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

"I repeat, the passage to the Battlefield of Myriad Races is about to open!"

"All warriors preparing to enter, please register in area B-1. After your entry tokens have been verified, proceed through the passage in order to enter the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races!"

A slightly hoarse male voice came from the radio.

Everyone present was immediately taken aback.

"Time to enter! The entrance is about to open!"

"The time has come to make our mark! Let those scum of every race witness our power!"

"Kill them!"

Many young and ambitious martial artists revealed the boldness of newborn calves, their eyes filled with a desire for merit.

Qin Changsheng couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this.

Seventy or eighty years ago.

When he first entered the battlefield of all races, he was just like these young people, carefree and disregarding any enemy, dreaming that one day he could return home in glory with a full set of merits.

but.

When he first entered the battlefield of all races and saw his comrades-in-arms, with whom he had spent every day, die in front of him, his thoughts completely changed, and he developed a certain awe for war and the great battle for the survival of his race.

Qin Changsheng walked towards Sector B-1 without saying a word.

Jiang Mengli followed behind him with great interest, still unable to suppress her curiosity: "How did he see through my background? Did this old man know me before?"

In front of the entrance to Zone B-1.

The martial artists who came to register had already formed a long queue.

The registration process was quick, involving only two steps: verification and identity confirmation. Before long, it was Qin Changsheng's turn.

"Name, cultivation level, and Qi and blood value."

The martial artist at the counter who was in charge of registration did not treat Qin Changsheng any differently because of his age; he simply asked questions mechanically.

"Qin Changsheng, peak of the third rank."

Qin Changsheng reported his condition: "My Qi and Blood weigh 18,300 jun."

"So tall?"

The martial artist at the counter was stunned for a moment, as was Jiang Mengli, who was following behind Qin Changsheng. She was surprised: How could it be so high? She had a demigod-grade bloodline, but even at the peak of the third grade, her blood and qi were only about 16,000 jin.

Qin Changsheng was actually more than two thousand jun taller than me.

"Doesn't that mean... once this old man enters the fourth rank, his qi and blood will directly reach 24,000 jin?"

"This is already data from the mid-stage of the fourth rank."

Jiang Mengli's expression was one of surprise and bewilderment: "Could it be... that he has a divine bloodline? How is that possible... among the human race, there are only a handful of peerless geniuses with divine bloodlines, and I have never heard of any peerless genius who is still stuck in the third rank at such a young age."

Just as Jiang Mengli was wondering...

Qin Changsheng had completed the registration and produced the token that Chen Shanhe had given him.

"what?"

The martial artist at the counter glanced at it, somewhat surprised, and said, "This is a recommendation token from a Grandmaster. May I ask, sir, which Grandmaster issued your token?"

"Chen Shanhe".

Qin Changsheng naturally did not hide anything and frankly explained the origin of the token.

"Understood, I'll register you right away."

The martial artist at the counter quickly operated the instrument in front of him for a few moments, then said to Qin Changsheng, "It's ready, old man. When you enter the battlefield of ten thousand races, remember to take the free passage on the left."

"Free passage?"

Qin Changsheng frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He had entered and exited the Battlefield of Myriad Races many times, but he had never heard of the name "Free Passage" before, which made him quite curious.

Jiang Mengli then explained, "Senior, you probably haven't been to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races for many years. Since thirty years ago, the passage to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races has been divided into two entrances: one is the free passage, and the other is the military passage."

"As the name suggests."

"The military passage is for those who enter with a unit of one hundred men assigned by the military. The free passage, on the other hand, was opened in the last thirty years and allows martial artists to freely enter the battlefield of all races to explore."

"Is that so?"

Qin Changsheng was somewhat surprised. Chongjiang Mengli nodded slightly and said, "As expected of the pride of the First Military Academy, I understand now. Thank you for your explanation, young lady."

"It was just a small favor."

Jiang Mengli nodded in return and said calmly, "I also need to use the free passage. My teacher has assigned me some tasks. If you don't mind, sir, you can accompany me for a while. If there's anything you don't understand, I can explain it to you."

"Then... I'll trouble you."

Qin Changsheng did not refuse.

Having not entered the battlefield of ten thousand races for many years, he was unfamiliar with the current situation due to the rapid changes. With Jiang Mengli taking the initiative to explain and introduce the situation, he was able to save a lot of trouble.

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at the same time.

It's a village about 100 kilometers south of Jiangnan City.

In a secret base built underground.

Xu Mo sat with his legs crossed at a huge conference table. On either side of the table sat more than a dozen martial artists from the Myriad Gods Sect, all dressed in black and masked, their true faces hidden.

"Elder Xu, did you summon us here for any specific instructions?"

One of the men sitting to Xu Mo spoke, his voice sinister and cold, like the breath of a venomous snake.

"I discovered two very interesting test subjects."

Xu Mo spoke leisurely, his tone gentle and mild, giving people a harmless feeling: "Unfortunately, when I went to arrest them, Chen Shanhe stopped me."

"An interesting...test subject?"

Everyone was curious.

Xu Mo is in charge of gene drug research at the Pantheon's Black and White Research Institute. He is a powerful master with extraordinary strength, so although he is not ranked very high in the Pantheon.

Even the elders who are ranked in the top ten dare not offend him easily.

Everyone looked at Xu Mo, who was seated at the head of the conference table, with utmost respect and even their eyes were cautious.

"Hmm, a mutated bloodline can temporarily suppress the effects of gene serum."

Xu Mo said casually, "The other one is also a mutated bloodline, and it may be a legendary mutated divine bloodline. Its mutated abilities are unknown, but as long as we capture him and obtain his blood, the research on gene-based drugs may be able to advance further and achieve effects that were previously unimaginable."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Someone immediately stood up, their eyes burning with fervor: "Elder, please give me their information, I'll go and get them right away—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Xu Mo frowned slightly and raised his hand, making a pressing motion with his fingers.

next moment.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the warrior who stood up to pledge his loyalty had blood spurting from his neck. His head rolled off his neck instantly, and blood gushed from his headless, severed neck.

Xu Mo's lips curled into a satisfied smile: "When did it become your place to interrupt me? You ill-mannered thing! Men, take his body away, drain his blood, and use him as the next batch of gene-based experimental subjects."