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The chilly breeze in the autumn rain gushed through the corpses and remnants outside War God
Castle.
Tang Hao's body had vanished into thin air after he self-destructed. Everything around him had turned
into ruins.
Sword Saint and King of Fighters walked out and stood before War God Castle. Upon noticing how
ravaged the sacred ground of the martial arts world was, they were overwhelmed by sorrow and guilt.
They blamed themselves for not being able to safeguard this place.
Peace was restored in the chaotic Mount Yan as the King of Fighters and Sword Saint walked out of
the building.
Upon seeing the two men coming in their direction, the martial artists, who were still putting up a fight,
started bursting into tears.
They bowed before Sword Saint and King of Fighters and said, “Heavenly Grandmaster is gone...”
“He sacrificed himself to protect us...”
Countless martial artists started tearing up and explained what happened to the two.
Sword Saint and King of Fighters were exceptionally calm because they were aware of it.
They looked at all the martial artists who survived the ordeal and gave them a faint smile. “Don't be too
hard on yourself. Heavenly Grandmaster was the pillar of China. It was his duty to safeguard all martial
artists, and he was passionate about it.”
“He lived an extraordinary life and had sacrificed his life for a great cause. To die for what he was
passionate about is a blessing, don't you think?” Sword Saint said in a calm voice as if he was an
elderly wise man with a wealth of life experience.
At that moment, Chu Sect fighters had made their way to the castle's entrance.
The leader of the bunch was Anderson, an elder from Chu Sect. While Tang Xian was the head of
elders, Anderson was second-in-command.
The person in charge of today's mission to destruct War God Castle was Anderson.
When they arrived at the castle's entrance, Anderson raised his hand and stopped his men from
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He stood in front of the castle, glared at Sword Saint and King of Fighters, and laughed haughtily. “Tang
Hao is dead—the pillar of China has collapsed. The collapse of War God Castle marks the end of
China. It's all over now!”
“Stop putting up a fight. It's not too late to raise the white flag.” Anderson stared at them
condescendingly as if a victor was looking down on the losers.
To Anderson, China's heyday was over. What he said was actually true to a certain extent.
He turned to Sword Saint and continued, “Honestly speaking, I thought it would be difficult to take War
God Castle down since China likes to boast of its five thousand years of martial arts history.”
“I'm surprised to see how weak you guys are. Chu Sect destroyed War God Castle merely by
mobilizing half of our resources, and we even did it in the absence of Ms. Tang. Do you still dare to call
yourself the pillar of your country? What a joke,” Anderson sneered.
Despite his sarcasm, Anderson did speak from the bottom of his heart.
He was disappointed with the war at Mount Yan.
Not only was Tang Yun not involved in the war, but Chu Sect also deployed a part of their men to attack
the martial arts world in Japan.
Yet, Chu Sect still managed to defeat Sword Saint and his men.
It was clear that those people were no match for Chu Sect.
Sword Saint responded, “Stop being so full of yourself. You've only defeated War God Castle but not
the entire Chinese martial arts world. We've been around for several thousands of years. We might not
have someone powerful now, but ten or twenty years down the road, I'm sure someone from
Saspiuburg will rise like a phoenix from the ashes!”
“And the man will avenge us and crush Chu Sect. He'll lead China's martial arts world to a greater
height!” Sword Saint said with great determination and a hard glint in his eyes.
Sword Saint felt helpless as he failed to protect the country, but he believed the new generation would
restore his people to their former glory!
Anderson instantly let out a mirthless laugh. “Dream on! Now that we've gotten War God Castle out of
the way, we'll start exterminating the entire martial arts world in China, and this will mark the end of all
our people. So stop dreaming of making a comeback!”
Anderson instantly crushed Sword Saint's and his men's spirit with merely a few words.
Sword Saint cussed, “You ruthless monster!”
He then raised his sword and charged at his opponents.
King of Fighters, too, brandished his sword and ran toward the Chu Sect fighters.
The rest of the Chinese martial artists also launched an attack on their enemy.
“They're at their wits' end now. Today will be their doomsday!”
Anderson narrowed his eyes and ordered his men, “Fall in!”
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Heeding Anderson's instructions, his men charged at their opponents.
They clasped their hands and gathered their aura.
In the blink of an eye, a terrifying aura emanated from their body.
The energy wave billowed like floodwaters, inundating the peak of Mount Yan.
Had Gaius and the others been here, they would have immediately recognized the formation. It was the
Cloud Sun Immortal Army that Chu Family Protectors used when Ye Fan attacked Chu Sect!
The formation's power swept across the land.
Sword Saint and King of Fighters were both injured. Even if they combined forces now, they might not
be able to take Anderson down.
Besides, Anderson and his men exuded their combined power using Cloud Sun Immortal Army.
The energy wave hit Sword Saint and King of Fighters, sending them flying and causing them to spew
blood.
Anderson looked at Sword Saint and King of Fighters. “Let me ask you one last time—are you two
willing to surrender to Chu Sect?”
Anderson's voice rumbled over Mount Yan, and his body dwelled in the light. It was as if he was a god
who stared down at his subjects on the ground.
He had given Sword Saint and King of Fighters an ultimatum.
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“You conniving people from Chu Sect really think a powerful nation like China will throw in the towel
and surrender to you?”
King of Fighters would rather die than give in to Chu Sect.
“Well then. If that's your decision, be prepared to face your death!”
Anderson had run out of patience.
He started gathering an energy on his palm.
The energy emanated a sharp beam and turned into a sword. In a fit of anger, he raised the sword and
swung it at Sword Saint and King of Fighters!
“Father!”
“Sword Saint!”
“King of Fighters...”
“No!”
Outside the remnants of War God Castle, all martial artists from China roared in utter despair.
But crying would not resolve the situation. Why would they need the sword for?
All of a sudden, a wrathful roar resonated from the horizons at that critical stage.
“How dare you, b*stards from Chu Sect?” The fuming roar blasted through the sky.
Soon, a large palm that had blocked out the sun descended from the sky.
A powerful open-hand strike hindered the attack of hundreds and thousands of Chu Sect fighters!
The second strike caused the Chu Sect fighters to stagger backward, and the third strike instantly
crushed the Cloud Sun Immortal Army formation!
The intense attacks forced Anderson and the other elders to retreat. In the end, they knocked against a
giant rock and spewed a mouthful of blood.
“Who is that?”
“How dare you disrupt our plan? Don't you know we're from Chu Sect?”
Anderson spat out the blood in his mouth and shrieked with bloodshot eyes.
Sword Saint and King of Fighters stared into the distance. So did the other martial artists from China.
They could not help but wonder who the person was.
A gust of chilly wind swept over, creating a sandstorm.
Suddenly, a man in white emerged at Mount Yan's peak and descended like a deity.
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