Looking at those terrifying figures that looked like gods, Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine.
At that moment, everyone in the entire Lin City, the entire Tiannan, the entire China, and even the entire Earth who was watching this scene fell silent!
The silence was instantly replaced by endless shock!
In order to deal with Ye Chen, the eight foreign immortal sects had sent a hundred almighties this time. The lowest cultivation base was at early-stage God Transformation Stage!
Ordinary God Transformation Stage cultivators were like immortals that were hard to find!
However, there were actually a hundred of them appearing at the same time!
How could this not make everyone's scalps go numb?!
At that moment, everyone who was watching through the live broadcast and satellite monitoring felt their hearts skip a beat when they saw this scene.
Even a small number of Chinese people who had hope for Ye Chen fell into despair at that moment when they saw such a lineup.
"H-How is this possible …"
The faces of the old Celestial Master of Mount Longhu and the rest who came twitched violently. They almost let out such a similar roar of disbelief from their trembling throats.
A hundred God Transformation Stage cultivators.
Even the combined strength of China would not be able to come up with such a lineup!
However, they were only here to deal with Ye Chen alone!
"It's over, it's all over …"
Countless people closed their eyes in despair.
"You with the surname Ye, you're in big trouble now …"
Fang Mingde and his grandson outside laughed gloatingly when they saw that. It was as if they could see Ye Chen's miserable fate.
In an ordinary high school in Jinling, the spacious classroom in Grade 3 Class 5 was filled with people.
The huge projector was currently showing the scene above Nine Dragons Bay. In particular, the appearance of the one hundred Soul Formation Stage powerhouses caused the entire classroom to fall into dead silence.
"Take a good look. This battle is unprecedented in the history of Earth. One is a legend of China, and the other is the eight foreign immortal sects that have descended on Earth!"
On the podium, a middle-aged man with a square face said in a deep voice, "Even though many of you have just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, you can still learn a lot from this battle."
The dozens of students below did not say a word as they stared at the shocking scene on the huge projector.
If Ye Chen were there, he would definitely notice that the man and lady sitting in the last row were Ye Chi and Yang Xue whom he had met earlier.
At that moment, Yang Xue and Ye Chi had complicated expressions on their faces because they realized that the man called Mad Southern Ye was the white-haired young man they saw last time.
"Teacher Mo, this is a battle without any suspense. What else do you want us to watch?"
In the quiet classroom, a handsome boy who was dressed in a unique way smiled in disdain. "This Mad Southern Ye is dead this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, many people immediately agreed.
"Wen Hao is right. I heard from my dad that Mad Southern Ye has offended the eight outer region immortal sects this time. What can he do to fight them?"
"In my opinion, this Ye fellow is overestimating himself …"
"Don't say that. I heard that Ye was once the strongest person on Earth …"
Ye Chi, who was sitting in the last row, suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart when he heard the voices mocking Ye Chen. It was as if the person closest to him was being insulted.
He immediately roared, "Shut up!"
The boy called Wen Hao glared at him coldly. "Ye Chi, what are you doing?"
Even the others could not help but look at Ye Chi.
Ye Chi clenched his fists and looked at him with bloodshot eyes. He enunciated word by word, "I! No! Xu! You said! That! Is! Ye! Uncle! Uncle! Yes! Bad! Words! "
He did not know why he was so angry, but he did not want Ye Chen to be hurt.
"Trash, you dare to threaten me after rebelling?"
Wen Hao's expression turned cold. He slammed the table and stood up immediately. He said while grinning coldly, "Ye will definitely die today. I told you, trash. What can you do to me?"
Bang!
As soon as he said that, a ruler shot over from the podium and knocked Wen Hao to the ground.
It was Teacher Mo who had attacked from the podium.
Wen Hao covered the ruler that was red and purple on his face and looked at Teacher Mo with a grim expression. "Mo Wenshan, how dare you attack me? Do you know … "
"Kneel!"
Teacher Mo unleashed his Foundation Building cultivation base and suppressed Wen Hao to the ground directly, shocking everyone.
He looked around at everyone and said in a powerful voice, "Mad Southern Ye is a legend of China. He has even contributed to China in the past. He was also the one who promoted the cultivation method. What right do you juniors have to blaspheme him?!"
Teacher Mo looked at the faces and was almost roaring, "I've always taught you to remember the righteousness of your ancestors. Did you hear that?
Do you still remember how many people risked their lives to fight the enemy outside Earth 13 years ago? Who used their tragic blood to fight for a chance to negotiate for Earth?
Do you know how many corpses and loyal souls of China's ancestors are buried in the vast starry sky? Do you know how many unyielding roars of our ancestors are echoing in the sky?! "
"If the young are strong, China will be strong. What is strong? First of all, it's character and temperament. I, Mo Wenshan, don't want to teach a bunch of ungrateful and selfish people who only know how to kneel and lick the enemy's boots! "
In the face of his first outburst, the huge classroom suddenly fell into silence. Many of the children looked sorrowful and ashamed.
Only the young man called Ye Chi clenched his fists and stared at the projector uneasily. He bit his lips and said, "Uncle, you must win. For yourself, for China!"
…
At the same time, above Nine Dragons Bay.
Over a hundred powerhouses from the eight great immortal sects stood quietly in the air and stared at Nine Dragons Bay below coldly. They did not say a word, and only the overwhelming killing intent and coldness swept everything.
Heaven and Earth fell silent, deathly still.
Everyone froze.
Even Su Yuhan, Ye Hai, and the rest who were next to Ye Chen could not help but feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Their faces turned pale.
Even Su Youwei was no exception.
On the other hand, everyone who knew Ye Chen was filled with despair. They no longer had any hope.
Ye Chen's expression remained the same as he stared at the void calmly. Seven figures walked out slowly from there.
Among these seven figures, there were men and women, monks and Daoists, and they were dressed differently. However, the invisible pressure they emitted was like a vast ocean. Even the ninety-three figures behind them were overshadowed by it.
The seven of them stepped forward, and the one leading them was a young man dressed in a blood-red robe. The young man's face was devilishly handsome, and the image of a blood-red river above his head made him look like an indomitable young demon god.
"Mad Southern Ye!"
The young man looked down at Ye Chen in a condescending manner and revealed a smile like a cat playing with a mouse, "Let me introduce myself. My name is God Son of Blood Sun. I'm from Ethereal Planet. The Ethereal Patriarch that you killed a few days ago is my clan elder!"
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