Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Every time he unleashed the Roaring Divine Spear, he would suffer a certain amount of backlash and pain, but Zhao Qian’en simply didn’t care.

As long as he could kill Cang Ji, it’d be worth it even if he died.

Yan Chenyun and Mo Qizheng were grinding their teeth too; they understood what was at stake.

Every extra second Cang Ji stayed alive was another second of variables.

They had to kill him, fast.

Fortunately, as the wounds on Cang Ji’s body grew heavier and heavier, his Qi Blood was plummeting as well.

Inside Jing Niao City.

Heiye was still crazily hunting for Xu Baiyan.

He even mobilized the remaining old, weak, sick, and crippled in Jing Niao City; even if they had to dig three feet into the ground, they had to drag Xu Baiyan out.

This was his only bargaining chip for negotiations.

Outside the city gate.

Su Qingfeng and Yao Chenqing had fully teamed up.

No one here was stupid; this wasn’t the time to form grudges. If Heiye found Xu Baiyan first, things would get really troublesome.

Inside the Demon Slaying Altar.

The Human camp had already formed an ironclad wall. They didn’t have anything like the Poison Water Corps, but Humans had the edge in morale, and even had a Divine Artifact like the Frost Vine Armor.

At this point, the Alien races wanted to seize the Demon Slaying Altar, but that was basically impossible.

”You idiots, kill for me—kill like you don’t care about your lives!”

Up above the sky canopy.

Qing Gai was so furious he almost spat blood.

From up above, overlooking the battlefield, he could see the situation crystal clear.

The Alien army had the numbers advantage, but their hearts weren’t united, their battle intent was weak—practically a mob of rabble.

The Yangxiang Race in Jing Niao City had mostly only recently broken through, and even before this they weren’t exactly known for their bravery.

As for the Martial Artists of the Blood Boiling Race and Steel Bone Race, they weren’t even worth mentioning.

They were just muddying the waters. If the Yangxiang Race didn’t charge, they wouldn’t charge either; they were just going to drag things out like this.

”Charge, right now! Whoever dares not to charge will be executed on the spot!”

Qing Gai’s voice echoed through the sky, filled with boundless rage.

The Demon Slaying Altar was a demonic artifact left behind by the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint. He had sworn to the Holy Land that he would make the Divine Land restless and chaotic, and bring back heaps of resources for the Holy Land.

And now?

Aside from a pathetic amount of pills, he’d gotten jack shit.

Even the Poison Water Corps had been borrowed from another Divine Elder, and now that the Poison Water Corps was completely annihilated, Qing Gai had no idea how he was supposed to pay that debt back.

He hated this, he hated it to the bone.

No matter how he raged and lashed out, the army still refused to charge. From top to bottom, it was just a mob of rabble.

Then look at the Divine Land’s morale.

There was simply no comparison!

Qing Gai was on the verge of despair.

At this moment, his hatred toward Heiye only grew deeper.

Just how stupid did a City Lord have to be to raise such an army that wasn’t even as good as pigs?

”Qing Gai, at this point, you still don’t get it?

”The Yangxiang Race’s luck has run dry. You no longer have any national fortune. Your end will be getting smashed to pieces by the Divine Land.

”Remember this—this is Heaven’s Will!”

Bai Jinghao mocked Qing Gai calmly.

In her eyes, Qing Gai, flailing with rage, was just like a gambler who’d lost everything and gone mad.

Fei Tianhong and Gang Yue’s faces were dark as iron.

Especially Gang Yue—facing that Ninth Grade Battle Armor that knew neither pain nor fear, he was basically a dog trying to bite a hedgehog; he had nowhere to even get his teeth in.

Fei Tianhong’s situation wasn’t much better.

He wasn’t afraid of Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork, but clearly the other guy wasn’t afraid of him either.

The two Ninth Grades glanced up at Cang Ji in the sky, then carefully mulled over Bai Jinghao’s words.

Was the Yangxiang Race really at the end of its luck?

Honestly, over all these years, the Yangxiang Race’s fortune had indeed been plummeting right in front of the other seven races’ eyes!

Back in the days of the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint, the Yangxiang Race had been terrifying.

But now... words couldn’t even begin to describe it.

Heaven’s Will!

Was there really such a thing as Heaven’s Will?

”Heaven’s Will?

”Screw your numb-ass Heaven’s Will.

”My Yangxiang Race is Heaven’s Will. I, Qing Gai, have never believed in Heaven’s Will.

”Ying Guanming, I, Qing Gai, accept your terms. Your Palm Eye Race goes to war right now, or you get nothing!”

Qing Gai blasted apart Bai Jinghao’s killing move in a frenzy, then hysterically roared toward the distance.

In that instant, Qing Gai’s leather robe shattered, his whole body’s messy fur flying; he didn’t have a shred of a Divine Elder’s dignity left.

Bai Jinghao was stunned for a moment.

This guy Qing Gai, with his blood-red eyes, looked just like a lunatic. If before he’d only been a gambler who’d lost his entire fortune, then now, from the look of him, he was clearly ready to mortgage his wife and take out loan-shark money to win it all back.

Something was wrong.

Ying Guanming?

That was a Palm Eye Race surname.

Ying Guanming was also a Ninth Grade Palm Eye clansman on the Eastern District Battlefield.

Bai Jinghao froze for a moment.

According to the intel, Ying Guanming was like the Four-armed Race—he should have a grudge against Cang Ji.

Had he... stopped caring about that hatred?

Qing Gai’s words were audible to the entire field.

Zhao Qian’en was the first to be stunned.

Ying Guanming bore a grudge against Cang Ji, and he was on the same side as the Four-armed Race. How the hell could he possibly come to help Cang Ji?

Yan Chenyun and Mo Qizheng exchanged a glance.

Ying Guanming was here?

Fei Tianhong and Gang Yue were dumbstruck.

The pair of them understood the hatred between the Palm Eye Race, the Four-armed Race, and Cang Ji better than anyone.

Logically, Ying Guanming absolutely should not be coming to reinforce this battle.

Splurt!

Cang Ji spat out another mouthful of fresh blood. He had still been trying to figure out a way to break free of the seal, but upon hearing Ying Guanming’s voice, Cang Ji’s face was full of disbelief as well.

Qing Gai had actually gone to Ying Guanming for help?

Was he looking to die?

Su Qingfeng and Yao Chenqing didn’t care about anything else. They just wanted to blast Jing Niao City open as fast as possible.

Heiye had already started carpet-searching the city.

At this speed, it was only a matter of time before Xu Baiyan ran out of places to hide.

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”Hahaha... Qing Gai, give me the item, and I can help you with this battle.”

At that moment, a wild laugh echoed in from afar.

”Always hiding your head and showing your tail—typical Ying Guanming style!”

At that, Fei Tianhong froze for a moment.

Bai Jinghao’s expression turned grave.

As expected, killing Cang Ji wasn’t going to be simple; some variables, in the end, had to be faced.

”Resolve the Demon Slaying Altar problem for me first. I’ll naturally give you the item!”

Qing Gai ground his teeth.

In that instant, every powerhouse’s eyes flickered.

They didn’t know exactly what the item was, but it definitely wasn’t some ordinary trinket.

Qing Gai had grown up in the Eight Races Sacred Land, and he was the direct disciple of the Clan Venerable from Qingchudong. He had no shortage of treasures on him.

”We can put those little things aside for now. I, the True Self, brought five Master Archers to help you kill a few Divine Land Grandmasters first!”

Rumble!

Rumble!

Thick clouds rolled across the sky.

Then, a high platform appeared atop the billowing clouds.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

And just as Ying Guanming’s words fell, three arrows were already piercing through from deep within the sky.

Fast!

Fast enough to practically tear space itself apart!

”Damn it!”

The Divine Land’s Grandmaster Corps were still locked in combat; these arrows were lethal as hell.

They had to stop the Alien Race Grandmasters from slaughtering the low-level Martial Artists inside the Demon Slaying Altar, which meant they had no way to dodge.

If you stepped away, you’d be letting the Alien Race Grandmasters slip down to the altar—that would be pure catastrophe.

What’s more, facing the Palm Eye Race’s Grandmaster archery, Sixth-Grade Grandmasters of the Human side had almost no chance of escaping.

”Adjust formation, Sixth-Grade Grandmasters fall back!

”Eighth-Grade Grandmasters use your bodies to block the arrows, do everything you can to guarantee every Vice Admiral’s safety!”

Several Eighth-Grade Vice Admirals faced the arrows head-on.

”Hahaha, my Yangxiang Race’s reinforcements are here. Let’s see what you can do now!”

The Alien Race Grandmasters all grinned ferociously.

After killing for this long, both sides’ eyes were already red.

The Palm Eye Race’s arrows pierced clouds and split the sun!

In the blink of an eye, they were already above the Grandmaster formations. In the next instant, the Divine Land Grandmasters would be taking heavy casualties!

Whoosh!

However, just then, from the rear of the Human formations, another arrow suddenly tore through the air.

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”Divine Land Research Institute, Master Tu’s Squad, reporting in!”

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