Throne of Gods: The mighty power of the heavens, the holy dragon descends upon the world!

Chapter 57 The Autumn Offensive Ends, Goodbye Moonlit Night

Several beams of light pierced through the sky, fiercely penetrating Dorza's external spiritual energy protection and pinning his limbs to mid-air.

Dorza's expression changed, and he quickly activated the spiritual power within his body to dissipate the light gun's restraint.

The light gun emitted intense steam, and within three seconds, Dorza would regain his mobility.

But how many sword strikes could Meng Long unleash in three seconds?

The answer is seventeen swords.

Each sword strike was imbued with the radiance of the holy sword, the powerful light element almost solidified.

Meng Long's face was cold and stern as he unleashed seventeen sword strikes, each aimed at Dorza's neck.

As the final sword fell, Dorza's head fell off.

Meng Long retrieved the head without lingering and quickly returned to Yulong Pass with Su Zhe.

Not long after returning to Yulong Pass, a deep, demonic sound rang out.

The demon army began to retreat rapidly.

Long Tianyin's expression relaxed.

"It seems the demons have retreated, and this autumn offensive is over."

"Everyone, we have won!"

With the blessing of spiritual power, Long Tianyin's voice resounded throughout Yulong Pass, and instantly, countless cheers rang out.

Long Tianyin turned around and looked at the group of high-ranking members of the Knights Temple.

"Take stock of the casualties and distribute compensation, so that the heroes' blood is not shed in vain."

"understand!"

Several knights bowed and quickly resolved the post-battle issues.

After everyone dispersed, Long Tianyin came to Su Zhe's side and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Well done."

"Grandmaster, when will Master be able to return?" Su Zhe asked.

Mentioning this, Long Tianyin frowned. "They should be back soon. Xingyu and Anan always fight to the very end. Judging by the time, they should be back around that time."

Long Tianyin sighed helplessly, "Xingyu should be fine. Xiao Zhe, you should go back and rest. The autumn offensive is over, and we can have another year of peace."

As he spoke, a look of weariness appeared in Long Tianyin's eyes. When would this kind of life ever end?

But soon, Long Tianyin rallied his spirits. With a genius like Su Zhe and his grandson Long Haochen, the Son of Light, this generation might just be able to launch a counterattack against the Demon Clan.

Even if it doesn't work, it can at least ensure that the human race will be safe for a hundred years.

Su Zhe returned to his residence, and Bai Yue pulled Long Haochen forward.

"Xiao Zhe, are you alright? I heard you led a team out of the pass to fight."

Bai Yue said with some concern.

"Don't worry, Master's wife, with my abilities, even some demon gods couldn't kill me," Su Zhe said with a smile.

Bai Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, while Long Haochen beside her had eyes full of admiration.

"Brother Su, you're amazing! I watched you kill so many demons from the city wall."

Long Haochen now possesses the strength of the fourth rank, and Long Xingyu also sent him to the city wall during the autumn attack.

Su Zhe smiled and ruffled Long Haochen's hair.

"When you grow up a bit more and become a demon hunter, you can be as powerful as me."

Demon Hunter.

Upon hearing this title, Long Haochen's breathing became heavy. He had heard this title countless times from his father and grandfather, and he longed for it immensely.

"I will work hard, and I will definitely become a demon hunter in two years!"

In two years, it will be time to select the next Demon Hunter team.

Two years?

Su Zhe was taken aback. Had time really passed so quickly? Come to think of it, Su Zhe had participated in the Demon Clan's Autumn Attack twice, except for the one he missed due to the evolution of his Spirit Furnace. So, it had indeed been three years.

After instructing Long Haochen for an hour, Su Zhe entered his room to begin his own cultivation.

That night, Long Xingyu returned home, covered in injuries.

Upon seeing this, Bai Yue quickly stepped forward.

"Xingyu, you ran into Ananda again?"

Long Xingyu nodded. "Yes, this battle is unavoidable. Once Su Zhe becomes a Divine Knight, I will have a final showdown with him."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yue's heart skipped a beat. She knew Anan's strength well. After activating his Demon God transformation, his strength reached the seventh level of the ninth rank. Only the Demon God Emperor and the Moon Demon God could easily overpower him.

"Are you confident?" Bai Yue asked softly.

"Don't worry, I will come back alive for your sake."

Long Xingyu smiled and ruffled Bai Yue's hair, his eyes full of composure.

Su Zhe resolved his inner conflict, and now Long Xingyu is in a more open-minded state of mind and his strength is still improving. Once Su Zhe becomes a Divine Seal Knight, his strength may well break through again.

At that time, Ananda will be no match for him.

"By the way, where's Su Zhe? I heard from others that he participated in an eighth-tier battle today. Was he injured?"

"And Haochen, a Mithril-based Knight, said he killed a fifth-tier wolf demon with the Fighting Whirlwind Sword today. He truly lives up to his reputation as my son."

Long Xingyu spoke of Su Zhe with great pride.

With the talents of Su Zhe and his companion, if they were to achieve the Divine Seal in the future, the fact that their Long family would have four Divine Seals would be a legendary tale worthy of being recorded in history!

Bai Yue pointed to a room and said, "Xiao Zhe is cultivating inside. Chenchen was exhausted from sparring with Xiao Zhe today, so I let him rest first."

Long Xingyu's face showed a hint of displeasure, "How can he rest? At his age, he should be working hard to cultivate. We're sparring together, how come Xiao Zhe isn't tired?"

Bai Yue rolled her eyes at him. Su Zhe was already at the seventh level, how could he possibly be tired after fighting Long Haochen, who was only at the fourth level?

After saying that, Long Xingyu stepped forward, felt the light elemental spiritual energy emanating from the room, and raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't Haochen cultivating?"

"Huh? This is Xiao Zhe's room."

Bai Yue followed, puzzled, but since she couldn't cultivate, she couldn't specifically sense Su Zhe's cultivation progress.

Long Xingyu shook his head. "Don't I know Xiao Zhe? This extraordinary purity of light element can only be produced through the cultivation of a Child of Light, unless..."

Long Xingyu suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

Su Zhe, he can't possibly become the Child of Light!
This idea was confirmed the next day, and even someone as composed as Long Xingyu went to brag to Long Tianyin for a long time.

"Yes, yes, your disciple's son is the most powerful, while my son is just a piece of trash." Long Tianyin sneered, but a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

With Su Zhe and Long Xingyu acting as a bridge, the relationship between Long Tianyin and Long Xingyu has improved considerably in recent years.

"of course……"

Long Xingyu laughed, then suddenly felt something was wrong.

What do you mean by calling your son a good-for-nothing?
On the other side, Su Zhe stood at the gate of Yulong Pass, watching a lone caravan from afar.

Those familiar flags fluttering—isn't that the Moonlit Merchant Guild?
As the merchant caravan approached, Su Zhe spoke with a smile.

"Stop, you need to pay a toll to enter the city."

The manager recognized Su Zhe, knew he was joking, and responded with a smile.

"My lord, please don't joke around. Our Moonlit Merchant Guild is a small merchant guild, where would we get the money to pay tolls?"

During the conversation, Yueye stepped out of the carriage.

"It's just a small business, please don't make things difficult for me, sir," Yueye said with a smile.

"Alright, since your boss is so beautiful, I'll let it slide this time."

Su Zhe shrugged and greeted Yueye.

(End of this chapter)