209: Withstand the magic bomb

According to past patterns, every Human-Demon War would see the emergence of a Human Race War God.

Now, the Human and Demon Races have already begun fighting, yet there's no news of a War God.

This person could be someone else, so why couldn't it be Lu Xingchen?

It's just that, according to legend, Human Race War Gods all possessed Martial Saint-level combat power before the age of 30.

Although Lu Xingchen's growth rate is quite terrifying, the gap to a Martial Saint is still too large.

After all, the further one Cultivates, the more difficult it becomes to Breakthrough Realms.

Yun Li shook her head, giving up on thinking about this problem.

If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster; if it's a disaster, it can't be avoided.

She hoped that Lu Xingchen was not the War God.

Because this responsibility was truly too heavy.

The previous four War Gods all died in battle at Demon-Rejecting Pass, and she didn't want her man to fall into this cycle.

After chatting with Long Yang for a while, Lu Xingchen and Yun Li left the medical hall hand in hand.

Lu Xingchen softly said, "Miss Yun Li, you should go back to the camp and rest. I want to wander around Demon-Rejecting Pass a bit more."

Yun Li nodded slightly and gently said, "Xingchen, be careful in everything, don't do anything foolish."

Lu Xingchen chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm not someone who doesn't know what's important."

Lu Xingchen knew that his wife was afraid he would see the tragic state of the Human Race warriors and couldn't help but seek revenge on the Demon Race army.

But he wouldn't be so foolish.

An individual's power is too insignificant in front of an army.

After bidding farewell to Yun Li, Lu Xingchen spread his Dou Qi Wings and roamed within Demon-Rejecting Pass.

What he was still looking for was the Soul Imprint left by Senior Xiao Yuxin.

Three days passed.

During these three days, Lu Xingchen traversed the entire Demon-Rejecting Pass, but the immortal slaying sword never reacted.

He felt a little confused.

Senior Xiao Yuxin certainly wouldn't lie to him, yet he hadn't felt any sign of the Soul Imprint.

Could it be that activating this Soul Imprint requires special conditions?

On the evening of the third day, the alarm bell rang again.

The Demon Race's new round of attack had begun!

Lu Xingchen spread his Dou Qi Wings and flew back to the Cangxuan Sect's defensive line.

All more than one hundred members of the Cangxuan Sect had returned to their positions, most having recovered their combat strength.

Magic cannonballs rained down on the city wall, and the siege battle began once more.

Lu Xingchen, just like last time, held his dawn bow and intercepted the magic cannonballs that broke through the Spirit Formation defenses.

Yun Li's injuries had also fully recovered; she took out her purple spirit bow and coordinated with Lu Xingchen.

Under their combined efforts, more than twenty magic cannonballs were intercepted, with not a single one exploding on the section of the city wall for which the Cangxuan Sect was responsible.

The members of the surrounding Seventh-Rank Sects all looked at the Cangxuan Sect with eyes of shock and envy.

"Their leader is too strong, right? Not a single magic cannonball got through, and their casualties are zero."

"If only our Sect also had such an expert!"

"Both are Martial Emperor Experts, so why are these two young people with bows and arrows so awesome? Their sight range and attack power are far above ordinary Martial Emperors; they can even easily intercept Sixth-Grade magic cannonballs!"

"I've said the word 'envious' so many times it's worn out!"

But Lu Xingchen and Yun Li showed no joy.

Because the battle had only just begun!

Just as the people nearby were discussing, a Seventh-Grade magic cannonball flew towards the Cangxuan Sect's defensive area.

And it flew, without deviation, once again towards where Long Yang was standing.

Lu Xingchen couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, our luck is too bad!"

With that, Lu Xingchen spread his purple cloud wings and flew into the sky.

Seeing his actions, Yun Li was greatly alarmed.

"Xingchen, what are you trying to do?"

Lu Xingchen said indifferently, "Of course, I'm going to intercept this cannonball! Senior Brother Long Yang has already lost an arm; I can't let him lose his life too. This is what I owe him!"

Yun Li shouted loudly, "Xingchen, are you crazy? You're just a Martial Emperor!"

Lu Xingchen didn't reply again.

"I say, Divine Descent!"

"I say, Heavenly Spirit!"

His aura immediately surged, rising from an Eight-Star Martial Emperor to a Half-Step Martial Ancestor.

But he did not continue to use "Spirit Ascension Art".

Because "Spirit Ascension Art" can only be used once a day, lasts for only half an hour, and needs to be used at the most critical moment.

In contrast, "Divine Descent Heavenly Spirit" can be maintained as long as one's Soul Power is sufficient.

From this, one can see the power of Word Spirit Power.

It is truly difficult to Cultivate, but its power is also truly strong!

Immediately, Lu Xingchen took out his cold shadow shield, activated "Vajra Barrier," consuming half of his Qi at once, gaining a huge amount of defense for a short period.

The cold shadow shield emitted bursts of golden light.

Then, Lu Xingchen flew towards that Seventh-Grade magic cannonball.

The two collided, and the magic cannonball was directly triggered by Lu Xingchen, exploding in mid-air.

In an instant, a huge wave of Qi bloomed.

Lu Xingchen was directly blasted backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the cold shadow shield flew out of his hand, and then slammed heavily against the city wall.

Seeing this scene, the Disciples and Elders of other Seventh-Rank Sects and even Eighth-Rank Sects around the city wall were all dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, am I seeing things? This guy actually used his Physical Body to take on a magic cannonball! Does he think his life is too long?"

"And the power of this magic cannonball is quite immense, enough to injure a Martial Ancestor Expert. The Cangxuan Sect is a Seventh-Rank Sect, so there shouldn't be any Martial Ancestor Experts participating in the battle. How dare he, a mere Martial Emperor, do such a thing?"

"Although a bit foolish, I have to say, the moment he flew forward was really cool! What's this young man's name? I really want to meet him!"

"There really are people who disregard life and death; I've certainly learned something new today!"

Yun Li was extremely anxious in her heart, she immediately spread her Dou Qi Wings and flew towards Lu Xingchen.

By the time she flew to Lu Xingchen's side, Lu Xingchen had already stood up from the ground, stretched his muscles and bones, and aside from a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, he was actually completely unharmed.

Yun Li hastily placed her right hand on Lu Xingchen's chest, injecting Dou Qi to check his injuries.

Aside from excessive Qi consumption, he was indeed not injured.

Only then did Yun Li relax; she immediately threw herself into Lu Xingchen's arms, lightly pounded his chest with her small fists, and burst into tears with a "Waaah."

"Lu Xingchen, you scoundrel, you really scared me to death!"

Yun Li's punches were very light, and he barely felt anything. He wrapped his arms around his wife and said with a smile, "My little fool, how could I do something I wasn't confident in? I have absolute confidence in blocking this Seventh-Grade magic cannonball!"

Yun Li then came back to her senses, wiped away her tears, and looked at Lu Xingchen blankly, softly saying, "But how is that possible? This magic cannonball is enough to injure a Martial Ancestor Expert, and you're just an Eight-Star Martial Emperor, yet you're completely unharmed!"

Lu Xingchen chuckled, "Your husband here isn't an ordinary Eight-Star Martial Emperor."