhao Tianxing, what are you trying to do? Not allowed!"

Li Zhangsheng seemed to have already anticipated what Zhao Tianxing wanted to do, and immediately tried to stop him.

Zhao Tianxing heard his senior brother's voice and gave a bitter smile.

"Back then, the Demon Race beheaded my master, the Ghost Race bullied me, and today Gui Huang has slain my uncle-master!"

"If I, Zhao Tianxing, were still wishy-washy, what would I be as the chancellor of Qianlong Academy?"

He suddenly looked ahead at that black domain and said coldly.

"Today... I, Zhao Tianxing... will enter the Prince rank!"