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

Qin Changsheng would certainly not let the remnants of the Pantheon Sect go.

Not to mention the connection with Xu Mo.

"Take this punch!"

Wang Wentao was furious and ready to explode at Qin Changsheng.

As a deacon of the Pantheon, he had a deep love for the Pantheon.

Seeing that Wang Wentao had stopped running, the remaining Pantheon followers naturally began to fight desperately as well.

Three fifth-rank and eight fourth-rank students surrounded two fifth-rank students.

Naturally, they held a certain advantage.

After all, their numerical advantage is too great.

Qin Changsheng glanced at the situation on Jiang Mengli's side.

"You two hang in there, I'll get this sorted out as soon as possible."

If the number of Pantheon followers were smaller, Qin Changsheng wouldn't be worried about the two of them.

But it's really a bit difficult for two people to fight against eleven.

Wang Wentao was so angry when he heard Qin Changsheng say that his nose almost twisted out of shape.

"Who do you think you are? Believe me, I'll drag you down with me!"

His attitude was so sincere that Qin Changsheng had no idea how to refute him.

If this Pantheon deacon is determined to deal with him.

He really couldn't kill the other party in a short time.

The longer it drags on, the more dangerous it will become for him.

After all, it was a fifth-rank official fighting a sixth-rank official.

"I won't give you that chance!"

Qin Changsheng's expression turned serious. He mobilized all his qi and blood, combined with his mental power, and began to press forward step by step.

He possesses divine bloodline, giving him a significant advantage in terms of vital energy and blood.

This applies to both the quality and quantity of Qi and blood.

After Qin Changsheng went all out.

The Pantheon deacons quickly felt immense pressure.

Even though his opponent was of a lower level, he still managed to overpower him.

The weapon in his hand did not give him any advantage.

The weapon, forged from fine steel, was almost shattered by Qin Changsheng's punches.

"This is insane! How can a fifth-rank cultivator be so strong?!"

"Besides, shouldn't an old man like you already be experiencing a decline in vitality and blood?"

Wang Wentao became increasingly disoriented as the fight progressed, and the thought of escaping began to take over again.

However, he knew very well.

Running away is no better than dying here.

Returning to the Pantheon would subject him to a punishment far worse than death.

"Let's give it our all!"

Wang Wentao's expression changed, and he immediately began burning his essence blood.

The purpose of condensing essence and blood at the fourth rank is to allow one to burn essence and blood to fight desperately at critical moments.

After burning one's essence and blood, the power of one's qi and blood will be amplified infinitely.

It allows the martial artist to unleash terrifying power.

But the consequences are also very serious.

Burned essence and blood cannot be restored.

Unless there are some legendary rare and precious materials to assist in the process.

In other words.

Burning one's essence and blood means sacrificing one's strength permanently in exchange for a short-term burst of power.

With Wang Wentao's outburst, Qin Changsheng immediately fell into a disadvantageous position and began to retreat steadily.

After all, it's a proper sixth-rank official.

After burning his essence blood, Wang Wentao's strength was already approaching that of a seventh-rank cultivator.

Except for not being at the Grandmaster level, he is almost on par with a Grandmaster.

Qin Changsheng's expression turned serious as he finally began to mobilize all his qi and blood.

With each punch, tens of thousands of pounds of vital energy erupted.

This is still not his limit.

If you really push yourself to the limit, a single punch can have a terrifying force of over 40,000 jun (a unit of weight).

However, such a terrifying burst of power will also cause him irreversible damage.

Because his physique could not withstand such immense power.

A single punch carries the terrifying power of ten thousand jun (a unit of weight).

He knocked Wang Wentao flying directly.

Wang Wentao coughed up blood mid-air, accompanied by fragments of shattered internal organs.

The power of an outburst is inherently short-lived.

Moreover, valuing his life, he did not burn all his essence and blood.

The power that had just been unleashed was already beginning to wane.

"it's over."

Qin Changsheng's gaze was icy. He caught up with Wang Wentao in two steps and landed a punch on Wang Wentao's head.

boom!

This punch ended Wang Wentao's life.

Having finally defeated the enemy, Qin Changsheng also felt somewhat exhausted.

After all, it was a fifth-rank official fighting a sixth-rank official.

Despite having the advantage, he still needs to give it his all.

He took a couple of breaths to catch his breath.

Qin Changsheng rushed to support Jiang Mengli and the other person.

The two had persisted for a long time and were beginning to show signs of weakness.

Although he was a genius, his blood and mental strength also surpassed those of the fifth-rank members of the Pantheon Sect.

However, being outnumbered caused both of them to deplete their energy and blood very quickly.

After a battle that lasted for more than half an hour.

Both of them were nearly depleted of their vital energy.

"Grandpa, come quick! We can't hold on any longer!"

Qin Feiyu let out two ghostly screams and cleaved the fourth-ranked opponent in front of him with a single slash.

Qin Changsheng glanced at it and was speechless.

Jiang Mengli at least managed to kill a few fourth-rank officials.

Qin Feiyu really slacked off; he didn't kill a single person.

They were actually being chased by several fourth-rank officials.

"You're hopeless."

Qin Changsheng couldn't help but shake his head.

Although he complained.

But he still ran over and helped the two of them deal with the Pantheon members.

After a battle.

Jiang Mengli's face was covered in fragrant sweat.

She looked at Qin Changsheng and said, "Thank you, sir. I didn't expect there to be so many enemies."

Qin Changsheng shook his head, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.

She then looked at Qin Feiyu, her expression immediately changing: "Qin Feiyu! You bastard, if you hadn't been slacking off, we would have finished fighting long ago!"

It's just three fifth-rank officials and eight fourth-rank officials.

As geniuses from the top martial arts university, they certainly have the ability to deal with these enemies.

However, it was because of Qin Feiyu's slacking off.

This put most of the pressure on her, which is why it was delayed until the very end.

"fine."

"I will teach him a lesson."

Qin Changsheng also had some dissatisfaction with Qin Feiyu.

Qin Feiyu chuckled, somewhat embarrassed, and didn't argue back.

After dealing with the Pantheon assassins, the three continued their journey.

The bodies on the Pantheon's side will naturally be dealt with by someone.

A day has passed.

The group finally returned to the battlefield of all races.

At this time, the battlefield of all races was still under martial law.

Without orders, ordinary martial artists are not allowed to approach the battlefield and can only wait outside.

The transit plazas are temporarily closed.

of course.

After all, the three of them had a Grandmaster as their guarantee.

They can go directly into the battlefield and join the army.

"You've arrived."

Zhou Heng personally came to greet the three of them.

"Old Qin, the situation is still unclear. You shouldn't have come."

Grandmaster Zhou shook his head and sighed.

Qin Changsheng remained calm and ignored Zhou Heng's advice.

"Tell me, what's the situation now?"

"The Blood God Clan has sent over thirty Grandmasters and an army of two hundred thousand."

Zhou Heng briefly explained the current situation on both sides.

"On our side, we only have thirty Grandmasters. If a real battle breaks out, we can only rely on the three fortresses to defend ourselves."

"As for the 200,000 troops, relying on the border defenses can buy us some time."

"In terms of troop strength, we are at an absolute disadvantage."

"In terms of high-end combat power, neither we nor the Blood God Clan have deployed ninth-rank experts. Currently, both sides only have two eighth-rank Grandmasters in command, and war could break out at any time."