Chapter 64 General Zhan

"How would I know about the affairs of my ancestors? ......!"

Tang Xuanfeng scratched his head and said helplessly, not expecting this guy to be so nagging—he was almost a match for Zhenhua and Haoyang.

"Hey! Tell me, do you think this disaster was caused by the Demon Race?" Tang Xuanfeng asked.

"The Demon Race? What is that?" Dr. Zhenhua asked immediately upon hearing Tang Xuanfeng's words, looking puzzled.

Just as the Federation announced that all new energy sources would be banned, and graphene used for storing electricity would also be prohibited—making people believe they could escape the torment of a bizarre disease—unexpectedly, meteorites suddenly plummeted from the sky, bringing about the apocalypse.

Homelands were destroyed, and families torn apart. Just as those who were celebrating having escaped being crushed to death or burned alive by magma were catching their breath, they were brutally slaughtered by the Demon Race in the blink of an eye.

When the Demon Race first appeared, it was a catastrophe for the entire planet. Wherever they went, not a blade of grass grew; they survived by sucking human blood and cultivating demonic arts.

The Demon Race was so cruel that they would drain the blood straight out of a living human, leaving behind nothing but a bag of skin, a pair of bulging, terrified eyes of the dead, and a body tortured to death by the loss of blood.

It was said that no one had ever seen the true appearance of the Demon Race.

Clad entirely in black, they were like soul-reaping emissaries from hell, harvesting lives in this world.

The worst atrocity was the complete destruction of an entire city, a site still preserved to this day as a monument to human shame.

If children cried late at night, disobeyed, or refused to practice martial arts, families would even resort to saying, "If you don't behave, we'll throw you to the Demon Race," and similar threats, making them the ultimate nightmare for every child.

Back then, the Demon Race was utterly devoid of conscience, perceived by the people as great fiends who committed every imaginable evil. People blamed every single disaster on the Demon Race.

It was only when countless martial arts masters emerged from the pugilistic world and the government launched a powerful crackdown that the terror of the Demon Race finally came to an abrupt halt.

After this, the surviving humans discovered that the sky had turned blue, and the oxygen they breathed was no longer grainy.

The earth began to regain its vitality, filled with lush trees everywhere, as if they had entered a primeval forest.

Had it not been for that apocalyptic disaster, they would have thought the heavens had come down to help them restore the environment.

At the same time, the world's animals underwent mutations. Wolves that originally grew to a little over a meter now reached one and a half meters—nearly the height of an adult human—becoming far more menacing and constantly threatening human lives.

Nearly a thousand years had passed without them experiencing such a disaster, and people had long forgotten about the Demon Race, only for it to be brought up again now.

It was all because Tang Xuanfeng had stumbled upon a book in the research lab's library titled *The Tragedies of the Human Race*.

It vividly recorded the dark history of the Demon Race invading humanity, making no mention of the fact that the environment had improved precisely because of their appearance.

The book was primarily used to inspire people to diligently practice martial arts, grow stronger, and protect themselves.

Almost everyone who read it felt a heavy oppression in their hearts, because these were tragedies that could very well happen to them once again.

However, as time passed, all hatred faded away with the years, and people had long since lowered their guard—though their martial arts training had never been neglected.

Qi Tian was originally from a distant place. For the sake of his education, he had traveled alone to Mount Wudang, purely to become stronger.

His sister had been gathering herbs on the outskirts of the forest when she was suddenly killed by a wild beast. By the time her family found her, only a pile of white bones and fragments of her clothing remained.

Back then, his sister had been exceptionally good to him. He still clearly remembered sending her off on a journey, never imagining that parting would become a separation by life and death.

From then on, he began grueling training. While other eight-year-olds were running, he was lifting bronze tripods.

While other nine-year-olds were practicing boxing, he was sparring with older boys in their teens.

While other ten-year-olds were just beginning to touch weapons, he was already hunting wild beasts in the deep forest, managing to kill a wolf despite being covered in scars.

Because wolves are pack animals, his actions attracted another wolf that attacked him as well. Fighting for his life, he killed the second wolf too.

In a wretched state, his clothes soaked through with blood to the point where their original color was no longer distinguishable, he dragged both wolves back to the village.

By selling the two wolves, he successfully earned two spirit stones.

Thus, he embarked on his journey of learning, successfully entered the inner sect, and subsidized much of his family's living expenses.

He ventured deep into the mountains once again, attempting to find the beast that had murdered his sister. After searching for two or three days without even finding a trace, a knot was left permanently in his heart.

Hearing Tang Xuanfeng mention the Demon Race, he recalled the painful history taught by his teacher at the Wudang Academy and was just about to say something—

When he noticed the three people opposite him staring fixedly at him, even Zhenhua no longer tinkering with his orb.

Their eyes were wide open, and upon closer inspection, Qi Tian seemed to see sheer terror within them.

Qi Tian instantly felt a sense of foreboding. A terror born from the depths of his heart spread through him, reminding him of the white figure he had seen earlier.

He turned his head, and a white figure entered his field of vision. The figure wore a suit of black armor, yet the immediate impression was of a stark, gleaming white body. Qi Tian's pupils instantly constricted; looking through the armor's gaps, he saw a pile of stark white bones.

At that very moment, the figure raised a long spear and thrust it at him. Qi Tian wanted to dodge the blow, but a sudden thought struck him:

There were people behind him. He took the blow head-on.

The spearhead was sharp and pierced straight into his bone. Qi Tian felt a sharp pang of pain, his chest bones buzzing numbly as if they were about to shatter.

Gritting his teeth immediately, he grabbed the shaft of the spear and yanked it out of his wound.

Instantly, the white shadow retreated backward. Qi Tian pressed one hand against his wound and lunged forward to attack.

Though the pain from the wound was excruciating, his pain tolerance was extraordinary. Moving like the wind, he thrust his sword directly into the adversary's chest!

In the next instant, however, his expression changed drastically. Though he had accurately aimed for the gap in the armor, he realized he still could not penetrate it.

His brows knit in a cold glare; the white bones beneath the black armor on the opposite side were actually shifting, as if mocking him?

Qi Tian let out a cold snort, withdrew his sword, leaped back, and shouted coldly,

"My Sword Alone Dominates!"

Infused with true qi, his sword seemed blessed, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

Though his blade appeared to move slowly, it arrived in the blink of an eye.

The sword seemed to multiply into countless afterimages as it slashed down toward the neck of the skeletal warrior.