For the sake of better martial arts resources, it is common for martial artists to risk their lives, but risking one's life and dying in vain are two different things.
Even if it's a near-death experience, at least there's still a glimmer of hope, which is better than dying for no reason.
At this moment, a shout from a martial artist at the peak of the Mountain and Sea realm caused a brief moment of chaos in the crowd. Most people subconsciously stopped in their tracks, but some martial artists still didn't react and continued to rush forward in a daze, even showing a tendency to kill each other.
He stood by coldly, watching the scene unfold, a nameless sorrow welling up inside him.
He didn't know what it was like when the Ninth Prince was still alive, but he had read and heard countless legends about his ancestors online.
Humanity, a race fraught with peril, shouldn't be like this...
Two hundred years of peace have caused many human warriors to lose a certain kind of unity that should be rooted in their bones.
On the contrary, the majority of the soldiers under the rule of Marquis Wuding were courageous. Even in the past six months in the Southwest Theater, most of the strongmen who sacrificed themselves behind the "gate" were from the military.
The lack of a guide and a pillar of support may also be one of the reasons...
Given King Zhou Yi's status, he could have accomplished far more than Marquis Wu Ding, but in the past two hundred years, although he has not harmed the human race, he has almost completely disappeared from public view.
With Wu Wei alone, and with Yanshan Gong and Tianning Gong among others hindering him, how could he possibly stand alone?
After the chaos subsided, the siege came to an end, and the crowd finally receded, leaving a large blank space around the "mountain of books".
The light emanating from Shen Qian's body had become extremely faint, as if it were about to be completely extinguished at any moment.
However, the group of martial artists who had been observing from the sidelines had strange expressions. They had been looking the same since the group began attacking Shen Qian half an hour ago, and half an hour later, they were still looking the same...
That's why a martial artist at the peak of the Mountain and Sea realm judged that Shen Qian's soul power definitely exceeded the limits of the Mountain and Sea realm.
"Your name is Yan Kuan?"
Shen Qian looked at the person who spoke. He had never seen the other person before, but this person was among the nearly one hundred peak-level experts that Wu Wei had given him. In other words, this strongman named Yan Kuan entered the "Sea of Learning" specifically to target him.
"Are you mentally challenged? If I were already a king or nobleman, how could I possibly enter the 'sea of learning'?"
Before the other party could speak, Shen Qian had already sneered.
The warriors who had been surrounding Shen Qian were in a state of high excitement, but upon hearing this, they were taken aback. Indeed, it was impossible for a king or noble to enter the "Sea of Learning," which meant that Shen Qian must be a genuine master of the Mountain and Sea realm.
But what exactly happened just now... how could there be such an outrageous mountain and sea?
To be honest, although Shen Qian is very famous, most people actually lack a direct understanding of him.
Even the battle of the Nine Heavens, in the eyes of most people, is nothing more than a contest between the younger generation. No matter how dazzling Shen Qian is in it, what does it have to do with them?
Before it sank, was there a monument erected in the city in the center of the earth, or was there a public ranking at the Vientiane Tower?
Even though he had made great achievements in the Southwest Theater Command in the past six months, those were all collective actions of small teams, and it was always like looking at flowers through a fog, with something between them.
The fact that Shen Qian single-handedly defeated Xu Nian was known only to a very small group of powerful individuals.
Many people's impression of Shen Qian is that he is the disciple of the Marquis of Jingcheng, a genius who appears only once in a century. Unless you reach the level of a king or marquis, how many people would really take you seriously?
Even Jiang Huan only gradually earned the title of "Number One Person in the Mountains and Seas" by relying on his illustrious achievements accumulated over a hundred years.
As for Ling Tianhou, before he stepped into the ranks of kings and nobles, in terms of reputation alone, he was probably not much more illustrious than Lao Liu.
"What a brilliant sinking maneuver!"
Staring at Shen Qian with a chilling gaze, Yan Kuan shivered inexplicably. He turned his gaze and said, "You're supposed to be the national martial arts champion and one of the top ten rising stars in military martial arts competitions. Is this how you slaughter your own kind?"
Yan Kuan pointed to the tall mound of Jingguan below, his voice stern and stern.
At this moment, many people noticed that, unknowingly, the mound of heads piled up below had already reached a height of a hundred feet, and the number of heads among them was countless. However, at a rough glance, it was estimated that the number of martial artists who had perished at Shen Qian's hands was probably in the tens of thousands.
Everyone present had blood on their hands, but the slaughter of ten thousand people... this truly exceeded the psychological limit that most martial artists could bear.
Those who hadn't noticed while fighting had now taken their breath away, but upon closer inspection, those who were pale and terrified were considered to have good mental fortitude; the slightly weaker ones were already retching. If they weren't in spirit form, the scene would probably be unbearably foul by now.
He stood with his long sword drawn, his expression indifferent. "So what if it is?"
Yan Kuan was speechless, never expecting Shen Qian to admit it so easily. He had prepared many excuses, hoping that as long as Shen Qian answered, he could throw all the blame on him.
Public opinion can be overwhelming; no matter how many reasons one has before sinking, how could one possibly win against so many people?
The tens of thousands of martial artists present were stunned and somewhat at a loss.
"You can rob me if you want, and I can kill you if I want. What's the difference?"
Shen Qian laughed heartily, pointing the blade forward in his hand, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. No matter how many of you come, whether you form an array or launch a sneak attack, I'll leave this 'literary position' here. I'm not going anywhere. If you have the ability, come and take it yourself."
As he spoke, Shen Qian casually tossed the throne, which countless people regarded as a treasure, onto the ground without even glancing at it again.
The area around the mountain of books fell silent; no one spoke up and no one dared to be the first to speak out.
"No matter how much more trash you add, you're still trash!" Shen Qian said disdainfully.
"Shen Qian, what gives you the right to say that!"
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