Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 348: Chapter 155: Slaughter on All Sides, Total Annihilation

No more words were wasted; the slaughter began immediately.

Their time, theoretically, was ten minutes, but everyone knew they were deep in the Wet Realm, where a Ninth-Grade Divine Envoy could arrive at any second. They had to be fast, at all costs, and kill at all costs.

Mu Jingliang was responsible for the eight Grandmasters present, while Wang Nanguo was fighting amidst a group of military commanders.

As for Su Yue.

Ensure safety, and move freely.

That’s the only option.

No other way.

The weakest legion commander here was a Third Grade.

Without Wang Lu Feng’s support, Su Yue couldn’t manage to take down a Third Grade alone and would likely meet his death.

Pop!

Su Yue attempted to place a defensive shield on Wang Nanguo.

Unfortunately.

He forgot that defensive shields on Grandmasters often fail.

Obviously, it failed this time.

Su Yue felt somewhat defeated, feeling he hadn’t mastered his skills.

They quickly shielded themselves; they couldn’t afford to die carelessly.

”Su Yue, take care of your own safety.”

Wang Nanguo roared.

The blade aura rushing at him almost suffocated Su Yue.

In just the blink of an eye, more than a dozen legion commanders had died under Wang Nanguo’s blade.

With a demonic blade in hand, Wang Nanguo was like an unparalleled Killing God, possessed of some madness, seemingly getting stronger the more he killed, with no need for concern.

In contrast, Mu Jingliang’s situation was actually more troubling.

No other choice.

Although Mu Jingliang was Ninth Grade, his task was not merely to kill a Seventh Grade.

He had to split some Qi Blood to ensure Su Yue’s safety; that was a priority.

He also had to keep flashing his body to prevent these eight Grandmasters from scattering and fleeing.

He even needed to retain a large portion of his Qi Blood, in case a Ninth-Grade Divine Envoy came charging in.

Mu Jingliang had too many concerns, and along with a major battle a few days ago, he was still injured from a fight with a Steel Bone Race Divine Envoy.

In such extreme conditions, Mu Jingliang could only exert the strength of an Eighth Grade.

He could kill this group of Grandmasters, but it would take some time, not as easily done.

Actually, Wang Nanguo wasn’t having an easy time either.

Without the demonic blade, even as a Grandmaster, it wouldn’t have been so easy.

This was destiny.

The Yangxiang Race gifted Wang Nanguo this demonic blade just to have him slaughter in the Wet Realm.

What goes around comes around, without fail.

”Damn it, get away, don’t chase me!”

Su Yue had originally been following behind Wang Nanguo, but Wang Nanguo’s blade aura was too violent, not recognizing friend or foe, forcing him to keep some distance.

At this point, some legion commanders came to attack Su Yue.

They pick the soft ones first.

Su Yue, a Second Grade from the Wuwen Race, was obviously the softest one.

Su Yue performed the Little Lingbo Step to the extreme.

He constantly dodged and maneuvered within the limits, though Mu Shenglan was guarding him from above, Su Yue didn’t want to hold back, didn’t want to distract Mu Jingliang.

If Mu Shenglan came to help, those Grandmasters might break free and escape.

Thus, Su Yue kited about a dozen legion commanders alone in the fierce winds.

After a while, he led the group of legion commanders to Wang Nanguo’s place.

Wang Nanguo’s blade was like a meat grinder; not a single legion commander could escape.

Because Su Yue was as slippery as an eel, and with his speed too quick, those legion commanders lost him in pursuit and turned their attention back to attacking Wang Nanguo.

Walala!

Walala!

The Yangxiang Race at the Banner Garrison Camp had gone completely mad.

Indeed!

Truly insane.

What was going on?

Was this divine punishment?

Everyone was waiting for the triumphant return of the three expedition generals, for their glorious deeds of slaughtering the Wuwen Race, for rewards from the Supreme Elder.

But why did three of the Wuwen Race come through what was supposed to be the gate of the returning generals’ triumph?

And one of them was a Ninth Grade human Grand General.

Damned!

What had happened?

Damned Wuwen Race.

The more Wang Nanguo killed, the more valiant he became, the more fierce he grew.

Corpses were strewn everywhere behind him, the ground dyed a deep crimson.

The sharpness of the demonic blade was indescribable; the weapons in the legion commanders’ hands shattered at the slightest touch, utterly defeated.

Having escaped his pursuers, Su Yue moved to other camps.

First, he found the most critical herbal camp.

Nice.

There were herbs, though not many, but a little is better than none.

But it was frustrating; he didn’t have a Beast Selection Waist Bag on him, having just run up from the basement, and the bag was still with the Zhenqin Corps.

Su Yue was powerless.

There were a few Second Grade guards here.

Against Second Grades, Su Yue was almost invincible and killed them outright.

This was also thanks to the Third Grade legion commanders of the Banner Garrison Camp all being drawn to Wang Nanguo’s battlefield, allowing Su Yue this chance.

Su Yue ran to another camp.

As usual.

He first killed seven or eight Second and First Grade guards, but unfortunately, this camp had nothing of value, just a place for the Yangxiang Race to make animal skin clothing.

”Sigh, with Mu Jingliang in the sky, I don’t even dare to switch to the Yangxiang Race state, else I could be more efficient.”

Su Yue sighed, for there were still some Second Grades blocking him.

Mu Jingliang’s strength was overwhelming, and he must have some way of keeping Su Yue safe.

Switching to the Yangxiang Race state was Su Yue’s deepest secret, one that must not be revealed to anyone.

When Su Yue reached the third camp, he was finally shocked.

Beast Selection!