Gao Wu: You broke off the engagement at my 100th birthday banquet, do you dare take my punch?

Qin Changsheng continued his actions.

Even a group of eighth-rank elves wouldn't let the opportunity to beat a drowning dog slip by.

soon.

The Blood Elf race suffered heavy losses at the eighth rank.

Qin Changsheng originally intended to capture them all in one fell swoop.

However, they sensed that the Demon Realm was being attacked by a terrifying force.

"Are the ninth-rank beings outside attacking?"

"So it turns out that the Demon Realm can be forcibly broken from the outside."

Qin Changsheng's heart stirred, and he put away the Demon Domain.

He realized that if the Demon Realm were broken, he would suffer an extremely terrible backlash of mental energy.

The ninth-rank Blood Elf finally rescued his eighth-rank brethren.

However, seeing that there were still five left, he was furious.

"Damn it, you deserve to die!"

It's not easy for the Blood Elf race to cultivate an eighth-rank individual.

Simply accumulating enough resources will not cultivate it.

This battle can be said to have depleted the Blood Elf race's resources.

Of course, the Blood Elf race has more than just these eighth-rank members.

But those who died were all genuine eighth-rank officials.

Qin Changsheng threw down the corpse of an eighth-rank Blood Elf.

There are supplements such as spirit devouring and blood sacrifice.

Aside from his injury not yet being fully recovered, he is in excellent condition.

"You're not the only one who says that."

"But it seems no one can kill me."

Qin Changsheng sneered.

He wasn't afraid even if it was a ninth-rank official.

Several eighth-rank elves surrounded him and protected him behind them.

"What are you being so arrogant about? This is my Elven territory!"

"That's right, you invaded our tribe, and we haven't even said anything yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

"They all deserved it!"

"Yes, they deserved it!"

The forest elf race consists entirely of women.

None of the eighth-rank officials were young.

At this moment, it was like a shrew and a blood elf exchanging insults.

The ninth-rank blood elf was so berated that his face twitched.

When it comes to verbal skills.

Let alone the ninth rank.

Even the strongest man would be no match for a woman.

Can we continue?

The blood elves glanced at their own defeated troops, their expressions growing even uglier.

"Are you pigs?! You destroyed the Ancient Tree of Spirits and the Seed of Life!"

"Why bother fighting them?"

The Blood Elf King was furious and cursed loudly from afar.

Several eighth-rank blood elves finally came to their senses and looked at the ancient elven tree.

at this time.

The ancient tree of elves is almost back to normal.

Its entire body is covered in emerald green, with almost no trace of yellowing.

The leaves danced in the wind, as if they had come alive.

The blood elves were horrified, knowing that the ancient elven tree was reviving, and immediately rushed towards it without delay.

"Even if it means death, we will stop the Ancient Tree of Elves!"

"Otherwise, we'll all die here!"

The Blood Elf King's chilling voice sent shivers down the spines of the group of Rank 8 warriors.

Ignoring the forest elves' attempts to stop them, and even wounded, they charged toward the ancient elven tree.

Upon seeing this, the Elf Queen gave the same order.

"Stop them!"

Victory is in sight!

"Don't let them succeed!"

The spirits of the forest elves were greatly boosted.

The ancient trees in the forest are about to recover, and their perseverance has finally paid off.

The group of eighth-rank soldiers became even more fearless, once again displaying a desperate fighting spirit.

Compared to the Blood God Clan, who are afraid of death, their thoughts are simpler.

They are not afraid of personal death.

All they ask for is the continuation of their ethnic group.

"Are these women crazy? Why are they blocking our way like this?"

"Let's fight! Otherwise, we'll all die!"

The blood elves, enraged, also began to fight desperately.

The battle instantly intensified.

Both sides unleashed deadly attacks, neither defending themselves anymore, only seeking to end the battle as quickly as possible.

Qin Changsheng instead concealed himself, reduced the amplification factor, and occasionally launched surprise attacks.

Fight if you can, but prioritize survival.

The ancient tree of spirits is about to revive.

A ninth-rank blood elf suddenly broke away from the battle and rushed towards the ancient elven tree.

At this moment, Lani was still activating the Seed of Life, with no one protecting her.

The ancient elven tree has not yet recovered and is unable to fight.

The two ninth-rank forest elves were tied up, and no one could spare a moment to rescue them.

"Die! Die, along with the ancient elven tree!"

The ninth-rank Blood Elf, with a cold gaze, threw a punch.

"Lani!"

The Elf Queen was furious and wanted to help, but she was held back by the Blood Elf King.

The other eight ranks could only watch helplessly.

"It's over..."

"Why wasn't it me who died?!"

"Moon Goddess above, please open your eyes and save this child."

The group of eighth-rank officials all became pessimistic.

They even began to pray to the legendary moon goddess.

The Blood Elf king revealed a cruel smile.

It seemed as if the elven saintess could already be seen being reduced to ashes by this punch.

However, he was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the figure, he couldn't believe it.

"When did he get there?"

Qin Changsheng appeared beside Lani at some point, his body covered in blood, his qi and blood being pushed to their limits.

A plume of blood-red smoke even appeared, shooting straight into the sky.

"Hmm? A mere seventh-rank official dares to try and stop me?"

The ninth-rank Blood Elf was stunned for a moment, then just sneered.

To mobilize even greater forces.

He had witnessed Qin Changsheng's fighting prowess firsthand.

Being able to instantly kill an eighth-rank cultivator is indeed very strong.

But compared to the ninth rank, it's not worth mentioning.

"To be willing to die for the sake of the elves, I really don't know whether to call you foolish or praise your bravery."

He scoffed, not taking Qin Changsheng's obstruction seriously.

Even after killing Qin Changsheng with a single punch, he still had time to kill Lani and destroy the ancient elven tree.

Qin Changsheng remained silent, but continued to activate his bloodline power.

The talent bestowed by bloodline seems to have no upper limit.

He has increased his Qi and blood by two hundred times.

It can even be improved further.

but……

"My body can't take it anymore."

"If I keep improving, I'll die first."

Qin Changsheng understood immediately.

Even with two hundred times the force, he could only throw one punch.

Two hundred times the power boosted his vital energy to over two hundred million jun.

From the perspective of a seventh-rank official, this is an absolutely impossible level of strength.

The Blood Elves also only threw one punch.

A terrifying force swept through, and space itself seemed to be torn apart.

In the distorted space.

The two sides finally made contact.

boom!

It was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded, with shockwaves surging forth.

Even the robust ancient elven trees were shaken and swayed slightly.

Lani clung to the ancient elven tree, and even with the protection of the Seed of Life, she still coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The other eight ranks were blown away.

"How...how is this possible..."

As the storm subsided, the voice of a ninth-rank Blood Elf echoed, filled with disbelief.

Only then did everyone see the situation at the center of the battle.

The body of the ninth-rank Blood Elf has been mostly destroyed.

Only half of his head remained.

Half of his face was filled with confusion.

Opposite to him.

Qin Changsheng was covered in blood and swayed, but he stood up and did not fall.

pat.

The corpse of a ninth-rank blood elf fell to the ground, breaking the silence of the place.

Splash.

The ancient tree of elves swayed its branches, its leaves rustling, attracting everyone's attention.

The thick tree branches, like whips of divine punishment falling from the sky, lashed at the eighth and ninth ranks of the blood elves.

The Blood Elf King came to his senses and looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"withdraw!"

The ancient elven tree has been revived; continuing the fight is pointless.

They were just throwing their lives away.

He turned and left without pausing.

The other blood elves realized what was happening and quickly followed suit, fleeing.