110: Chapter 110 The Terrifying Demonic Calamity!

"You really... mastered it?!!!"

On the arena, Principal Beigong Mo and Instructor Lin Chengyuan watched Chen An in the center, especially the Fist Intent of ultimate yang that had not yet dissipated from his body, and a look of shock could not help but flash across their faces.

Among everyone present, only they understood the terrifying threshold of the Nine Suns Burning Heaven Fist.

As a cultivator of this fist technique, Principal Beigong Mo possessed a unique body of ultimate yang that perfectly matched the Cultivation Technique, yet it still took him five years to reach the Entry Stage and twenty-eight years to barely comprehend a wisp of Fist Intent.

If even Principal Beigong Mo was like this, there was no need to mention others.

Years ago, a Genius in Qingzhou with Heavenly Grade Martial Bone forcibly cultivated this fist technique, only to end up with his Meridians completely shattered by the pure yang gang fire, becoming a cripple.

Yet Chen An, in less than an hour, not only practiced the Nine Suns Burning Heaven Fist to the Entry Stage but also seemed to have faintly touched the threshold of the Fist Intent.

"Hahaha, good, good, good!!!!"

At this moment, Principal Beigong Mo could not help but burst into laughter, and like Instructor Lin Chengyuan, he looked at Chen An as if he were looking at the most precious treasure passed down through the ages.

Even now, in his heart, there was no thought of the wager with Instructor Lin Chengyuan, only the pure joy that Chen An had mastered the Nine Suns Burning Heaven Fist.

For Great Grandmasters like them who had lived for nearly a hundred years, whose cultivation was already difficult to advance, nothing made them happier than finding a successor who could carry on their life's Martial Skills and even carry them forward.

Meanwhile, Instructor Lin Chengyuan, watching Chen An, also showed no signs of being flustered or angry about losing the wager; instead, he looked at Chen An with full shock and admiration.

"Chen An, you did very well. I didn't expect you to learn the Nine Suns Burning Heaven Fist in less than an hour. You did not disappoint me, hahaha!!"

Principal Beigong Mo walked over, laughed, and patted Chen An's shoulder, then raised an eyebrow at Instructor Lin Chengyuan and said, "How about it? My Disciple didn't let you down, right?!"

"You old rascal, what are you being so smug about!"

Watching Principal Beigong Mo's smug look, as if he were the one who had mastered the Nine Suns Burning Heaven Fist in less than an hour, Instructor Lin Chengyuan could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Chen An, you are very good!"

Instructor Lin Chengyuan reached out and patted Chen An's shoulder, his face full of admiration and gratification, saying, "I am a man of my word. Since you were able to learn that old ghost Bei Gong's Nine Suns Burning Heaven Fist in such a short time, I will naturally keep my promise and pass the complete Seven Demonic Blades of Extinction to you!"

"I do not require you to take me as your Revered Master; as long as you pass on the Seven Demonic Blades of Extinction if you encounter a suitable person in the future, can you do that?!"

"Very well!" Chen An nodded.

"Hahaha, good!"

Seeing Chen An agree, Instructor Lin Chengyuan could not help but laugh heartily, and without delay, he used his Concept to pass the Seven Demonic Blades of Extinction to him.

"Hahaha!!!~~~"

After passing the Seven Demonic Blades of Extinction to Chen An, Instructor Lin Chengyuan laughed again, a look of relief appearing on his face.

"Old ghost Bei Gong, I'm off!" Instructor Lin Chengyuan stopped laughing and suddenly said to Principal Beigong Mo beside him.

"Take care!"

The smile on Principal Beigong Mo's face gradually faded. He was silent for a moment, a complex look flashing in his eyes, his lips parted, and finally he said, "Don't die!"

"Hahaha, rest assured, even if you die, I won't!"

"By the way, this is a cold iron blade blank that I have refined for thirty years. I am giving it to you; I hope you will not disgrace it!"

Instructor Lin Chengyuan took a blade blank that looked like a block of iron from his storage bag and threw it to Chen An, then without saying more, he leaped into the air, his figure turning into a streak of black light, vanishing into the Void Realm.

Watching the direction in which Instructor Lin Chengyuan had departed, Principal Beigong Mo remained silent for a long time, a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Revered Master, Senior Lin, he..." Chen An held the heavy, biting cold blade blank in his hands and could not help but ask.

He could feel that behind Instructor Lin Chengyuan's smile just now, there was a kind of desperate determination. That was not an ordinary trip, but more like a journey of no return.

Principal Beigong Mo sighed, his voice dropping a few decibels, and at the same time, a special Domain enveloped the entire arena, isolating the sound.

"He went to the Northern Border!"

After a pause, he turned his head to look at Chen An, his expression extremely solemn, "Three months ago, the Ancient Demon Race invaded in a massive force again, crossing the Tianyan Mountain Range and destroying five of our Human Race's frontline strongholds, resulting in tens of millions of casualties among the Martial Artists! The Northern Border defense line has been retreating steadily and has now fallen back to the last natural barrier — the Demon-Breaking Pass!"

Chen An's pupils shrank slightly!

The Ancient Demon Race!!!

The Ancient Demon Race was the great enemy of the Human Race. Thousands of years ago, they crossed the Void Realm and invaded the Cangyuan Continent on a massive scale.

Later, although the Human Race managed to block the Ancient Demon Race, they could not annihilate them, so they used the Tianyan Mountain Range as a boundary to keep the Ancient Demon Race to the north of the Tianyan Mountain Range.

Over these years, although the Great Luo Dynasty appeared calm on the surface, and the lives of the common people could be considered peaceful and prosperous.

However, the war between the Human Race of the Northern Border and the Ancient Demon Race had never ceased.

It was just that he did not expect this invasion to be so tragic, breaking through five strongholds and causing tens of millions of casualties!

"Once the Demon-Breaking Pass falls, the army of the Ancient Demon Race will be able to drive straight in!"

"By then, not only Xia Province, which is closest to the Demon-Breaking Pass, but the entire Great Luo Dynasty will turn into a living Hell!"

Principal Beigong Mo's voice carried a trace of heaviness, "The Imperial Court has mobilized all the troops it can, and the Four Great Martial Arts Holy Lands have also dispatched twenty experts of the Martial King Realm to support, but the Ancient Demon Race is coming fiercely this time. Not only do they have over twenty Devil Kings, all of whom are at the Late Stage of the Martial King Realm or above, but there are also three legendary Devil Emperors overseeing them, their strength unfathomable."

"Three Devil Emperors?!"

Hearing this, Chen An's pupils could not help but shrink slightly.

A Devil Emperor was equivalent to a Martial Emperor Realm expert of the Human Race, the supreme existence standing at the pinnacle of martial arts on the Cangyuan Continent.

He did not expect that this time, the Ancient Demon Race would mobilize three Devil Emperors in one go.

It seemed that this Demon Disaster in the Northern Border was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

"Then Senior Lin, he..." Chen An's eyes flickered.

"His last Disciple died at the hands of a Devil King three days ago!"

A look of pain flashed in Principal Beigong Mo's eyes, "He had no wife or children in his life and only took on seven Disciples. Except for one who died due to Qi Deviation during cultivation, the other six all died at the hands of the Ancient Demon Race."

"The first Disciple guarded Tianyan Pass twenty years ago; in order to cover the retreat of the common people, he was besieged by three superior Demon Generals and died fighting, with no remains left."

"The second Disciple infiltrated the Demon camp fifteen years ago to assassinate a Demon Commander; after being exposed, he was devoured by ten thousand demons; the fourth and fifth Disciples died together under the Demon-Breaking Pass ten years ago... Even the youngest, the seventh Disciple, was not yet fifty years old and had only reached the Grandmaster Realm three months ago. Yet, after only two months there, he..."

Speaking to this point, Principal Beigong Mo's voice was slightly hoarse, and he could not continue. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky.

Hearing this, Chen An fell silent...