13th of November.
The sky had just turned bright. When the first rooster crowed in winter, the entire China was already in an uproar.
Countless undercurrents were surging.
That was because today was the most important day in China!
India, Japan, Mount Olympus, the Vatican, and nearly a hundred other countries, more than 30 secret realms, had joined forces to suppress China.
Today, the number one person in China, Mad Southern Ye, would fight the Hundred Nations Alliance Army on China's sea.
It could be said that today was a battle between the East and the West that was hard to come by in hundreds of years.
Everyone was paying close attention to this decisive battle.
That was because this battle would definitely leave a grand mark in the development of human civilization. No matter which side won, the world situation would undergo earth-shattering changes.
When the powerhouses of the Hundred Nations rushed toward China one after another, the country was also filled with extreme killing intent.
"The battle is about to begin!"
A quasi-saint of China stood at the peak of the mountain and looked down in all directions, "Everyone, as the saying goes, chivalry is for the country and the people. The Chinese martial artists have been passed down to this day, but the word 'chivalry' has been passed down since ancient times.
Now that the Hundred Nations have joined forces, although it looks like they're going to suppress Mad Southern Ye on the surface, have they ever taken China seriously?! "
"I'm not talented, but I'm willing to be Mad Southern Ye's vanguard today. I respect him as the king of China, kill the enemies from all directions, and defend the dignity of China!"
The old man took a step forward without hesitation. There were countless followers behind him, and their eyes were filled with determination.
In a shabby Taoist temple in Tong State.
Many disciples of the temple looked at an old man in a Taoist robe in front of them with reluctance. Their eyes were slightly wet.
The old man's face was old, and his face was covered in age spots. It was as if he could die at any time.
The old man glanced at everyone and smiled calmly, "After I go, disband the temple and leave the mountain. There's no need to erect a monument for me!"
In Tibet, an old lama carried a coffin with one hand and staggered, "The flying snow shoots the white deer in the sky. The Laughing Book God leans on the green duck. A man should die to repay his country!"
At the Inhumans Association in Beijing.
The president of the Inhumans Association, Lu Tao, stood on the high platform and looked down at the dense crowd with an extremely solemn expression.
"President, 83,821 Mutants of Level 5 and above are all in position!" One of the upper echelons stepped forward and announced.
Lu Tao took one last deep look at everyone. He didn't say anything. Instead, he raised his right hand and waved it. "Let's go!!!"
Tens of thousands of people followed closely behind.
…
Such scenes appeared in various corners of China at almost the same time. In the end, there were more than 200,000 people gathered.
"Protect China!!!"
"Kill all enemies in all directions!!!"
"We Chinese martial artists dare to fight and die!!!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight! The disciples of River East are still here today, and we are willing to make a comeback with the King! "
All of a sudden, the entire China was in an uproar, and the blood-boiling sound almost swept across the country.
Among the ordinary people who witnessed this scene, there were many elderly people, women, and children.
Everyone's expression was extremely complicated, and there were faint traces of tears in their eyes.
China responded to Mad Southern Ye alone and went to fight the powerhouses of the Hundred Nations without hesitation!
This time, no one knew how many people would die in battle, and no one knew how many would return alive.
In the crowd, an old man with a walking stick took a deep breath in and shouted with all his might, "China will win!"
"China will win!"
The people behind him roared repeatedly.
…
At 10 am on the 13th of November.
Ye Chen left Tiannan and pointed his sword at China's sea area!
His companions included the Patriarch of Hell, Ye Wushuang, Luo Tianya, Elder Qing Xuan of the Kunlun Ruins' Ninth Peak, Wu Tianhou, and Corpse Sect's sect master …
…
On the southern coast of China.
The nearest city to this place was Minnan.
Ever since Ye Chen killed three overlords of the sea in the sea and flattened the sea within 30,000 kilometers with his sword, many sea clans surrendered and no longer dared to go against the land.
At this moment, although the southern sea was calm, there was a murderous aura that covered the sky.
"Is this China's sea?"
At this moment, as a magnetic voice rang out, the calm sea was instantly broken.
It was a middle-aged man in white clothes. The man had long golden hair draped over his shoulders, and his entire body was filled with power.
If there were Indian cultivators present, they would definitely realize that the man was the first disciple of India's number one powerhouse, the Golden Lion King, Gerrard, Harris.
This person was the strongest person in India after the Beast Emperor, Gerrard. He was even known as the Great Sage!
"What powerful natural essence energy!" Behind him, another old man with red hair and black eyes walked over.
The old man carried a powerful force. Every step he took caused the sea within a radius of 3,000 meters to tremble.
Saint Harris's eyes shone brightly, "I didn't expect the most powerful Yin Yang Master in Japan, the Heavenly Yin Master, to be here personally.
"China is really a good place!"
The Japanese Heavenly Yin Master took a deep breath in, "The essence energy is like a flood, and the luck is like a dragon. If the Japanese can enter China, the entire country will definitely soar!"
"Honorable Heavenly Yin Master, you're not the only one who's interested in China."
At that moment, a golden-haired, blue-eyed, gentlemanly old man from England walked over.
"So it's the Second Prince of the Blood Race's Demon Feast Alliance, Lord Rodney!"
The Heavenly Yin Master frowned slightly, "The Demon Feast Alliance actually sent you here. Looks like they're determined to win!"
Behind them, there was a large group of experts that gathered like tidewater. Their formation and might practically caused space to faintly tremble.
"Looks like I'm early!"
The Second Prince of the Blood Race, Rodney, looked around and smiled faintly, "Totem City in North America, the Vatican, Mount Olympus, and the dozens of secret realms and holy lands in South Africa haven't arrived yet …"
"Let's wait!"
A cold gleam flashed in the Indian Saint's eyes, "When everyone is here, it'll be time for us to kill our way into China!"
At this point, he smiled disdainfully, "Moreover, Mad Southern Ye hasn't arrived yet. Without this person, our trip this time will be a little boring."
"Mad Southern Ye thinks that he can fight against us with his own strength. He's simply arrogant and doesn't know his place!"
The Heavenly Yin Master mocked.
"He's just an excuse for us to act up!"
Saint Harris shook his head slightly, "Previously, Mad Southern Ye went on a killing spree in China and greatly weakened China's strength. My master has been planning for this day for a long time."
"That's right. When Mad Southern Ye dies, it'll be time for us to kill our way into China!"
The Second Prince of the Blood Race licked his lips, "I can't control myself when I think about the delicious blood of young girls in China …"
(End of this chapter)
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