The wind is bleak, and the autumn rain is cold.

Outside the Temple of the Martial God, there are corpses everywhere and broken walls.

After Tang Hao's self-destruction, his body had already turned into nothingness. All he left to this world was the ruins in front of him.

The Sword Saint and the King of Fighters have already come out. They stood in front of the Temple of the Martial Gods and looked at the former martial arts holy land, but now they are full of scars, and they feel endless sadness and self-blame in their hearts.

They were incompetent and could not protect this world in the end.

As the Sword Saint and the King of Fighters walked out, the originally chaotic Yanshan land suddenly became much quieter.

Those Yan Xia warriors who were still fighting stubbornly couldn't help but burst into tears after seeing the sword saints.

Everyone knelt down under the sword saint and the others: "The Sword saint, His Highness, His Highness, Master Haotian, left..."

"Just because, protect us..."

Countless people shed tears, and many Yanxia warriors burst into tears, telling the sword saint and the final outcome of Grandmaster Haotian.

The Sword Saint and the others already knew about this news.

So, they are very calm.

Instead, he smiled and looked at the surviving Yanxia warriors in front of him: "Don't blame yourself."

"Master Haotian is the pillar of Yanxia Dingguo. It is his duty to protect my Yanxia warrior, and it is also a career he loves for life."

"It is not a great blessing in life to die at the hands of the career you love."

"It's much better than living a lifelong life and dying without doing anything."

The sword saint's words are calm, like an old man who has experienced all kinds of vicissitudes of life, telling the past of time.

The Truman strong man below Yanshan had already rushed to the hall at this time.

Leading is a Truman elder named Anderman, who is second only to the Great Elder Tang Xian in the Presbyterian Church.

This person carried out the task of sweeping the Temple of War.

After rushing outside the hall, Anderman suddenly reached out and stopped his subordinates and continued to move forward.

Instead, he stood in front of the hall and confronted the swordsman and others.

"Hahaha.."

"Tang Hao is dead, and the country of Zhu is over."

"Sword Saint, King of Fighters, your Yanxia situation is over, and the Martial God Temple is about to collapse today."

"I advise you not to resist stubbornly."

“It’s still time to surrender.”

Anderman stood proudly in front of the palace, just like a winner looking down at his defeated general, looking at the swordsman and the King of Fighters in front of him.

For Anderman, the hot summer is now out of reach.

He is indeed confident that he says this now.

"But, Sword Saint, to be honest."

"It's good for you Yanxia that you claim to be a martial arts civilization of 5,000 years. Before I came, I thought the Temple of the Martial God would be such a tough trick."

"The result is so vulnerable."

"We Trumen just used half of our power to completely defeat your Martial God Temple."

"Return to the pillar of the country?"

"It's just a joke."

"Our Master Tang in my family has not appeared, and our temple has been broken by us."

Anderman smiled freely and mocked the swordsman and the others.

What Anderman said is indeed heartfelt.

This battle in Yanshan disappointed him so much.

Not only did Tang Yun not come, the Truman even sent some forces to attack Japanese martial arts.

But even so, the Sword Saint and the others were still easily defeated by their Truman army.

All of this can only be said that the gap in strength is really too big.

"Don't be arrogant."

"What you defeated today is just our Martial God Temple. It's not my Yanxia Martial Arts."

"I have been passed down from Yanxia martial arts for thousands of years, even if there are no heroes in this era."

"But ten years, twenty years..."

"I believe that after the destruction of my Martial God Temple, one day, a strong man from the wise era will be born in my Yanxia Shenzhou."

"He will avenge us, will set foot on you Truman, and will lead me to revival of Yanxia martial arts again!"

The sword saint's eyes were bright and his tone was extremely firm.

It is his sword saint who is incompetent and cannot protect this country.

But he always believed that their descendants of Yanxia would definitely support this nation again!

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Stop thinking!"

"After you purge your Martial God Temple, we Trumen will kill all the martial arts talents in Yanxia."

"Let you completely cut off the Yanxia martial arts!"

"I'm still thinking about reviving Yanxia martial arts for decades?"

"It's simply a delusion!"

Anderman's words destroyed the last line of defense in the hearts of the Sword Saint, King of Fighters and others.

"You are so conscienceless!" The Sword Saint cursed.

Then he rushed in with his sword.

The King of Fighters was not willing to be outdone, and he rushed into the Truman army with a crazy knife in his hand.

The Yanxia warrior behind him also launched the final attack at this time.

"The battle of trapped beasts has come to death!"

Anderman's eyes chilled, and then he gave an order: "Form a formation!"

Whoosh swish swish swish...

With Anderman's order, several figures rushed out immediately.

These people, in pairs, with their palms connected, and their breaths were almost integrated.

In just a blink of an eye, a terrible aura swept across them and released them.

Like a torrent, sweeping across the entire top of Yanshan Mountain.

If Gaia and others were here, they would definitely recognize at a glance that the formation in front of them was the Yunyang Immortal Formation used by Ye Fan when he attacked the Truman and his inner guards!

As soon as this formation was released, the terrifying power swept across everything.

The Sword Saint and the King of Fighters are both injured, and even if they are single, they may not be Anderman's opponents.

What's more, Anderman also joined forces with the other Truman strong men to use the Yunyang Immortal Formation.

With just one confrontation, the Sword Saint and the King of Fighters were severely injured and vomited blood and flew backwards.

"Sword Saint, King of Fighters, I'll ask you for the last time!"

"Wait, are you willing to surrender to my Truman?"

The rolling loud sound echoed.

At the top of the Nine Heavens, Anderman was bathed in a green light, as if he was in the world.

He held the divine light in his hand and looked down at the heaven and earth.

An ultimatum was issued to the Sword Saints and the others.

The sword saint and his friends were covered in blood, but they smiled with a magnificent smile: "Hahaha..."

"Trumen, I am in the hot summer, how can I descend to you?"

The King of Fighters and the others would rather die than surrender.

"Since that's the case, let me die!"

Anderman no longer has patience.

Endless power burst into dazzling light on his hands.

He held the divine light in his hand, like a sword, and slashed down angrily at the Sword Saint and the King of Fighters!
To be continued...