"Scum?" A deep and powerful voice came from another direction of the forest: "Stubborn and conservative old fellow, as long as we can kill the enemy, any means are reasonable. We only look at the final effect, and never consider whether the means are glorious or not!"

A subtle sound of metal collision was heard, and more than two hundred tall and burly warriors, led by a burly man nearly two meters tall, strode out of the forest, carrying various heavy weapons such as broadswords and heavy axes.

The burly man shook the heavy mace in his hand, pointed at the black sharp spike on the mace and sneered, "Our weapons are all poisoned with a mixture of venom from 10,000 kinds of poisonous insects, snakes, and beasts. Anyone who touches them will die!"

The big man pointed at the War King and sneered, "You said we are scum? Then, the King of the War God Mountain who claims to be the orthodox God of War, do you dare to fight me alone?"

The War King gritted his teeth and stared at the big man with a cold expression: "Tell me your name! You are so powerful, but I have never seen you in the War God Mountain!"

Suddenly, the War King seemed to have thought of something. He glared at the big man and said, "You are not the people of the blessed land. You... are..."

The big man slowly raised the mace in his hand. He stared at the War King and said coldly, "That's right, the King of War God Mountain. I am the War Spirit. We are from the Sky Land. We are not like you cowards who are struggling to survive in the God-blessed Land. We are the ones who truly remember the glory of our ancestors and are working hard to restore their glory!"

“The Palace of Gods!” The War King gritted his teeth and sneered, “I should have thought of it long ago. The descendants of the Thunder God, the Night God, and the descendants of the War God who tarnished the glory of the ancestor god and poisoned their weapons. Only the madmen in the Palace of Gods would do this!”

More people came out of the forest, dozens of thin descendants of the Night God, with daggers tightly grasped in their hands.

The walking posture of these descendants of the Night God was very strange. When the sun was shining high above their heads, they always appeared in the shadows of the giant trees. Their figures were blurry, like wisps of swaying shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the other direction of the forest, more than a hundred big men with red skin walked out. These men had heat rolling around their bodies, and faint flame patterns were faintly visible under their skin. They were clearly a group of descendants of the God of Fire. The leading man had red hair and eyes, and it was obvious that he had reached a very high level of comprehension of the power of fire.

A gust of wind suddenly arose from the ground, and figures wrapped in the wind ran out quickly from the mountains and forests.

These people left behind a trail of afterimages when they ran. There were only about a hundred of them running, but it was like a mighty army, causing hundreds of acres of forest to tremble and unrest. The momentum was extremely loud.

Descendants of the God of Wind! And each of them has activated the power of their bloodline and can control the strong wind, especially the figure in the lead. His lower body has turned into a blurry whirlwind, and the strong wind around him has condensed into an almost solid substance.

The War King shook the hammer in his hand, his face gradually becoming serious. He looked at the increasing number of enemies around him and said with gritted teeth: "There are so many of you, so many crazy people from the Palace of Gods have sneaked into the territory of the God of War Mountain! Do you want to go to war with the God of War Mountain?"

The war spirit shook the mace in his hand and approached the war king step by step. He laughed loudly and said, "So what if we start a war? Do you cowards dare to leave the blessed land and go to Tianlu to cause trouble for us?"

The war spirit said sarcastically, "You dare not! You only know how to rely on the power of the blessed land to survive, slowly rot here, slowly forget the ancient past, forget the glory of your ancestors. You are just a bunch of old wastes who don't know how to make progress. Sooner or later, you will be swept away by us, and we will use the blood of evil demons to rebuild the glory of our ancestors."

The mace brought up a black storm and smashed hard at the War King.

The War King swung his hammer with both hands and smashed it hard on the mace.

There was a loud bang, and not a single gust of wind leaked out. The War King and the War Spirit had already controlled their own power to the extreme. All of their strength was concentrated on the enemy without any waste.

Veins bulged on the War King's body, and the ground beneath his feet made a loud 'bang'. Dozens of towering trees nearby shook at the same time, and then collapsed with a huge explosion.

Zhan Ling's face turned pale, the muscles in his arms bulged, and with a "click" the skin on his arms split open, with a large amount of blood spilling out. His body swayed, and his thighs bulged violently. He wanted to steady himself, but in the end he had to step back more than ten steps, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The War King looked at the War Spirit and shook his head gently: "Wow, I am indeed an old man who has lived for more than 2,000 years. Compared with an old man like me, you are still too young! Strength, combat skills, fighting will, and fighting passion, you owe too much!"

"The true essence of the power of the God of War is fearlessness, courage to move forward, and the courage to crush all enemies with pure violence! When you first put poison on your weapon, you have no hope of mastering the true power of the God of War!" The War King sneered and said disdainfully: "The source of the power of the God of War is the heart of a true warrior!"

A beam of fire gushed out from the side and turned into a fire dragon that swept towards the War King.

Another violent gust of wind swept over, whistling towards the War King.

Dozens of daggers flashed strangely in the air, and the daggers filled with poison silently stabbed into the vital parts of the War King.

The leaders of the God Palace who came out of the forest launched a surprise attack on the War King at almost the same time. Even the War Spirit, who was hit by the War King's hammer and retreated repeatedly, with his arms seriously injured, roared and rushed forward.

Chu Tian was holding the Qingjiao Sword and was about to go up to help, but the War King suddenly took a deep breath and let out a loud roar towards the sky.

A loud bang shook the mountains and a horrifying sonic boom erupted from beside the War King. The void shook and the earth cracked into terrible cracks hundreds of feet long. The flames, strong winds, and the dagger that was about to touch the War King's skin were shattered at the same time. The War Spirit who was rushing up with a mace in his hand screamed miserably. He dropped the mace with both hands, covered his bleeding ears tightly, and retreated quickly.

"A bit shameless!" Chu Tian laughed. He grabbed a thunder bead the size of an egg and hit it at the war spirit with his shaking hand.

The purple-blue lightning ball smashed heavily on the chest of Zhan Ling. There was a loud bang, and a ball of terrible lightning exploded. The thunder covered the mountains and forests within a radius of dozens of feet. Zhan Ling's body was blown into a bloody mess. Strong lightning shuttled wildly in his body, causing him to howl in pain and even shed tears.

"What a shame! How can you cry as a descendant of the God of War?" The War King held his hammer with both hands and said calmly, "If you were my son and you dared to cry in front of me, I would break both of your legs!"