Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Of course, after the Palm Eye Race joined the war, the situation for the Blood Boiling Race somewhat improved. After all, the Palm Eye Race also excelled at long-range attacks and could cover the Blood Boiling Race’s charge, forming a kind of deterrence against the Celestial Crossbow Camp.

Yet the Blood Boiling Race remained quite passive.

Among those captured, members of the Blood Boiling Race were the most numerous.

The reason Fei Xiao seemed calmer than other Ninth Grade elders of the Divine Land was purely because he was accustomed to it.

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”Damn the Wuwen Race of the Divine Land, utterly devoid of conscience.”

”This time, our five major races must unite and kill them mercilessly.”

”They even dare to capture Grandmasters alive; the Martial Artists of the Divine Land are becoming increasingly arrogant.”

”Capturing others is one thing, but they even dare to capture the offspring of Divine Elders — it’s absolutely reckless.”

”Does the Divine Land really think they are invincible, acting so egregiously?”

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Divine Elders from four races were engaged in heated discussions, each one filled with righteous indignation.

Actually, in the past, they were also mutually hostile enemies.

Especially during those years when the Wetlands invaded Earth, each race fought fiercely for resources, and even a while ago, the five clans still had ongoing conflicts.

But this time, the actions of the Divine Land were excessively overbearing, and under the persuasion of Yangxiang Race’s Mo Kai, they decided to unite for once.

Only the despicable plot of the Yangxiang Race can evenly match the Divine Land.

Neither side is truly good.

Cunning tricks, utterly shameless.

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Si Fengtian’s four arms danced furiously, as if taking revenge, gulping down the fruit wine of the Yangxiang Race.

”Si Fengtian, Steel Tree, Fei Xiao, Ying Mountain Ridge.”

”I thought you would remain stubbornly blind, always waiting to be humiliated by the Martial Artists of the Divine Land, but now I see you’re aware of teaming up.”

At this moment, Mo Kai, dressed in luxurious animal skins, entered the grand hall from outside, hands behind his back.

He carried a bottle of high-quality Baijiu, a fine liquor produced in the Divine Land, quite expensive in the Wetlands due to storage inconveniences.

Swipe!

Mo Kai did not hesitate, tossing the Baijiu directly to Si Fengtian.

The Four-armed Race, this group of drunkards, never change.

These stubborn old ghosts coming to Mao Yao City proved they were truly frightened by the Divine Land.

Especially Fei Xiao of the Blood Boiling Race.

Your home is nearly torn down by the Bianhan Corps, yet you still don’t understand the ideas of alliances and strategies. You, this group of brainless brutes, never think of reading?

”Thirty-Six Stratagems.”

”The Art of War.”

These are treasures of the Martial Artists of the Divine Land.

Only knowing reckless actions, only knowing chaotic killing.

Unity is strength, unity can unleash infinite brilliance.

If during the Ancient Era, the eight races of the Wetlands had allied, would they have been driven from Earth?

It’s always the Yangxiang Race looking for allies.

All are brainless beasts.

Among the eight races of the Wetlands, although the Yangxiang Race is weaker in overall strength, in terms of wealth and wisdom, they have an overwhelming advantage.

If not for the Yangxiang Race, the Martial Artists of the Divine Land might have begun to occupy the cities in the Eight Races Sacred Land.

Living with a group of pig teammates, the Yangxiang Race truly feels particularly miserable.

”Mo Kai, stop your nonsense.

”When do we start the attack on the Wet Ghost Tower? My Blood Boiling Race can prepare and depart in three days.”

Fei Xiao was eager for revenge.

”The various corps of the Steel Bone Race can assemble in five days.”

Steel Tree stated with a stern face.

”My Palm Eye Race is ready at any moment to shoot those beasts in the Celestial Crossbow Camp.”

Ying Mountain Ridge was already impatient to prove himself.

He was simply a disgrace to the Palm Eye Race, desperate for revenge.

”Mo Kai, I hope you don’t use any cunning tricks against me this time. The other seven races of the Wetlands were played by you, don’t try to exploit us.

”We of the Four-armed Race can follow your command this time, but you’d better not try any tricks.”

Si Fengtian gulped down half a bottle of Baijiu.

Not that his alcohol capacity was lacking, but he was somewhat reluctant to drink.

Baijiu.

This stuff isn’t worth much in the Divine Land, but in the Wetlands, it can sell for exorbitant prices, mainly because of storage issues.

If slightly careless with a glass bottle, it gets crushed by Spiritual Qi.

Tin cans and aluminum cans get quickly corroded.

Plastic is even less durable.

Only using certain treasures of the Yangxiang Race can transport it in.

Despite the Yangxiang Race’s lack of strength, they love researching these unconventional things.

”If you don’t trust me, Mo Kai, you can leave directly. I never compel you.

”If there are no other matters, let’s keep the talk short.

”As the Commander of the Five Armies, let me first introduce the conspiracy of the Wei Yuan Corps and the Bianhan Corps. They publicly execute the Wetlands’ Grandmasters for specific reasons.”

Mo Kai sneered coldly.

Initially, with momentum, he had overwhelmed these four Ninth Grades.

Though they all had equal strength, after all, the others were seeking his help, and had to bow their heads.

”Just killing; what motives could the Divine Land have?”

Fei Xiao frowned and asked.

The Blood Boiling Race was straightforward, most detesting all kinds of schemes from humans and the Yangxiang Race.

If you want to kill, kill.

If you want to fight, fight.

Circuitous tactics were simply unnecessary.

”Hmph, simple-minded, no wonder your old nest was overrun by the Bianhan Corps.”

Mo Kai cast a contemptuous glance at Fei Xiao.

Of course, he didn’t waste any more words, continuing:

”According to my intelligence, the Divine Soldiers currently imprison 31 individuals from Wetlands races.

”Among them, 9 are Seventh Grade, 22 are Sixth Grade.

”All these Grandmasters come from our five races; specifically, your offspring, other factions are not on the battlefield of the Bianhan Corps, so there are none of their people.

”This time, the Divine Land’s execution site is in a city at the Divine Land’s border, guarded by the Bianhan Corps — Thunder Sacrifice City.