The gunpowder smell in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield grew increasingly potent. Among the human race's 226 Quasi-Kings, 200 were ancient Quasi-Kings on the brink of death, awakened from their graves for one final battle.
Nearly 600 Quasi-King powerhouses from the Dragon and Sacred Beast clans formed battle formations with the human Quasi-Kings, facing the covetous Quasi-Kings of the Ten Thousand Races. War was imminent.
A red flood dragon, 500 meters long, said to Lin Wufa: "Wufa, I never expected my brother and I to fight side-by-side again. Perhaps today will be our last moment of glory. What do you say, old friend? Shall we charge ahead first, creating a chance for the youngsters behind us?"
Lin Wufa nodded and said, "Hong Jiao, you're still the same. You're a fire-attribute flood dragon, yet you have a heart as gentle as water. We've been brothers for decades; let's walk this final path together."
"Brother Wufa, have you forgotten about me?" an old man, missing one leg and leaning on a cane while holding a spear, shouted to Lin Wufa.
Lin Wufa's eyes lit up upon seeing the newcomer. "Brother Yue, you're alive! Good, good! I truly didn't expect to see you again."
Then, Lin Wufa noticed the old man's missing leg and said, "Brother Yue, your lifespan is not yet exhausted. Why must you wade into this muddy water? Though you've lost a leg, our human race's younglings still rely on your guidance. Your Yue Family Spear Technique must not be lost."
The one-legged old man laughed heartily, "Rest assured, brother. I have already taught nearly a hundred spear masters of the human race over the years. The Yue Family Spear Technique will not be lost. My three sons and six disciples have all inherited my spear techniques, and I have even taught two Quasi-Kings! Haha, my final wish is to die on the battlefield. Otherwise, to die in bed as this old cripple, I would die with regrets."
"Exactly, Wufa, don't worry. I'll carry old Yue onto the battlefield, just like in the old days. Let's brothers fight ferociously once more," a giant black one-eyed tiger emerged from the Divine Beast clan. With a flick of its head, it tossed the old Quasi-King Yue onto its back.
Lin Wufa and the others retrieved a large number of Quasi-King crystal cores from their spatial storage and shattered them. Instantly, dense spiritual energy permeated the entire human battle formation.
The ancient Quasi-Kings, on the verge of death, slowly recovered in the abundant spiritual energy. Their hunched bodies straightened, and powerful auras soared towards the heavens.
Lin Hai and the other 26 human Quasi-Kings, with bloodshot eyes, looked at the figures within the dense spiritual energy. They knew that these old Quasi-Kings were using the spiritual energy from the crystal cores to forcefully restore themselves to their peak condition.
It was like pouring gasoline on a flickering flame; after a fierce blaze, all that awaited was its extinguishment.
Similarly, these old Quasi-Kings were in the same predicament. If they couldn't find an opportunity to break through to Kingship in this battle, all that awaited them was to burn brightly for a final time, like a bonfire, before becoming cold embers.
The humans, dragons, and sacred beasts within the spiritual energy, their figures already incredibly aged, now appeared vigorous and strong.
Lin Wufa transformed into a warrior clad in armor, wielding a long-handled saber similar to Cheng Ying. He looked back at his two nephews, Lin Hai and Lin Shan, and said with a hint of jest, "Little Hai, Little Shan, your second uncle looks younger than you guys now. If we went out, young ladies would think you two are my uncles, hahaha." S.D. Novel Network.
Hong Jiao also roared with laughter, "Hahaha, Wufa, you old scoundrel, you're still thinking about young ladies at a time like this?"
"Hahaha," several old comrades burst into laughter.
Lin Wufa looked at the recovered ancient Quasi-Kings of the three races and shouted, "Brothers, let's fight heartily one last time! Let's show these sons of bitches from the Ten Thousand Races who the bosses are on the Universal Battlefield. Then, we old brothers will go together."
"Hahaha, listen to big brother, brothers, charge!"
"That's right, you sons of bitches from the Ten Thousand Races, your fathers are here! Haha."
Following the earth-shattering laughter came the battle cries filled with murderous intent. The nearly 800 ancient Quasi-Kings of the three races charged towards the battle formation of the Ten Thousand Races as one.
The human Kings in the void, watching the battle below, also became agitated.
Di Xin shouted to the Kings, "See that? That's my offspring down there! We can't let these youngsters outdo us. Let's have a good go at it ourselves first."
With that, Di Xin charged towards the Kings of the Ten Thousand Races before him, directly engaging a Town-Protecting King of the Demon race.
Di Xin's strength was already at the peak among Town-Protecting Kings. If not for the suppression of human destiny, Di Xin would have long since advanced to the level of Emperor.
"Human Emperor Sword Dao, Astonishing Egret!" Di Xin, with a single sword strike, felled the King he was fighting. He then charged towards another King of the Ten Thousand Races.
Yu Longyan, Black Dragon Emperor Black Dragon King, Hou Yi, Da Yu, Shang Tang, Jin Ao, Xuan Ming, and eight other Emperors stood tall in the void, their gazes fixed on the 12 Emperors of the Ten Thousand Races.
Shang Tang pouted, "I just don't like that Zi Xin kid. Why must he cultivate the Human Emperor Sword Dao? Isn't our family's Overlord Saber fragrant? With the Great Starfire, I can daze them, then chop them. Look at this kid, what is he doing, so effeminate."
Da Yu rolled his eyes at Shang Tang and said, "Stop it. You just feel like your family's bloodline is too thin and you're afraid those old guys will come and deal with you, so you're determined to dislike Zi Xin, trying to shift the blame onto him. Who told your family to be so foolish and play at monogamy? Look at how Zi Xin has been managed, he only married two wives, and one of them died.
Shang Tang directly cursed at this indecent old man, "I don't like listening to your nonsense. So what if you married many? What good is a large number? Call out all your brats and let me see if any of them are stronger than my Zhan'er. Your entire brood is worse than the last, like a weasel giving birth to a bean pole."
"I'm telling you, stop blabbering useless nonsense in front of me all the time. Don't force me to fight you. Being older doesn't count for anything here." Shang Tang, as the founder of the Great Shang Dynasty, truly had a terrible temper.
Da Yu covered his face and said, "How did this wild creature get out first? Whose idea was this?"
Hou Yi looked at his grand-nephew and said, "Great nephew, don't complain. It's because his grandchildren are useful. If you let this kid stir up trouble on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield for another year, I'll tell you, everyone who comes out will be from the Great Shang family. Don't forget that old fellow E Bo has an even worse temper. Be careful yourself."