Chapter 894: Chapter 293: When the Youth Are Strong, the Divine Land Is Strong (Part 2)
In an instant, above Zhao Qian’en’s head, an enormous Qi Ring appeared.
In that moment, sun and moon lost their light.
In that moment, heaven and earth dimmed.
Every Martial Artist on the battlefield focused their gaze on that terrifying Qi Ring.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Deafening booms rolled across the sky again and again. Whether Grandmaster or low-tier Martial Artist, everyone found it hard to breathe, as if their heads were being pressed underwater.
The massive Qi Ring was comparable to a mountain range.
Beneath the Qi Ring, human figures looked as small as ants.
From afar, it was clearly like a cyan moon crashing down on a lonely peak.
Crack, crack!
Yang Lezhi’s bones creaked all over. He could barely withstand the pressure from the Qi Ring, dropping straight to one knee, his fist clenching a piece of gravel so hard his knuckles whitened.
Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang were Fifth Grade after all, so they fared slightly better, but both of their faces were the color of dark plum, the pain written all over them.
"He... really is Eighth Grade.
"No, Ninth Grade!"
At this moment, Yang Lezhi’s face was deathly pale; he finally believed.
Zhao Qian’en was indeed that Eighth-Grade Vice Admiral; he hadn’t been lying at all?
So he had been suppressing his realm the whole time.
Thinking back to how unfairly he had treated Zhao Qian’en along the way, Yang Lezhi felt a chill of lingering fear.
"Zhao Qian’en really is that Vice Admiral."
Meng Yang’s breathing was almost at a standstill.
Right!
Why did the name Zhao Qian’en feel so familiar?
Because the strongest Vice Admiral of the Zhao Qi Corps was called Zhao Qian’en.
Bai Xiaolong licked his dry lips. He glanced again at the Qi Ring hanging in the sky, his whole being so shocked he could barely breathe.
A powerhouse.
Only a Qi Ring like this was worthy of being called a powerhouse’s.
Compared to Zhao Qian’en’s Qi Ring, his own Fifth-Grade Qi Ring was nothing but a sesame seed.
Moreover, within Zhao Qian’en’s Qi Ring, there seemed to be an indescribable terrifying pressure.
This was the manifestation of a life-bound battle technique cultivated to the extreme.
Unfortunately, Bai Xiaolong’s realm was too low; he couldn’t see the realm contained within the Qi Ring at all.
Weak.
He was, in the end, still too weak.
He had to cultivate faster, had to break through to Grandmaster as soon as possible.
He had to!
Bai Xiaolong made up his mind.
...
"Why... why... Lin Dongqi, why did you have to do this!
"Tell me... why..."
With the Qi Ring blazing behind him, Zhao Qian’en successfully stepped into Ninth Grade.
In this moment, he was like a Celestial God descending to the mortal world. Even the simplest movement of his limbs could stir up raging winds and surging clouds.
Zhao Qian’en glared fiercely at Lin Dongqi’s face, so furious he was almost losing his mind.
Your heart has been taken by Cang Ji—you’re going to die.
Not even an Immortal could save you.
Zhao Qian’en tried to blast Cang Ji, but Cang Ji and Lin Dongqi were still locked in Qi Blood confrontation. Even though he had now broken through to Ninth Grade, he still couldn’t punch his way through.
There was no way. Whether Cang Ji or Lin Dongqi, neither was someone a newly advanced Ninth Grade like him could contend with.
To ensure the heart’s safety, Cang Ji’s Qi Blood had formed a shield.
And for Zhao Qian’en and the others’ safety, Lin Dongqi had reinforced that shield as well, and he couldn’t allow Zhao Qian’en to ruin his own plan.
This heart had to be handed to Cang Ji intact.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Zhao Qian’en’s fists slammed into the shield again and again, but the shield remained unscathed.
He was like a madman.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The lonely peak beneath Su Yue and the others’ feet began to fracture. Yang Lezhi and Meng Yang hugged the ground tightly, terrified of being blown away by the surging shockwaves.
They knew all too well that below the peak were countless alien tribesmen; if they fell, it would mean certain death.
Su Yue’s heart was pounding wildly too.
Powerless!
Amid the slaughter of Ninth Grades, he was just like an ant.
When Cang Ji’s blow came crashing in earlier, Su Yue had tried to release the Dusk Clock in his arm.
But then he thought about it—what use were a mere three seconds?
If Lin Dongqi hadn’t risked his life to save them, in those three seconds Yang Lezhi and the others would have been blasted to pieces. Even Zhao Qian’en, who hadn’t had time to break through yet, would have been killed on the spot.
And his own survival for three seconds would have been utterly meaningless.
Run?
To think of escaping from beneath the hand of a Ninth-Grade Grandmaster in three seconds—that was pure fantasy.
No matter how many battle techniques Su Yue had mastered, against a Grandmaster they were all of limited use.
And in front of a Ninth Grade like Cang Ji, they were downright pathetic and laughable.
Powerless!
Facing a Ninth Grade, he was like an ant about to be swept into a raging torrent.
Aside from accepting his fate, he could do nothing.
Weak!
In the end, still too weak.
Ninth Grades were like Celestial Gods; in front of such monsters, every move and technique was a joke.
...
"Zhao Qian’en has broken through!"
Bai Zonghui cried out in surprise, his face full of shock.
Though he had long expected Zhao Qian’en to break through, seeing it with his own eyes still filled him with involuntary awe.
Mu Jingliang and Mo Qizheng exchanged a look.
He finally broke through.
The Divine Land now had one more Ninth-Grade general.
What a pity.
Lin Dongqi had fallen in glorious sacrifice.
He had given up his life to fulfill Zhao Qian’en.
"Although Cang Ji took Lin Dongqi’s heart, he also seems to have been restrained by Lin Dongqi.
"Get the plan ready!"
Mu Jingliang used his Qi Blood to signal Bai Hui Sect and Mo Qizheng, then used the Military Department’s secret signals to tap out those words.
Bai Hui Sect nodded to show he understood.
Mo Qizheng took a deep breath as well.
This was no time for sentimentality; death on the battlefield was the most normal thing.
Lin Dongqi had already sacrificed himself; no one could bring him back.
The important thing now was to kill another Ninth-Grade alien to pay tribute to Lin Dongqi’s spirit in heaven.
