him hand over the Dragon Slaying Nine Swords.Changsun Wugong, that martial arts fanatic, immediately went into seclusion after getting the sword manual. It is estimated that he won't come out for a mo..."Yes... It's me..."

As an ancient blood clan, Salah was trembling with fear at this moment. The face that had always been pale now looked ashen.

Don't be afraid, it's not like they are truly invincible. Blood clans may claim to have immortality, but there are limitations. They are both right here, dead as can be.

Sithu Dianmo asked again, "What about Lucia"

Salah stammered, "Held...held captive in a dark, ancient castle."

"Even the Blood Emperor, whom I have acknowledged, you dare to imprison! Such audacity!"

Sishu Dianmo didn't even ask the third question, and slapped again. Another photo of a blood clan appeared before his eyes.

These three ancient blood clans didn't know how many millennia they had lived. This time, it was finally a good opportunity to wake up and thought they could dominate the world. As a result, as soon as they set foot in the East, they died so miserably.

The death of the three old men terrified the other blood clans, causing them to tremble in fear and kneel down one after another.

Some people had seen Master Si Tu Dian Mo before, and at this moment they recognized her identity, crying out, “Spare our lives, Your Majesty Blood Emperor, spare our lives!”

"You traitors, dare to offend my great China What qualifications do you have for me to spare your lives"

These people clearly betrayed Helena. Furthermore, their expedition to the east against China shows no courtesy from Situ Dianmo towards them.

With a wave of his hand, a red mist engulfed all the blood race.

"Ah! Ah!"

Screams pierced the air, and when Situ Dianmo withdrew the crimson mist, all that remained before him were piles of desiccated corpses!

Everyone around was completely dumbfounded. That was a notorious vampire clan, who had always been the ones sucking the blood of others; when had they ever been drained of their own blood

Sanders swallowed hard. In terms of strength, the three ancient blood clans were even if weaker than him, not much. Now they were easily wiped out.

From Leng Qingqiu to Ye Tian, and now even Situ Dianmo, any one of them pulled out at random is a super strong expert, I don't know how many times stronger than myself.

When I came, I was full of confidence, thinking that I could crush all of China with my strength. Now I know that I'm far behind them.

He cleared his throat and looked at Ye Bufan: "Young man, let's just call it a day today, how about that"

Before, he had always coveted this magical land of China, coveting the sudden resurgence of its spiritual energy. Now, he realizes that he doesn't have the strength at all.

"Is that all" Ye Bufan smiled coldly. "Are you asking for peace"

"Yes... Yes!"

Even though Sanders has thick skin, he was still a little embarrassed at this moment.

"God is merciful. If we continue fighting, there will surely be a great number of casualties. It's better to stop here."

Have you ever heard an old saying from our Chinese civilization It goes, "Those who dare to offend China, no matter how far away they are, will be punished!"

Ye Bufan's eyes instantly turned sharp, "Now that you've reached the doorstep of my homeland, China, you think you can just come and go as you please Do you really think no one in China will stop you"

Jiang Fangzhou glanced at them and said, "I've seen shameless people before, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as you."

"If you can beat us, then beat us. If you can't, don't even think about making peace! You guys have gotten all the good things in the world!"

"This..."

Sanders hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, you need to see the situation clearly. We're not afraid of you."

"Let me tell you, we have thousands of strong warriors here. By the end, none of us will come out unscathed. You might just be the ones who suffer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demoralized Westerners behind him immediately perked up. At that moment, they realized that while their side might be a bit weaker, they had sheer numbers on their side—a staggering three or four thousand strong.

"Chinese people, do you really think we're afraid We have so many powerful warriors…"

"You only have a few people. Even if you can beat one, could you beat ten Could you beat a hundred"

“With so many of us swarming you, we could drown you in our spit...”

These Westerners are all hyped up like they've been injected with chicken blood, constantly shouting and acting as if they hold the power to decide, while demanding things from China instead.

Sanders wants exactly this effect. As long as he can get all these people riled up, then he can advance or retreat as he pleases, completely able to fish in troubled waters.

Seeing the crowd's excitement, he added fuel to the fire.

Think about it, why do they have such powerful influence at a young age Isn't it because they were born in China

Such a magical land, with such abundant resources, should rightfully belong to all people in the world. Why should it be monopolized by the Chinese

His words might not have had much effect under normal circumstances, but surprisingly, they worked well now.

Firstly, the recent surge in spiritual energy originated within China. Secondly, the presence of Ye Bufan and his companions seems to confirm this.

Many of them have been cultivating for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. Yet, their strength is only this much.

And these young people before our eyes, just in their twenties, are terrifyingly powerful. What does this mean It means that the Celestial Empire possesses terrifying cultivation resources.

For these practitioners, the greatest temptation is resources.

As the saying goes, "People die for wealth and birds die for food." These people were consumed by greed, even forgetting the terrifying power Ye Bufan and the others had just displayed.

"Charge! What more do we need Kill them all, storm into China!"

Someone yelled, sounding the charge horn for all to hear.

Thus, these three or four thousand people were like they had been injected with chicken blood, roaring and surging towards Ye Bufan and the others.

Then, a shocking scene unfolded. Under three poplar trees, there were twenty or so Chinese people on one side, and three to four thousand Western strongmen on the other.

These people each brandished their weapons, murderous intent radiating from them, their momentum unstoppable.

Sanders incited others, but he remained motionless, a cold smile playing on his lips as he watched the unfolding scene.

He wanted to see how strong this young man really was. He would jump in immediately once he gained the upper hand.

Ye Bufan curled the corner of his mouth, disdain flickering in his eyes. Sometimes, being outnumbered worked, and sometimes it was utterly useless.

For example, even if there were ten or a hundred times more people now, it wouldn't make up for the difference in strength.

With a flick of his wrist, the Tianlei Pearl shot into the air. The sky instantly transformed, with rolling thunder and countless electric arcs, as thick as an adult's thigh, crisscrossing the space above.

On the Western army's side, a mummy king was charging bravely forward, but in mid-air, a bolt of lightning struck him, turning him completely into dust.

On the other side, the forces of darkness were utterly decimated. The Blood Clan had already been wiped out by Si Tu Dian Mo, and the remaining black wizards and zombies were powerless against the lightning.

These dark creatures are most afraid of the power of thunder, often a bolt of lightning can purify dozens of them with one strike.

Not only were the dark creatures suffering heavy casualties, but even the Olympian gods' abode and the golden lion clan of Asgard suffered tremendously under the onslaught of lightning.

The Heavenly Thunder Orb's lightning seemed endless, continuously pouring down upon these people.

As soon as the fighting began, half of the people from the Western Alliance were killed or wounded.

Now that everyone had calmed down, they realized the true danger of their opponent. They were hopelessly outmatched.

Run!

The great sage Shaluke was no longer arrogant and haughty. With a shout, he turned around and ran toward the direction he came from.the estate.Families like theirs all have their own private hospitals, and the best private doctors as well.In the ward at this moment, a burly doctor with a big mustache was looking at Ku Koci and Zha...