Medical and Martial God-Chapter 215 Crisis of Life and Death for the Eight Great National Protector War Gods

Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Crisis of Life and Death for the Eight Great National Protector War Gods

"What’s happened?" Ye Xiu asked.

"The War God assessment and the War God Ranking battles were happening simultaneously," Qing Luan explained. "This morning, just as the ranking battles began, a War God from our country named Gaelin suddenly had his hair turn blood-red and his eyes also turned red. He started slaughtering everyone he saw, and his strength became unbelievably immense. So far, he has already killed seven War Gods, and countless others are injured."

"Something like that happened?" Ye Xiu was shocked. "I’ll be right over!"

After hanging up, he turned to Qin Qing and said, "I need to go to the stadium. You stay here at Qiancheng Farm for now!"

"Okay!" Qin Qing nodded.

At that moment, Ye Tianming asked hesitantly, "Uh... your mother’s and grandparents’ graves have been built. Can... can Shaokang and I leave now?"

"Do whatever you want!"

Ye Xiu couldn’t be bothered with Ye Tianming and Ye Shaokang right now; he was already sprinting toward the parking lot.

Hearing that Ye Xiu wasn’t going to punish them, Ye Tianming and Ye Shaokang were overjoyed.

***

The stadium had devolved into absolute chaos.

An old man with a full head of crimson hair and blood-red eyes was hacking wildly in every direction as if he had gone completely mad. A sanguine aura emanated from his body. The tens of thousands of people in the stadium were like sheep in a pen invaded by a wolf, screaming and scrambling in a chaotic frenzy.

The ground was already littered with hundreds of corpses and countless wounded.

"Qing Luan, what on earth are you Eight Great National Protector War Gods doing? Hurry up and kill Gaelin!" Yagyu Uemon roared.

"Gaelin went berserk in Jin Ye City, so it’s your responsibility as its Eight Great National Protector War Gods to deal with him."

"Where are you hiding? Get out there and stop Gaelin!"

The three thousand-plus participants of the War God assessment gathered together. As they watched Gaelin chase down tens of thousands of spectators, they began furiously cursing and urging the Eight Great National Protector War Gods of Xuanse to act.

"You’ve all seen how strong Gaelin is. You’re just asking the eight of us to go to our deaths," Qing Luan retorted angrily.

"You are the War Gods of Xuanse. When a problem arises in Xuanse, it is your duty to solve it," Yagyu Uemon stated.

"Qing Luan, if the eight of you don’t make a move, we’ll join forces and kill you first," threatened Sect Hierarch Jim of the Xuan Ming Sect.

"This is Xuanse! If you don’t intervene and Gaelin escapes the stadium, have you considered how many people in Jin Ye City will be brutally murdered by him?"

"You eight must act. Immediately! Right now!"

Scores of people were pressuring the Eight Great National Protector War Gods of Xuanse, pushing Qing Luan and his comrades to their breaking point. Yagyu Uemon and Jim were deliberately steering public opinion, clearly hoping to use Gaelin to eliminate them.

"I’ve already called Huang Quan," Qing Luan said coldly. "If any of you dare to make a move, I guarantee you won’t leave here alive once he arrives."

The mere mention of Huang Quan was enough to silence them. For the sake of Xuanse’s Eight Great National Protector War Gods, Huang Quan had once massacred his way through the War God Ranking.

"Gaelin’s power is too terrifying. I’m afraid even Huang Quan might not be his match," Yagyu Uemon said, breaking the silence.

"The weakest of the tens of thousands in this stadium are Eighth Grade Grandmasters. Gaelin is single-handedly fighting ten thousand people. His strength has definitely surpassed Huang Quan’s!"

"Gaelin has lost all reason. He’s fighting with a death wish. Huang Quan might not actually be able to win against him."

At this point, the crowd had lost faith that even Huang Quan could defeat Gaelin.

"Look out, Gaelin’s charging toward us!" someone shouted.

Indeed, the frenzied Gaelin was charging right at them, brandishing his longsword. Seeing this, the three thousand-plus participants in the War God assessment scattered in disarray.

The stadium had exits, but with tens of thousands of people jamming them, the escape was incredibly slow. Besides, no one dared to join the crush, because as soon as a crowd formed, Gaelin would cut his way toward it. They could only flee in small, scattered groups.

"Damn it, Gaelin, why are you chasing me? Go after the Eight Great National Protector War Gods of Xuanse!" Yamada, one of the eight serpent heads of the Tiansha Association, yelled in fury as he found himself Gaelin’s sole target.

However, Gaelin had long since lost his sanity and was deaf to any pleas.

CRACK!

Soon, Gaelin caught up to Yamada and brought his sword down. Seeing no escape, Yamada could only raise his own sword and block with all his might.

BOOM!

Gaelin’s sword slammed into Yamada’s. The terrifying attack power shattered the webbing between Yamada’s thumb and forefinger. Blood spurted, and the longsword was knocked from his grip. Gaelin followed up with another strike, cleaving Yamada in two.

And just like that, the Tiansha Association’s eight serpent heads were now seven.

"Yamada!"

Seeing Yamada killed, Yagyu Uemon and the others roared in anger but were utterly helpless.

Yagyu Uemon shouted furiously, "Qing Luan, if you don’t deal with Gaelin right now, we will join forces to wipe out every single martial artist in Xuanse after this is over!"

"I agree!" yelled Sect Hierarch Jim.

Just last night, the Tiansha Association and the Xuan Ming Sect had been fighting like mortal enemies. Now, they were suddenly in complete agreement on how to deal with the Eight Great National Protector War Gods of Xuanse.

The Eight Great National Protector War Gods of Xuanse were so angry their teeth itched, but they were powerless. At this moment, they didn’t dare to make any threats for fear of provoking public outrage.

"Die!" Gaelin snarled, suddenly charging toward Qing Luan.

"Not good!" Qing Luan’s face turned pale with fear, and he turned to run for his life.

"Qing Luan! Damn it, let’s fight Gaelin!" one of his comrades yelled.

Seeing this, the faces of Azure Dragon and the other six changed drastically. Azure Dragon let out a furious roar as the seven of them charged after Gaelin with grim determination.

"Don’t come any closer!" Qing Luan shouted in terror when he saw them rushing over. "We’re no match for Gaelin! It doesn’t matter if I die, but you all can’t!"

"If we die, we die together!"

"Damn it, I refuse to believe we can’t kill him if we put our lives on the line!"

"Let’s get him!"

The Eight Great National Protector War Gods of Xuanse were as close as brothers. Seeing Qing Luan about to be slain, the others could not simply stand by and watch. They knew that without them, Xuanse would no longer have its National Protector War Gods, which would surely invite the covetous eyes of foreign nations.

But they remembered Huang Quan’s promise to train the 108 generals to be just as strong as them. So now, they had no fear of death. If the eight of them died, there would still be 108 to take their place. Besides, the Xuanse Ancient Martial Circle had plenty of other War Gods.

"Haha, now that’s the attitude a National Protector War God should have!" Sect Hierarch Jim of the Xuan Ming Sect laughed aloud, seeing the eight ready to fight Gaelin to the death.

"Qing Luan, if the eight of you team up and risk it all against Gaelin, you might not necessarily lose!" Yagyu Uemon goaded.

The War Gods from other nations were now watching the spectacle with great interest.

"The National Protector War Gods cannot be allowed to die! All true warriors of Xuanse, follow me!" a Xuanse War God bellowed, being the first to charge forward.

More than half of the other War Gods from Xuanse followed suit, charging fearlessly into the fray.

"All War Gods of the Haimer Family, on me! Lend the Xuanse War Gods a hand!" Chloe’s father, Bister, commanded.

Instantly, every War God from the Haimer Family followed Bister, charging toward Gaelin.

In truth, Bister didn’t want to help, but he didn’t dare refuse. He was afraid that if he stood by idly, Huang Quan would deal with him later.