Chapter 1091 - 354: Yangxiang Race Keyboard Warriors (Fourth Update)

"Slay Cang Ji, eliminate the pinnacle!"

"Slay Cang Ji, eliminate the pinnacle!"

"Slay Cang Ji, eliminate the pinnacle!"

...

The entire crowd of martial artists began to shout.

That’s right.

What is the use of negotiating with the alien races? If Cang Ji escapes today, he will return tomorrow to harm mankind.

Compromise is utterly ineffective.

Without the belief of mutual destruction, the jackals of the Wetlands will never fear the Divine Land.

Moreover, the Marshal is insightful, and already has a plan to counteract, so what is there to fear?

Fight!

Today, we must take back the head of the pinnacle.

A mere cannon, the Divine Land is not afraid.

"Yuan Longhan, I advise you not to act recklessly; reconsider and think it over!"

"You are the Marshal of the Divine Land, you carry the lives of hundreds of millions, you better be cautious!"

Cang Ji roared furiously, breaking through the overwhelming shouts.

Yuan Longhan, you are simply a fool.

Cang Ji nearly died of anger.

You’re a mature Marshal, do I, Cang Ji, need to teach you about responsibility and mission?

Why aren’t the Divine Land Martial Artists calm at all right now?

You are reckless, you are unfit to be the Marshal!

"If the Divine Artifact of the Dao doesn’t stop this cannon, then I, Yuan Longhan, will accompany the Divine Land to the grave.

"I will seek Qingchudong to perish together, using this life of mine to account for the innocent souls of the Divine Land."

Yuan Longhan said resolutely.

Qingchudong looked bewildered.

Your suicide for atonement, what’s that to do with me?

Why must you drag me down with you, it’s simply shameless.

"Why... Why can’t you calm down, why can’t we have a discussion, what are your conditions in the Divine Land, state them!"

Cang Ji was still not giving up.

Destroying a city of the Divine Land is merely icing on the cake, it is not necessary.

Now, preserving one’s own life is more important.

"Conditions?

"Alright, use Qingchudong’s head in exchange for yours!"

Yuan Longhan sneered.

"Yuan Longhan, you are simply messing with me!"

Cang Ji was furious.

Perhaps, I didn’t hit the Divine Land hard enough.

There are three shots in the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, maybe firing one could calm down Yuan Longhan first.

The Divine Land Martial Artists have been too arrogant and brash these past few years.

"Zhao Qian’en, continue the strike!"

Yuan Longhan couldn’t be bothered with Cang Ji anymore.

In just a few minutes of chatter, Cang Ji’s Qi Blood had recovered a lot, Yuan Longhan was well aware of the pinnacle’s prowess.

"Yuan Longhan, you will surely regret, you will definitely beg me to negotiate!

"You frog at the bottom of a well, you know nothing of the power of the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon!"

Rumble!

As the Roaring Divine Spear once again tore into Cang Ji’s flesh, he realized there was absolutely no room for negotiation.

Crackle!

Crackle!

Unprecedented lightning made the brilliance of the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon even more dazzling than before, even blinding some Grandmasters’ pupils with piercing pain.

...

Divine Land, Nanwu City!

A group of Dao disciples were establishing the Dao formation in Nanwu.

The Nanwu Playground happened to be right at the core of Nanwu City.

Due to the Southern Battlefield just being cleared of war, the Governor of Nanwu City and the Principal of Nanwu School had returned to Nanwu City.

Coincidentally, they had just returned a few minutes ago, without even having time to change their clothes.

No one expected countless bizarre lines to appear on the entire Nanwu ground.

These lines appeared suddenly, flickering with an eerie glow, giving an inexplicable evil feel.

And the originally clear skies of Nanwu City had suddenly filled with dark clouds, the oppressive black clouds seemed like collapsing mountains, suffocating.

Many citizens of Nanwu City ran out, filming the wonders of the sky with their phones.

But within a few minutes, the Investigation and Arrest Bureau mobilized its entire staff, ordering civilians to return home.

Rumble!

Rumble!

In mere seconds, faint flashes of lightning appeared within the black clouds, flickering like countless thunder snakes rolling.

Principal Nanwu Feng Keyu walked from the office into the void, under the lightning, his face flickered intensely.

Feng Keyu knew Yuan Longhan’s plan.

He just didn’t expect Cang Ji’s target would be Nanwu.

At the same time, Feng Keyu was also afraid.

Fortunately, Yuan Longhan had beforehand realized the secret of the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon; otherwise, Nanwu City would have turned into a purgatory.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the Nanwu City Governor also arrived.

The Governor is Eighth Grade, Feng Keyu is Seventh Grade.

Because Nanwu City is one of the four Imperial Capitals, the Ninth Grade Governor is stationed here, but unfortunately, the Governor is currently in the Wetlands.

"Hopefully, the Marshal’s plan succeeds!"

The Governor exhaled slowly, his heart was already in his throat.

"I’ll arrange for the students to get to a safe place!"

Feng Keyu nodded to the Governor, then flashed away, starting to order the teachers to evacuate the students.

There’s no such thing as one hundred percent safety in the world; precautions still need to be taken.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Clearly daytime, but due to the thickness of the clouds, the sky turned pitch black, and Nanwu City’s sensor streetlights all lit up.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Meanwhile, the Dao disciples began to exercise martial techniques, and through mutual cooperation, the transmission gate was about to open.

Dao Gate, Huanji Peak.

Nine Dao Extreme Powerhouses also received instructions, and they began to project their Qi Blood.

Rumble!

With a layer of blue aura overlaid, the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge began to tremble slightly, simultaneously, in the void above Huanji Peak, unstable fluctuations started to appear.

"Brothers, prepare to activate the transmission array!"

The leader of the Ninth Grade shouted angrily!

...

Baiheng City!

This most prosperous guardian city still maintains a large number of martial artists.

The noble descendants of the eight races leisurely play here, with some even detesting warfare.

It’s not just the wars against Earth that they hate, but also the internal strife among the eight races.

Perhaps, it might be cowardice.

In any case, Baiheng City is a good place.

Here, they can indulgently enjoy ease, luxury bestowed by their elders.

In this gold-seeking den, only alien races can truly feel peace, along with the rare ease and laziness.

Of course, there’s also a group of people who love verbal battles; although they don’t go to the battlefield, they are good at making verbal charges.

...

"Cang Ji, you’re stupid! If you had self-destructed from the start, how would the Wuwen Race have been able to drag you along!"

"Everyone in Jing Niao City is trash, no wonder they lost like this; if I had commanded, they would have already occupied ten cities of the Human Race by now."

"If I were in charge, I’d capture the leader first and send someone to kill Zhao Qian’en!"

"No wonder the Yangxiang Race is getting increasingly desolate, sending such a bunch of idiots to fight, there’s no chance of winning!"

"Exactly, this era’s Yangxiang Race lacks the courage and might in their ancestors’ blood; it’s truly the sorrow of the times."

"Ugly Yangxiang Race!"

...

In a tea house, countless wealthy gentlemen are pointing out the nation’s affairs.

Each one beats their chest and stomps their feet, occasionally bursting with anger, sometimes rolling up sleeves, eager to teleport over and punch the Human Race army out of existence.

The battlefield of Jing Niao City was synchronized live here, so the war mongers in the tea house are already going crazy.

They can’t stand Cang Ji losing so foolishly, nor can they endure defeat!

Yuan Xingzi holds a teapot, a twisted smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.

His life is already counting down, not by days, but by minutes.

"I didn’t expect the last scene before my death would be a group of keyboard warriors from the Yangxiang Race debating.

"Indeed, different worlds have the same group of armchair knights."

Yuan Xingzi sighs.

"Cang Ji, you’re a coward afraid of death, talking about negotiations with the Wuwen Race; if it were me, I’d have lit the cannon immediately."

"Exactly, if only I could go to the battlefield, I’d personally kill a Ninth Grade to make the Wuwen Race afraid."

"Alas, the battlefield of Jing Niao City just lacks our excellent warriors, leading to such a fiasco; I hate why I didn’t go to the battlefield."

A Third-Grade Martial Artist punches the tabletop.

Though already over 40, possibly remaining a Third-Grade for life, it doesn’t stop his face from being twisted with rage.

"Stop arguing, everyone! The Wuwen Race is arrogant, forcing Cang Ji to ignite the giant cannon. Soon one of the Divine Land’s cities will be vaporized!"

A Fifth-Grade Martial Artist sneered.

"Do you truly hate the Human Race that much?"

At this point, Yuan Xingzi walks over and calmly asks.

"Hmph, our Yangxiang Race and Wuwen Race are irreconcilable, they are just a bunch of insects, why should... No, you, old man, what qualifies you to talk to me... Get out!"

The member of the Yangxiang Race who was shouting the loudest responds, and seeing it’s Yuan Xingzi, he impatiently waves him away.

It’s simply unlucky.

"Hey, why has it gotten dark?"

"Hey, what are these things on the ground? Why are they glowing!"

Suddenly, the martial artists in the tea house start clamoring.

"If you want to kill Divine Land Martial Artists, you must be ready to be slaughtered back by them!"

Yuan Xingzi returns to his Human Race martial artist form.

He calmly sits in the center of the tea house, calmly observing everything in Baiheng City.

"Hey, this old guy is from the Wuwen Race!"

"Damn, how did the Wuwen Race infiltrate Baiheng City!"

"I’ll kill this animal!"

Some martial artists see Yuan Xingzi and shout, ready to kill.

Unfortunately, Yuan Xingzi’s body has become transparent, and they can’t even touch him.

Baiheng City has Absolute Extremes overseeing, even two Absolutes.

When the dark clouds pressed down, the two Absolutes sensed something different.

Clouds darker than ink have come uncharacteristically.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The ground of Baiheng City even shakes slightly.

And the alien races in Baiheng City are not panicking; instead, they’re excitedly recording everything with their source image stones.

They even think this might be a performance of Baiheng City.

In any case, with powerful Absolutes guarding, Baiheng City is the safest place in the world.

"Oh no, this is the smell of the Thunder Race!"

An Absolute flies into the clouds, using Qi Blood to cautiously sense them.

What on Earth is happening?

A sense of foreboding appears in the Absolute’s mind.

"Hey, why is there a Ninth Grade Wuwen Race aura in Baiheng City!"

Bad news keeps coming.

Before even understanding the clouds, the Absolute senses a strong Ninth Grade aura, and this aura comes from Earth’s Wuwen Race.

Another Absolute is already ahead in capturing Yuan Xingzi.

"Tell me, what are you doing infiltrating Baiheng City?"

Surprisingly smooth.

The Absolute easily finds Yuan Xingzi.

Looking at Yuan Xingzi’s skin-deep smile, the Absolute feels particularly uncomfortable.

"Within Baiheng City, there are now 133,324,000 alien races.

"Above Seventh Grade alien races are over 300; you’re lucky to witness this massacre fest alive!"

Yuan Xingzi sits in the center of the tea house.

The ground has countless lines spreading like a spider web, with Yuan Xingzi being the old spider in the middle.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

As the lines get denser, numerous cracks appear on the ground.

Sizzle, sizzle.

The ordinary cracks, within them flickers with lightning plasma, as if countless bizarre beasts are about to climb up.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Suddenly, an unprecedented thunder sound collapses many buildings in Baiheng City.

It’s merely a sound wave.

"What do you mean by this!"

The two Absolutes come simultaneously, questioning Yuan Xingzi.

"Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, have you heard of it?"

Yuan Xingzi looks at the two Absolutes with a mischievous face.

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