Chapter 371: Fearsome Slay Dragon King, Cutting Seven King‑Conferred!

Outside Qianlong City, the wrap‑up of the battle quickly began.

Everyone is a Martial Artist, so the wrap‑up finished quickly.

Although this time Qianlong City suffered heavy damage.

But the spoils were unusually abundant.

The three‑million‑strong army—just counting one Energy Stone on a Ten‑Thousand Races Strong One—already amounts to three million stones.

Not to mention, some Ten‑Thousand Races Strong Ones have more than one Energy Stone.

Some Great Sun Grand Masters, even Marquis-level Experts, have tens of thousands of Energy Stones on them.

And several King‑Conferred Strong Ones of the Ghost Race have extremely rich Energy Stones.

Even the number of Star Stones is considerable.

A few Marquis-level Experts of Qianlong City did a quick tally and couldn't help but feel a chill down their scalp.

Now, the wrap‑up hasn't fully finished yet, but the captured Energy Stones have already reached over ten million.

Low‑quality Star Stones number in the tens of thousands.

Medium‑quality Star Stones number in the hundreds.

Even more terrifying, High‑quality Star Stones number in the dozens.

As for Supreme Star Crystals, eight were found on a few King‑Conferred Strong Ones!

What does that mean?

Eight Supreme Star Crystals already approach one‑tenth of the Martial Artists Association's stock.

Such a haul makes several Marquis-level Experts' scalp tingle.

Although the damage is extremely severe, with these resources Qianlong City can recover its vitality in a short time, even become stronger.

After all, Qianlong City has about a hundred‑thousand people; this victory over the Ten‑Thousand Races army was entirely thanks to Xuan Lao and Zhao Tianxing.

At the final moment of his life, Xuan Lao unleashed a fleeting brilliance and brutally slashed three King‑Conferred Strong Ones.

Zhao Tianxing stepped into a Five‑step King‑Conferred, slaughtered all the King‑Conferred Strong Ones, and with a single punch cut down hundreds of thousands of the Ten‑Thousand Races army.

The two completely secured the victory of this battle.

Of course, the Energy Stones Su Yu supplied also had an indelible effect in this battle.

After all, without the help of the Energy Cannon, Qianlong City's hundred‑thousand people could not match the Ten‑Thousand Races army.

Even the most advanced combat power, no matter how terrifying, if they win, the losses are still heavy.

In this battle, Qianlong City lost as many as twenty‑to‑thirty thousand people, and even Qianlong Academy lost over a thousand.

Among them were many teachers from Qianlong Academy.

And these gains somewhat compensate for those losses.

Soon, the wrap‑up finished, and everyone, exhausted, returned inside the city.

On the city walls, numerous soldiers still patrol outside, guarding against another Ten‑Thousand Races assault.

Of course, that is basically impossible.

After all, the fall of seven King‑Conferred Strong Ones and the annihilation of over two million troops in Qianlong City mean that even the Ten‑Thousand Races, no matter how powerful, cannot mount such an attack again.

Not to mention, this time the Ten‑Thousand Races targeted all twelve main cities.

Invading other main cities also consumes a lot of troops.

Su Yu and the others, weary, returned to Qianlong Academy; just as Su Yu was about to rest, Li Zhangsheng's voice came to his ears.

"Come to the principal's office for a moment."

Su Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, a bit surprised, but still set off, walking out of the mountain.

Just after stepping out, he ran into Xiang Shaoyun and Chu Hong.

"You two are also heading to the principal's office?"

The two nodded; Xiang Shaoyun clasped his hands behind his head and said nonchalantly.

"Who the hell knows what the old man is thinking again, it's annoying."

Chu Hong said lightly.

"I don't know what the principal wants from us, but I sense it's not simple."

The three spoke, then immediately walked together toward the principal's office.

Meanwhile.

Mie Long Cheng.

The Slay Dragon King, clad in golden armor, slew a Four‑step King‑Conferred with a single sword, and a torrent of blood rained down.

Above Mie Long Cheng, countless crimson clouds gathered.

Like a waterfall, the blood rain poured down wildly.

Even on the battlefield, the crimson raindrops turned into streams, flowing across the sand field.

The Slay Dragon King gazed calmly ahead.

Ahead, there were a full seven King‑Conferred Strong Ones.

Earlier, the Slay Dragon King and the Sky Sword King and others had already slain five King‑Conferred, and now there are seven more!

At the start, the Ten‑Thousand Races deployed only seven, but with the Slay Dragon King's arrival, they fielded five more King‑Conferred.

Even though Mie Long Cheng is the Human Race's foremost main city, it almost couldn't handle it.

In the end, the Slay Dragon King alone fought off five King‑Conferred and then slew them, resolving the crisis.

The Slay Dragon King's eyes were utterly indifferent as he spoke calmly.

"Twelve King‑Conferred Strong Ones, the Three Races really do hold me in esteem!"

The Sky Sword King was already covered in blood, and through his golden helmet one could faintly see his weary eyes.

Even if he had broken through to the four-step King-Conferred, in this battle the Heaven Sword King forcibly held off three King-Conferred Strong Ones.

He was also somewhat fatigued.

The Yin Ghost King and the Mad King were likewise.

The remaining seven King-Conferred of the Myriad Races shrank their necks, some fearful as they gazed at the Slay Dragon King.

One of the Immortal Race's King-Conferred, feeling somewhat wary, said.

"As expected of the Slay Dragon King, even a five-step King-Conferred, three four-step King-Conferred, and one three-step King-Conferred joining forces are no match for you."

"This time, I concede defeat for the Myriad Races—retreat!"

As the King-Conferred who besieged the Slay Dragon King were slain one by one, the Myriad Races finally panicked and hastily withdrew their troops.

"Run? Do you think it's a bit late to try to leave now!"

The Slay Dragon King snorted coldly; the long sword in his hand shot forth instantly, transforming in mid-flight into a golden dragon that coiled and surged forward.

Roar! Roar! Roar!!!

The golden dragon roared, exhaling mouthfuls of dragon breath in an instant.

A Snake Race King-Conferred whose cultivation was slightly weaker failed to react in time, instantly engulfed by the dragon breath, his body melting away in an instant.

Boom—!!

Above the Heavenly Dome, blood-colored clouds gathered once more, and a torrential blood rain poured down.

The sixth King-Conferred has fallen!

The other Myriad Races King-Conferred's faces changed drastically as they let out a roar.

"Slay Dragon King, we have already retreated, why do you still not spare us? Beware the Emperor of the Three Races, who will slay you!"

The Slay Dragon King snorted coldly.

"Even if the God Emperor were to come, I'd dare to slaughter you all here!"

"Those who dare threaten the Slay Dragon King haven't even been born yet!"

The Slay Dragon King stepped forward, and a golden fist shot out horizontally in an instant.

Terrifying power condensed into a brilliant golden fist imprint that exploded forth.

Once again, he blasted a King-Conferred's body to pieces, annihilating even the soul in an instant.

The seventh King-Conferred has fallen!

Seeing this, the other King-Conferred cursed under their breath, swiftly tore through the void, and fled.

The Slay Dragon King did not pursue further, but instead led the Slay Dragon Army to leave the Myriad Races' entire army here.

He gathered countless resources.

After doing all this, the Slay Dragon King's gaze slowly turned to the center of the battlefield.

"What exactly do the Three Races intend to do?"

The Slay Dragon King murmured, his eyes filled with bewilderment.