Something very strange had happened in Ling Can City.
The Blood Tribe army stationed near Ling Can City had silently retreated by five kilometers.
They couldn't even see their shadows in the first place. Now, they couldn't even see them with binoculars.
Why were they suddenly so terrified? The soldiers guarding the city were all dumbfounded.
In the beginning, some of the strategists thought that this was a strategic retreat by the Blood Tribe.
However, the Blood Tribe, who usually sent scouts to harass them every three days, had now holed up in a certain base for several days in a row.
The students were originally here for the end-of-term examination, but now, they were all like salted fish. They couldn't even fight a single scout, and all of them were living with zero merits.
Finally, General Wang Junming couldn't sit still any longer. He said to the soldiers, "There must be a reason behind this. The Blood Tribe has been behaving too strangely these past few days. They must be plotting something big. We can't just sit here and wait for death. We should take the initiative to attack and ruin their plans!"
Just like that, two thousand soldiers and a hundred students began to aggressively charge toward the Blood Tribe army fifty kilometers away.
"General Tyron! The Ling Can City army is charging toward us! "A Blood Tribe scout anxiously reported.
"What?!" A thin Blood Tribe male with gray hair abruptly stood up.
Tyron was the Blood Tribe powerful being who had witnessed Duru being mysteriously slapped to death with a single palm strike.
"I've already given in so much, so why are they still chasing after us?" Tyron gritted his teeth as his eyes flashed incessantly.
"No … If that powerful being is really here, why would they need to expend so much effort to attack us?
"That powerful being must have just happened to pass by Ling Can City and killed Duru in passing. There's no way he would be so bored as to mix with this army! "Tyron quickly analyzed an exciting fact.
He raised his arms and yelled, "Kids, after so many days of holding back, it's time to eat!"
The Blood Tribe soldiers all cheered in unison. They had been holding back for so many days and were about to throw up from drinking blood packets. Now, they could finally eat fresh blood essence!
Just like that, over a thousand Blood Tribe soldiers charged toward the human soldiers under General Tyron's leadership. The two armies finally clashed head-on!
However, it was also at this moment.
Boom boom boom …
Golden explosions engulfed the entire area!
Even the earth tremored from the explosions.
Three seconds later …
Tyron lay in a pool of blood, his entire body charred black. His lips trembled as he muttered, "How is this possible …"
The 2,000 human soldiers also murmured to themselves, "How could this be …"
More than a thousand Blood Tribe soldiers had been blasted beyond recognition. They lay on the ground, their vitality severed, and their faces were filled with confusion and pain.
The students silently turned their gazes to one of the men, their class monitor.
Xuanyuan Cheng raised his hands and said guiltily, "I'm sorry … I can't control my strength well when I'm agitated, and I accidentally killed them all. It's my fault that you guys didn't have the chance to train …"
The Flying Sword God was furious. "You were wrong this time! Let me add one more point, when dealing with such trash in the future … "
He pointed at Xu Xiaolan, An Lin, and Su Qianyun and said, "Can the three of you not make a move? Please give the other students a chance! "
The students nodded in agreement.
Teardrops rolled down Tyron's cheeks when he heard this. There were three more freaks who could kill the entire Blood Tribe army in one move?
What kind of bad luck was this?!
Why were these big shots playing house with a bunch of soldiers? Were they that bored?!
Just as Tyron was on the verge of breaking down, a dog's head appeared in his field of vision. The dog's round eyes were wide open, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared on its face.
"Hehe … There's still one alive? I'm going to finish you off, woof!"
A silvery-white blade of wind tore through the air, and the severely injured Tyron was completely unable to dodge it.
That peerlessly powerful blade of wind became the last glimmer of light he saw in his life.
In the final moments of his life, Tyron came to the tragic realization that he couldn't even defeat this dog in his best condition …
Splat!
Blood splattered everywhere, and a head was separated from his body.
The Blood Tribe army that had been eyeing Ling Can City was completely annihilated.
The soldiers guarding the city began to retreat, and all of them wore blank expressions on their faces.
So … what on earth had they come out to do this time?
At this moment, General Wang Junming stepped forward and said excitedly, "Everyone, just treat this as a long-distance training trip. We've gained quite a lot!"
Soldier morale: + 1, + 1, + 1, + 1 …
In any case, Ling Can City had achieved a complete victory in this battle.
Wang Junming and the Flying Sword God stood atop the city wall and gazed at the boundless Dark Marshlands in the distance. The sun was setting in the west, and the dark yellow hue of the setting sun added a sense of tragedy and desolation to this pitch-black land.
After witnessing the strength of Xuanyuan Cheng and the others, Wang Junming finally couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao, your students are so powerful. Why didn't they just wipe out all the surrounding Blood Tribe forces?"
"Because there are enemies more powerful than us." The Flying Sword God still didn't want to stand out too much.
"Enemies more powerful than you?" Wang Junming came to a sudden realization. "Are you afraid of the counterattack of the Return to Void Stage Blood Tribe lords?"
"No, I'm afraid of Emperor Yi Deng's counterattack," the Flying Sword God said solemnly.
Wang Junming: "…"
Emperor Yi Deng was a legendary powerful being of the Blood Tribe. If he really did make a move, he would probably target an entire tribe or a region. Why would he come to a mere city to wreak havoc?
Isn't Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao overthinking things?
Wang Junming was thinking this, but he wasn't going to say it out loud.
Right at this moment, Xuanyuan Cheng made his way over to the Flying Sword God with a conflicted expression. "Um, Teacher … there's something I want to tell you."
"Student Xuanyuan, just tell me what you want to say. There's no need to be so reserved." A warm smile appeared on the Flying Sword God's face.
"Um … Student An Lin has left this city. He said he's going to find a few Return to Void Stage Blood Tribe cultivators and tell us not to worry about him …" Xuanyuan Cheng said with difficulty.
The smile on the Flying Sword God's face gradually disappeared. "Didn't you say you wouldn't cause any trouble?!"
"Um … He said he's going to hide his identity, and he left Tina with us as a backup. He told us not to worry," Xuanyuan Cheng said with resignation.
The Flying Sword God massaged his brows. "What's he trying to do?"
"He said he needs to enrage a Return to Void Stage mighty figure to practice a cultivation method or something …" Xuanyuan Cheng hesitated momentarily before spitting out this ridiculous excuse.
The Flying Sword God: "…"
Enrage a Return to Void Stage mighty figure to obtain a cultivation method? What kind of f * cking excuse was that?!
However … what the homeroom teacher didn't expect was that all of this was true.
An Lin was bored out of his mind, and he looked at his system again. He was then shocked to find that the progress of the Heaven Blasting Cannon of War mission was showing signs of regressing again!
There were less than ten people left for the mission "make ten mighty figures above the Return to Void Stage like him"!
Most of these mighty figures had taken a liking to An Lin because of his cooking.
Ever since An Lin abandoned his cooking skills and didn't cook for them for two months, Xu Xiaolan had slowly replaced An Lin's position and transferred this "liking" to him …
That's right, his love had been snatched away by Xu Xiaolan …
The Heaven Blasting Cannon of War mission was facing a grave crisis.
In order to obtain the Heaven Blasting Cannon of War spell technique as soon as possible, An Lin decided to enrage the ten Return to Void Stage mighty figures as quickly as possible.
Currently, there were only six people left for the mission "make ten mighty figures above the Return to Void Stage hate me".
In other words, he still had to fight four Return to Void Stage mighty figures!
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