Chapter 110: The Nine Yang Mission Completed (Could You Spare Me a Monthly Ticket?)

Ke Bei knew that if he did not slaughter these zombies, it would be difficult to find the members of the God Race. Since these zombies had to be killed sooner or later, he decided to stop holding back. Although he did not use his internal energy, his current speed and strength, combined with his blood-stained broadsword, made killing zombies as easy as chopping vegetables.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ke Bei fought with a frenzy. Every swing of his blade claimed forty or fifty zombies. Everywhere he passed, corpses lay strewn across the field. In just two hours, he had already slaughtered more than half of the zombie horde.

Many primary and intermediate members of the God Race, who had been hiding among the zombies, were also cut down by Ke Bei.

Boom!

With one strike, he cleared all the zombies within a five-meter radius. Ke Bei’s eyes were cold as he exhaled softly. He glanced at the remaining hundred thousand zombies, a cold sneer playing on his lips.

Almost there! The mission was about to be completed!

Thinking of the final stage of the Nine Yang Divine Skill mission, Ke Bei’s heart burned with anticipation. At this rate, he would certainly finish off all the zombies and God Race members in another hour. Seeing the mission nearing completion, he grew increasingly restless.

"Damn it, forget it, I can't take it anymore!"
"Full power!"

Boom!

With a low roar from Ke Bei, the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill surged forth madly! Instantly, all zombies within a ten-meter radius were blasted away; his immense power pulverized their bodies. Unless they were of the God Race, even purple-haired zombies would be shattered to pieces by the sudden eruption of his Nine Yang energy.

"Die!"

Ke Bei pushed off the ground with his feet, his body shooting forward like a bolt of lightning. Surrounded by an invisible layer of internal energy, he turned countless zombies into dust as he collided with them. With the internal energy flowing into his arms, his already lightning-fast broadsword became even more terrifying.

Swish! Swish!

The blade, glinting with a faint silver light, struck hundreds of times in a single breath! As the blade flashed, hundreds of zombies were sliced in two. Between the force of his physical collisions and his thunderous blade, Ke Bei’s killing speed reached its limit. At least several hundred fell by his hand every second. It only took a little more effort to hunt down the God Race members hiding in the crowd. After an hour of such frantic slaughter, the entire stronghold was almost completely wiped clean.

With a wild, ferocious grin, Ke Bei looked at the fewer than one hundred God Race members and the four or five hundred remaining zombies. He stepped forward, walking over the mountain of cold, shattered corpses, advancing toward them step by step.

"Leader, what do we do?" the remaining ninety-seven God Race members looked at their intermediate-level leader, asking with a hint of panic. To them, the human walking toward them was a true Grim Reaper.

Slaughtering hundreds of thousands of zombies in just six hours—what else could he be but a reaper?

"It is almost time. The God King should be on his way. Once the God King arrives, this human will surely die!" The intermediate God Race leader stared fixedly at Ke Bei, silently counting the time.

Ke Bei’s terror had far exceeded his expectations. He had originally thought the hundreds of thousands of zombies could hold off the human for at least five hours, but he never imagined they would be decimated in a mere three hours, along with almost all the primary and intermediate God Race members.

"Flee! Scatter and run with all your might!" the leader breathed a cold sigh and said in a deep voice. The God King was almost there; if they didn't run, they would be killed by the human before the God King could arrive. Once they were all dead, the human would surely leave!

They could not let the human leave! They had to stall until the God King arrived!

All the God Race members looked at their leader with complex expressions. They understood the implication: they were doomed to die today, but if they could buy a little time before their deaths, then their sacrifice would have value. If the human left before the God King arrived, then the deaths of all the advanced, intermediate, and primary God Race members, as well as the hundreds of thousands of zombies, would have been in vain.

"Go!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At the leader’s low roar, the remaining hundred God Race members scattered in all directions.

"Roar!"

Simultaneously, the remaining four or five hundred zombies snarled and lunged at Ke Bei.

"Trying to run?"

A cold glint flashed in Ke Bei’s eyes. He sheathed his broadsword and swept his hands across the leather pouch at his waist. Instantly, six throwing knives appeared in his palms.

"Die!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The six knives pierced the air, accompanied by six deafening sonic booms as they whistled toward the six remaining intermediate God Race members. Their speed was far superior to the primary members, so Ke Bei’s first targets were naturally them. Once they were dead, his speed would allow him to chase down the others in an instant.

Puchi! Puchi!

With six soft sounds, the knives, imbued with the Nine Yang Divine Skill, instantly pierced their skulls. The scorching internal energy within the blades shattered their divine cores. In the blink of an eye, the intermediate members fell dead. Ke Bei sneered, scanned their corpses, and pushed off the ground, shooting toward the nearest primary God Race members.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Using the Lingbo Micro-steps to its limit, two clear afterimages appeared. The next moment, Ke Bei was less than a hundred meters from three primary God Race members. Three more knives appeared in his palms, and with a cold laugh, he sent them whistling through the air.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The knives flew, and the three primary God Race members collapsed to the ground. Ke Bei stepped hard, twisted his body, and continued his pursuit. He had plenty of knives; as long as he got within a hundred meters, the merciless blades would strike, harvesting their lives.

While Ke Bei was easily hunting down the fleeing God Race, in the Nine Desolation Battlefield, inside a God Race military camp, a primary God Race member knelt trembling on the ground.

"You mean to say that a single human at the Mortal Severing Stage slaughtered all the advanced members in your stronghold?"

Sitting on a purple jade throne, a bewitching youth in purple armor looked indifferently at the creature kneeling before him, his cold voice devoid of emotion.

"Yes," the primary member replied, head bowed and voice trembling.

"You may rise." The bewitching man on the throne stood up slowly, touched the ring on his index finger, and spoke expressionlessly.

The primary member stood up shakily. It was merely a primary member, and this was its first time being so close to a God King realm expert. The faint pressure made it feel as though it couldn't stand; even after rising, its legs continued to tremble uncontrollably.

The God King in purple armor frowned and paced back and forth. He had military duties in the camp and could not easily leave, but if he let a super-genius capable of killing a hundred advanced God Race members go, it would surely become a significant trouble in the future. He did not want to see a second "Jiu Jiang" emerge among the humans.

The God Race had three thousand God King realm experts stationed in the Nine Desolation Battlefield, and the Beast Race had ten thousand king-level beasts! So many experts were stationed there for only one reason: the existence of one man!

That man was "Jiu Jiang," one of the founders of the three major human bases! The entire Nine Desolation Battlefield existed for him alone!

The God Race and the Beast Race combined had thirteen thousand God-of-War realm experts, yet humans had only four hundred and ninety-two! However, because of Jiu Jiang, the two races remained at a disadvantage despite their numerical superiority.

Humanity’s overall strength was far weaker than that of the God and Beast races. But humanity had three individuals who had transcended the God-of-War realm. As long as they did not fall, no matter how strong the two races were, they could not shake humanity’s position. Unless the God or Beast races produced someone who also transcended the God-of-War realm, they could not match humanity in peak power. If humanity lost its advantage in top-tier power, then with the other races being ten times stronger, it would be easy to wipe out humanity.

The God Race’s progenitor and the Beast Race’s ancestor were both individuals who had transcended the God-of-War realm. Between them, they only had two such beings, while humanity had three! If humanity gained another, it would be a catastrophe for the God and Beast races. That was why the God King felt a sense of caution upon hearing that a Mortal Severing Stage human had killed over a hundred advanced God Race members.

The Mortal Severing Stage was usually nothing, but one capable of such a feat could not be underestimated. Humanity valued geniuses highly; usually, these super-geniuses were kept inside base cities until they reached the God-of-War realm before being allowed to train in the Nine Desolation Battlefield.

"Come with me!"

After a moment of silence, the God King finally decided to kill this human super-genius. A low-level stronghold meant little to the God Race, but a Mortal Severing Stage human with such potential might one day transcend the God-of-War realm. Wasting time to eliminate him now was equivalent to killing a future God-of-War; the God King felt it was a worthwhile trade.

Boom!

The God King waved his sleeve, and an invisible force enveloped the primary member. In an instant, they soared into the air, flying toward the stronghold Ke Bei had already destroyed.

Inside the ruins, Ke Bei’s eyes glinted coldly as he pursued the final four primary God Race members.

"Die!"

Ke Bei shouted coldly. Four throwing knives whistled through the air, striking the targets a hundred meters away. As the four collapsed, Ke Bei exhaled in relief.

The God Race members and zombies in the entire stronghold had been almost entirely wiped out. The mission to destroy the low-level stronghold should be considered complete.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the final stage of the Nine Yang Divine Skill mission. Do you wish to claim your reward immediately?"

Just as this thought crossed Ke Bei's mind, a crisp voice rang out in his head.