In the forbidden area of the back mountain of the Capital's First Intermediate Martial Arts Academy, a giant golden dragon python slithered down from a massive tree and approached an old man.
"Elder Li, the spatial rift is becoming more unstable. It seems those wolf bastards are about to make a move."
Upon closer inspection, the old man bore an eighty percent resemblance to Li Zhenshan. The elder's name was Li Zhenhai, the twin brother of Dean Li Zhenshan.
Twenty years ago, the Li Zhenhai and Li Zhenshan brothers were severely injured. The younger brother, Li Zhenshan, lost his hope of advancing to Diamond level and instead became the dean of the First Intermediate Martial Arts Academy, cultivating elite talents for humanity.
As for his elder brother, Li Zhenhai, he was rumored to have died, but in reality, he became the guardian of the spatial rift in the heartland of humanity. Twelve years ago, he successfully advanced to Diamond level and is now the person in charge of the spatial rift at the First Intermediate Martial Arts Academy.
Li Zhenhai slowly spoke, "I have already sent a message to Zhenshan, telling him to give the students a holiday, leaving only assistant instructors above Silver high-tier and teachers at Golden level.
How is Golden Flood Dragon? Can it still suppress its realm?"
"It can only suppress it for two more days at most. Old Golden should have advanced a few days ago, but he was afraid that the lack of reinforcements would affect his advancement and prematurely trigger the war.
This brat Golden Flood Dragon has learned to consider the overall situation. Good, he's made progress." A group of strong and heroic figures passed through the barrier and walked towards the forbidden area.
"Linglong girl, now that Old Man is here, let it advance with peace of mind. Becoming a Lord as soon as possible will be a great help." Leading the group was Ouyang Xinlan's father, Lin Zhan's maternal grandfather, Ouyang Chengshan.
"Uncle Chengshan."
"General Ouyang."
"Old Li, you and your brother have worked hard. You've sacrificed too much for humanity over the years."
"Compared to those brothers who died for a righteous cause, what are we? General, please don't say that anymore." Li Zhenhai and Li Zhenshan were once subordinates of Ouyang Chengshan. Even though Ouyang Chengshan was now a Lord, he still addressed him as General.
"Old Li, don't worry. If such a day comes, I will have my children see you off in your old age."
Ouyang Chengshan turned to Linglong and said, "Go, girl. Let Golden Flood Dragon advance without worry. Not only is Old Man here, but look who else has arrived."
"Big Brother Zhang Zhen, why are you dressed like this?"
Zhang Zhen, dressed in a guard's uniform, walked out. "I'm disguised as Uncle Chengshan's guard company. This time, we'll give those wolf bastards and the Myriad Races Church a surprise."
The person who arrived was Zhang Lingxiu's father, the renowned Thunder Lord Zhang Zhen, whom Lin Zhan referred to as his father-in-law.
"Back then, Uncle Lin killed four Lords of the wolf race. If we hadn't been afraid of the beast race behind the wolf race sending their King to participate, we could have wiped them out then. It's a pity Uncle Lin is gone, and my brother is in such a situation." Zhang Zhen harbored resentment over the Lin Shanhe father and son.
"It's also thanks to Zhan'er's talent. In this battle, Zhan'er and his two contracted spirit pets killed five Golden-level martial artists. Although they were all low-tier and mid-tier, Zhan'er is only at Bronze peak." Ouyang Chengshan said with relief.
"By the way, Zhang Zhen, when you have time, make a trip. Zhang San, the son of Zhang San from the Myriad Races Church, was killed by Zhan'er. His eldest disciple has sent a message to Zhang San, threatening Zhan'er and vowing to kill his entire family."
"Are there still such arrogant people? Do they know who Zhan'er is? How dare they touch my son-in-law? Once this is over, I'll go and slaughter everyone related to Zhang San.
Damn it, do they really think they're the boss of the heavens and the earth? I've never seen such an arrogant person." Zhang Zhen said with surging killing intent.
If anyone present on the battlefield at that time heard Zhang Zhen's words, they would surely have been dumbfounded. This was truly a case of "like father, like son-in-law."
The tone of your father-in-law's speech is exactly the same. One rides a turtle and kills people, and his son wants to kill his father. The other is even more extreme, more ruthless than exterminating nine generations of a family; anyone with even a slight connection will be killed.
Who can be more arrogant than the two of you?
"That's right. It's no wonder everyone says your temper is even more like Lin Hu's son than Lin Shanhe's." Ouyang Chengshan agreed wholeheartedly.
Outside the forbidden area, within the First Intermediate Martial Arts Academy.
Dean Li Zhenshan was studying a deployment map with two middle-aged men in general's uniforms.
Dean Li breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Zhongyong, Zhongyi, now that you father and son are here, I can rest easy."
The two middle-aged generals were Lin Zhan's maternal uncles, Ouyang Zhongyong and Ouyang Zhongyi, who were ordered to lead a field division to garrison the Intermediate Academy.
"Teacher Li, please rest assured. Our Intermediate Academy is definitely safe this time.
As for the High Academy, you don't need to worry. We have the secret guardians of humanity there, and Ye Fan, the Divine Sword Lord and director of the Martial Arts General Bureau, is also stationed in the capital and can provide support at any time." Ouyang Zhongyi said meaningfully to Li Zhenshan.
Li Zhenshan, having come from the military himself, naturally knew that some confidential missions could not be revealed to those not involved.
"Boss, I heard Zhan'er performed very well this time, killing several Golden-level martial artists." Ouyang Zhongyi said to his elder brother.
"This time, the Myriad Races Church was led by Zhang San, the 'Outlawed Madman,' and Li Si, the 'Bloody Butcher,' two of the eight Diamond-level martial artists of the Myriad Races Church, right?
I heard Zhan'er killed Zhang San's only son, and Zhang San vowed to kill Zhan'er's entire family to avenge his son.
If they are indeed leading the charge, boss, we can't let this Zhang San and Li Si get away. Let's send his son to reunite with his father directly."
"Second brother, have you forgotten who arrived this time? With that elder brother's personality, any thought of touching Zhan'er is wrong."
After Li Haoran achieved victory, thanks to Xiao Hei's sudden appearance, he caught the enemy off guard, and the battle ended in a short period, causing no excessive casualties.
However, 85 Bronze-level and 12 Silver-level martial artists were killed upon first contact. After the battlefield was cleared, the fallen personnel of the Myriad Races Church were cremated on the spot.
The bodies of the comrades were loaded onto transport vehicles, and the entire convoy returned towards the city.
The members of Class 3, Year 9, and Li Wenyan's squadron were in a large transport vehicle. Looking at the faces that had been reduced by nearly half, they couldn't help but sigh at the cruelty of war.
"Although my heart aches, I must tell you that compared to the brutality of the Myriad Races battlefield, these casualties are nothing." Li Wenyan said slowly with a sad tone.
When it came to heartache, no one could compare to Li Wenyan.
Li Wenyan had led the Third Squadron for nearly five years, but they had never suffered such heavy casualties. More than half of the squadron was lost, with less than 50 people able to return on their own vehicles. Sudan Novel Network.
However, these were words he had to say, to impart the true cruelty and experience of war to these juniors.