The moment Quan Qingchi finished speaking, he leaped out of the city. Under the shadow that blotted out the sun, his golden hair shone brighter than hope and dawn, mingling with the golden flag, billowing in the strong wind, roaring at the city gate.

Everyone was startled, their eyes widening in surprise:

"Marshal... Marshal!!!"

"Quickly go out and bring the marshal back!!!"

"But didn't the Marshal say... anyone who dares to disobey orders will be considered a traitor?!"

"What are we worrying about now? Get out of here!!!"

...

But at that moment, when everyone tried to push open the city gate, they couldn't open it no matter what they did!

In their shock, someone shouted.

"What...what is that?!"

When everyone looked up, they saw Quan Chengying holding the national flag in his hand, and behind him appeared a tall, semi-transparent giant whose top was nowhere in sight!

This giant, like his figure, was majestic and tall, pale white, as if he might disappear at any moment!

Quan Qingchi had lost all five senses at this moment, his tightly closed eyes were bleeding tears, and the state of all the cells in his body had reached an incredible extreme, as if his body might explode at any moment, which was terrifying.

The phantom behind him supported the golden barrier of the Holy Glory Empire. The national flag in Quan Qingchi's hand swayed constantly due to the swirling wind, but even such a powerful wind did not break or topple the flag!

When the Star Abyss Empire's ruler, Jun Lin, who was embroiled in a fierce battle, saw this imposing figure, his expression froze.

When the elven chieftain Sorens, whose entire race had been slaughtered, saw this phantom, he stopped moving completely.

The gods, still fighting in every corner of the world, were all shocked, their eyes widening in disbelief as they sensed that power was converging on that side from every corner of the world.

All those still standing on the side of Noah's Continent—the gods, the myriad races—could feel a mysterious force stirring their emotions, causing them to open their mouths but unable to utter a single word, and tears involuntarily began to fall.

At the gates of the Holy Glory Empire, Quan Qingchi gritted his teeth, blood streaming from his seven orifices. His handsome face looked utterly wretched, yet he was smiling. He gripped the Holy Glory Empire's flag tightly in both hands, no longer having the strength to stand.

He knelt on one knee, but the national flag remained upright and steady.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice weak, yet carrying an indescribable emotion.

"Martial artists, because they lack extraordinary abilities, have always faced greater hardships and were weaker than those with superpowers... They must constantly fight desperately in order to stimulate themselves time and time again."

"However, even a powerful physique is no match for strange energy; it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Gradually... no more top-tier warriors appeared on the Noah Continent, and no one wanted to take this arduous path."

"But the way of heaven is fair. Since there is a path for martial artists, then... there must be a reason for this path to exist."

"The ultimate martial artist is the Martial God... This is not a god, but it brings about a qualitative change in martial artists, giving them power comparable to that of gods!"

"And every God of War possesses an ability that even the gods fear."

"And this ability undergoes a non-conservative substitution depending on the strength of the user's belief at the time."

"To exchange everything a martial artist possesses—life, soul, body, everything—for power that makes the world tremble."

"Guess how strong my belief is right now!"

His eyes were closed, not because they were difficult to open, but because—his body had already been sacrificed!

He opened his eyes, only to see a pair of intimidating black holes!

He was bleeding from all seven orifices, but in reality, his body was already hollow and his flesh was very close to death!

And he said it.

He will not allow any invaders to break into the country!

Even if it means stepping on his corpse!!

This mighty and invincible power, with a wave of his flag, transformed into endless blades of light, unleashing a world-destroying sword strike that swept across the four directions!

One sword can shatter all laws.

One sword, and ten thousand souls are severed.

One sword, and all living beings are destroyed.

Wherever the light blade went, everything turned to nothingness. Its power was so extreme that it was hard for people to imagine that there was such terrifying power in the world!

The warriors of the Holy Empire almost screamed, cheering the arrival of hope!

However, at this moment, they saw that Quan Qingchi, who was usually the most talkative and could chat with anyone, had changed from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees.

On the loess soil, his body was hidden in the smoke of battle, appearing and disappearing, with only the howling wind and waves blowing the flag that he would not lower even if he fell.

At this moment, his life force was completely severed, leaving not a trace... even the trace of his soul could not be found.

Blood and tears streamed down his pale face, but he remained expressionless, simply carrying the flag, letting the wind blow and the commotion rage, without falling.

He knelt there, like a guardian deity of the Holy Glory Empire, quiet and motionless.

"Marshal Quan... is he dead?"

"No...no...no! Impossible! He was just..."

"Life, body, soul...belief."

"He...is he really dead?!"

...

People inside the city gates felt a deep sorrow, tears welling in their eyes. They didn't know how to express their feelings; a thousand words stuck in their throats, unable to come out.

They didn't know what to do, sobbing and unable to utter a single word.

In their minds was the Fifth Prince, who was naive and weak when he first went to the battlefield, and didn't even dare to kill.

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