f emerald-green medicinal liquid and began to apply it to Sun Chen. After applying the medicine all over his wounds, the pain subsided considerably."Second brother, you're actually pretty lucky today....The monk's shiny bald head was particularly striking, with the scar on his forehead standing out.

He wore a monk's robe, but on his back was a large wine gourd. He reeked of alcohol from head to toe, a rather incongruous sight.

The old Taoist had white eyebrows and beard, looking quite ethereal. However, he was extremely unkempt, his Taoist robes tattered, with a peach wood sword stuck in his back.

When the members of the Three Ghost Sect saw him, their expressions changed drastically. Yin Jiuzhu shouted: "Taoist Qingyang, with such a grave enemy before us today, how about we settle our past grievances later"

The original Three Ghost Sect usually dealt with underworld matters, belonging to the despicable and low-class line of work.

...while the old Daoist in front of him, whose Taoist name was Qingyang, usually subdued demons and exorcised evil spirits, his clan happened to be mortal enemies with the San Gui Zong. Recently, Qingyang had been relentlessly pursuing the disciples of the San Gui Zong....

Qing Yang Daochang obviously didn't expect the people from the San Gui Zong to appear here, he was stunned for a moment and said: "Today there is no distinction between right and wrong, nor are there the San Gui Zong and Qing Yang Daochang. There are only Han Chinese fighting for their country."

"Well said."

Zhang Tie said, "No matter what grudges there are, we have to wait until today that we can save our lives."

The disciples of the San Gui Zong finally let out a long sigh of relief. They still held a deep fear for Daoist Qingyang in their hearts.

Zhang Tie Dao looked at the great monk again and said, “Master Bujie, aren’t you a monk Why are you here today”

That monk grabbed the large wine gourd and gulped down two hearty draughts, then burst into laughter. "As you said, I'm a monk who has left home, but I still have a country."

Whether an ordinary person or a monk, after all, they are individuals. When the country is in danger, every man has a responsibility. Besides, I am not just any monk!

Zhang Tie sighed in admiration: "Master, you're right. No matter what, we must fight to the death for China."

As long as there is one member of the Tie Dao Gate left, I will not allow demons from the West to set foot in China.

"My San Gui Zong is the same!"

Yin Jiu Zhu shouted, “Although what we do on a daily basis might not be considered honorable, with the nation in peril, my San Gui Sect will never lose to your Tie Dao Men!”

"What guts!"

Not-je Monk shouted, "No matter what, we all have a burning passion. Let's drink well now and fight for China afterwards."

As he spoke, he slapped the large wine gourd, and instantly the fragrance of wine filled the air. A series of clear liquor arrows shot towards the members of the Three Ghosts Sect.

Yin Jiuzhu didn't stand on ceremony either, taking a swig of the wine in front of him. The others did the same.

Then, the monk Subduing Demons offered wine to Master Tie Dao and Qing Yang. It turned out his gourd was a magical artifact, containing an endless supply of liquor that never ran dry.

"Splendid!"

Master Bujie took another large gulp of liquor, then slung the flask over his shoulder.

"I hope I'll still be alive later, and we can have a celebration then!"

Thirty miles away, the once desolate desert was now swarming with soldiers. The Eastern Expeditionary Army, composed of the Divine Court, dark forces, and other nations, pressed in like a black tide that seemed to stretch endlessly.

These people were previously divided into three groups, but they converged into one when they arrived at the gate of the Huaxia.

Helena was also in the ranks. Though imprisoned now, as a member of the Divine Court there were many of them, and to maintain appearances, she had been placed by Sanders in a carriage.

Sophie sat beside her, having arrived here after the retinue of the Divine Court departed to better protect Helena.

Sanders also did not immediately dispose of her, but instead placed the two together, waiting until after the eastern campaign was won to punish them together.

Helena gazed at the sky over China, her expression deeply complex.

She is now both happy and worried. She is happy that the man she loves has finally come back, and he is getting closer and closer.

The concern is the Divine Court, after all, I grew up there and still have an extremely deep affection for it. Now seeing it about to be destroyed by Sanders' hands.

And she could only watch helplessly, completely powerless to stop it.

Sophie said, "What are you thinking about"

Helena sighed: "I wonder if there will ever be another Divine Court after today!"

Sophie comforted: “Don’t worry, Doctor Ye will take your face into consideration and leave a way out for the Divine Court.”

Helena murmured, "I hope so, that these fools don't go too far."

The Eastern Expeditionary Army was advancing quickly, getting closer and closer to the northwestern border.

Suddenly, a bat flew rapidly from afar and transformed into a human figure. It turned out to be a blood race duke.

Now, the Three Factions Alliance has formed, and the Blood Race, known for its speed, is responsible for gathering intelligence.

How's it going

An ancient blood race ahead asked.

This guy has lived for tens of thousands of years, and his voice is incredibly dry when he speaks.

The Vampire Duke replied, "My ancestor, there are Chinese people guarding the front."

When he said this, the expressions of everyone present changed.

"Is the response from China this quick"

Sanders said, "What's going on How many people are there, and what are their cultivation levels"

The vampire duke said, "There aren't many, about twenty or so."

His cultivation level wasn't high either. The strongest among them was roughly equivalent to a Count in my blood clan, and those slightly weaker were like Viscounts.

As soon as he finished speaking, the room erupted in laughter.

This expedition saw the deployment of veteran powerhouses from various factions, all possessing formidable strength.

Don't say that his power is comparable to a vampire duke, even a prince or a grand duke wouldn't count for much.

"Haha, really funny, when did China become so weak"

The speaker is Shauluk, a great sage from the country of A. This guy laughs arrogantly, completely inheriting the haughty and conceited tradition of his country.

“I think these people are too low in cultivation and run slowly. I'm afraid that when our army arrives, they will be so scared that they will wet their pants!”

This time, the one speaking was Samaras, one of the three awakened Olympian gods. This guy is just as arrogant as they come.

Others were the same. They had come here with some trepidation, for it was a mysterious country that no one had dared to enter for many years.

Only now did they realize that China was far weaker than they had anticipated, which made them arrogant.

"Let's go and have a look, and see how these Han people are running away in disarray!"

A cheer arose from the crowd, and they quickly rushed toward the border.

After a short time, they arrived in front of the three poplar trees. Just as that vampire duke had said, there were only about twenty people standing here, and their strength wasn't very strong.

Only the monk and the old Taoist were at the Heaven Rank, while the others were all at the Earth Rank, with a few just reaching the Profound Rank.

But unlike what was expected, these people stood there with calm expressions and firm, fearless gazes. The anticipated scene of fleeing in disarray did not occur.

On the contrary, Zhang Tiedao held his greatsword in hand, and with a single step, he stepped out, making a sound like a booming bell.

"This is the land of Xia, all of you stop here!"."Master Daojie, please don't be so polite."Huang Fujing's face was not looking too good either, "I came here this time to ask your sect for an explanation from a disciple named Chu Xiao."As soon as h...