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Chapter 1470: On Par with the Netherworld King

"After this battle, the Blood Clan and Werewolves may not make any more moves for a while. Their power has been severely depleted! So many Martial Saints have fallen."

Xiao Zheng thought to himself, "But they will definitely not forget this humiliation and hatred, and they are likely to retaliate once they find the chance. This is actually a good thing, as it keeps the Huaxia Martial Artists constantly vigilant, so their vigor and courage will not wane."

While thinking, Ruan Qingfeng, Yue Qianshan, Wang Daoxuan, Zuo Longyi, and others came before Xiao Zheng and reported, "The Evil God has made his move, the enemy has been completely annihilated by us, and we have won this battle!"

Xiao Zheng nodded.

He glanced at all the Huaxia Martial Artists.

All of these Huaxia Martial Artists were stained with blood, and many were seriously injured, with some even having lost an arm.

However, even so, on that battlefield, their spines remained upright, and their gazes were extremely sharp.

Clearly, after the baptism of this battle, their energy and spirit transformed profoundly.

Xiao Zheng nodded, then raised his fist and swung it heavily towards the sky, shouting, "We won!" His voice echoed across the battlefield.

Instantly.

Thunderous cheers resounded to the heavens.

These Iron-blooded Warriors waved their arms, shouting loudly, venting the excitement and joy in their hearts.

Ruan Qingfeng and others also smiled; previously, when the Blood Clan and Werewolves attacked, they were preparing to surrender because the strength of the Blood Clan and Werewolves was too terrifying.

But who would have thought that under Xiao Zheng’s leadership, they defeated such powerful forces as the Blood Clan and Werewolves?

Vlad III, War God Heke, Nicola, Beros, Death Warriors...

Each one was a renowned strongman among the Blood Clan and Werewolves.

These people, in past ages, fought alongside the Blood Clan and Werewolves, earning terrifying reputations across the entire world, causing everyone to tremble wherever they went.

But they all died!

Died at the hands of the Huaxia Martial Arts Alliance Army!

Such a victory cannot simply be described by the word ’glorious’; it’s an achievement for the ages!

After all, even looking back through the annals of history, there has never been such a decisive victory.

"Thank the Evil God for avenging Huaxia’s shame, spreading Huaxia’s might, and establishing an unparalleled merit for Huaxia!"

Suddenly, Ruan Qingfeng knelt with a loud thud on one knee, shouting with heartfelt conviction.

The originally cheering crowd fell silent upon hearing this, and then there was a loud crash.

Everyone knelt on one knee, with eyes showing fervor, shouting with all their might.

"Thank the Evil God! For avenging Huaxia’s shame! For spreading Huaxia’s might! For establishing an unparalleled merit for Huaxia!!!"

Their voices, like giant waves, surged to the skies, echoing across the land.

Everyone did so willingly.

Everyone knew that without the Evil God, such a victory would have been impossible!

Back then, Vlad III and the War God Heke attacked the Medicine King Valley, enslaving the martial arts sanctuary and slaughtering Huaxia martyrs, enraging all of Huaxia with fear and dread. It was the Evil God who swiftly killed Heke and retrieved the martyrs’ remains.

Back then, at the Sect Conference, Yao Qiantu and Hua Muyang harbored sinister motives, wanting to drag all of Huaxia down by surrendering to the Blood Clan and Werewolves. Once again, it was the Evil God who appeared, exposing Yao and Hua’s conspiracy, turning the tide of the Sect Conference and forming the Huaxia Martial Arts Alliance Army.

Previously, the Martial Arts Alliance was short on experts, with almost no Martial Saints, making it impossible to stand against the Blood Clan Werewolves. Yet again, the Evil God braved dangers into the hinterlands of the martial arts sanctuary to invite the reclusive elders, thus preventing the Martial Arts Alliance from falling behind in numbers of experts.

Without the Evil God, Huaxia’s fate today would be unimaginable.

Their kneeling was a true expression of sincerity, without a trace of falsehood.

Facing this, even with his steely resolve, Xiao Zheng could not help but tear up; the people’s thanks were the greatest reward for him.

Who says Huaxia has no men of valor?

They were merely suppressed by various constraints within the deathly stillness of the Huaxia Martial Arts World, causing them to act humble and timid.

However, given a suitable outlet and a slight guide, they could erupt with extraordinary valor and fortitude!

"Please rise, everyone."

Xiao Zheng said loudly, "This battle is not the result of my efforts alone, but because we fought fiercely together against the formidable enemy that we achieved this outcome. As long as we remain united, no one will dare offend Huaxia henceforth!"

In solemnity, everyone stood up. After this battle, they would become a terrifying force, one that no power might dare to underestimate.

"Let’s go home."

Xiao Zheng then waved and said.

Returning triumphantly.

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News of the Huaxia Martial Arts Alliance Army’s annihilation of the Blood Clan and Werewolf armies at Luofeng Slope quickly swept the world like a storm.

Within the Martial Arts World, everyone who heard this news opened their eyes wide, displaying disbelief, unable to remain calm for a long time.

Various discussions surged worldwide, and the martial arts forces outside Huaxia began looking at Huaxia with deep apprehension.

The Huaxia Martial Artists, having suffered humiliation from the Blood Clan and Werewolves before, could now straighten their backs once more after this grand victory.

And the name of the Evil God resounded through the world once again after this battle.

With this battle, without a doubt, he is now regarded as a giant, able to challenge true world powers.

Of course, Xiao Zheng is naturally still a long way from beings like the Netherworld King Hades and Werewolf Clan’s Rob III.

Yet Xiao Zheng is still young, only in his twenties. If he fully matures, imagining how far he can go is enough to make anyone tremble all over.

Such a prodigy is extremely rare throughout history.

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Meanwhile, in the Netherworld King City of the Blood Clan, the atmosphere was in deep silence.

Many vampires wandered in the city, nodding to acquaintances in passing, no one spoke, and everyone bore a heavy look, laden with shame and humiliation.

The Blood Clan lost terribly in this battle!

Vlad III and Nicola were great elders of the Blood Clan, holders of immense authority, yet they both fell.

From ancient times to now, the Blood Clan had almost never experienced such a disgraceful scene; such loss was something almost no Blood Clan member could tolerate.