<h4>Chapter 1077: He Can’t Lose This Battle!</h4>


    The past week had been tough for the entire. Many people were waiting desperately for it to pass, while ordinary people only saw this as a rare battle between Golden Core Cultivators.


    All the reporters from different Inte tforms, television stations and media had gathered in Chu Zhou City.


    They set up all kinds of equipment and drones that aimed at the top of Yun Wu Mountain, ready to capture the earth-shattering battle. The advertisement to be shown during the battle was even sold at two billion by apany specialized in making “Health Care Spirit Dew.”


    Young people were discussing it on the Inte. They didn’t know much about the eight alien races and the Golden Core Level. They just thought that Chen Fan was definitely no match for those alien races, since they had a muchrger number of people. Still, Chen Fan had a geographical advantage, so there was a chance for him to hang on for a bit. After all, they all hoped Chen Fan wouldn’t die right after the battle started. He had to at least die honorably.


    On the other hand, many elders and people of the cultivation world were being weighed down by grief.


    That wasn’t a “battle between Golden Core Cultivators,” but one that determined the fate of the Earth.


    The eight alien races were the main forces among the Dark Races. They represented powerful factions that dominated the Earth from the shadows. They had rarely showed up in the past six years and many cultivators had just heard a little about them. This day, they were intent on making an appearance to kill Chen Fan in front of billions of people.


    It wasn’t some kind of battle. It was a demonstration, an armed protest!


    The eight alien races would certainly use their most powerful energies to destroy Chen Fan and astonish the world at the same time, so everyone would know how terrifying they were.


    By then, people’s morale would sink to the bottom and it would be difficult to rouse them again.


    “That is why Chen Beixuan can’t lose the battle,” a high-level Qi Refinement Cultivator said.


    However, it was easier said than done. Ordinary people only thought the eight alien races had some Golden Core Cultivators, but they had no idea how many there were. There were in fact tons of them, not to mention the Nascent Soul Cultivators in their ranks. If their Nascent Soul Cultivators also joined the battle, the entire Yun Wu Mountain would copse, no matter how strong Chen Fan was.


    “Let’s go to Chu Zhou City. We may not be able to help Chen Beixuan, but we can cheer for him.” The Gu family, Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Ba Ji Sect, the Tai Chi Sect... The Golden Core Ancestral Patriarchs of many sects were leading half of their elites to Chu Zhou City.


    In a blink—


    Chu Zhou City was flooded with countless top cultivators.


    A lot of reporters filmed the sky with their cameras. There were beams of light shing in the air and they were apparently cultivators of the Connate Level or even above.


    “Liu Song and his three disciples from the Zhengyang Sect. That’s a famous sect in Sichuan.”


    “The Ancestral Master of the Ba Ji Sect brought four Connate Cultivators and the top young Overlord, Gao Baisheng, with him!”


    “The Sect Master of the Tai Chi Sect didn’te, but Chen Jiuyang and the five Connate Cultivators are all here.”


    “Wait, those are the cultivators from Dragon Tiger Mountain. A few Ancestral Patriarchs of the Zhang family also came. Oh God, this battle will be fenomenal...”


    Many people eximed.


    Since they were living in an era where Spirit Qi had been restored, cultivators were seen like movie stars. They caught everyone’s attention whenever they showed up.


    Most of them were worshipped like deities.


    And now, they were all in Chu Zhou City. There were even five or so Golden Core Overlords. “<i>Wasn’t this just a battle between Chen Fan and the Dark Races? Why did those powerful cultivatorse to watch?”</i>


    Young people on the Inte didn’t understand.


    Only the sages who noticed the crisis on Earth over thest few years felt a chill down their spines. The Chinese Overlords gathering in that ce meant that they had also sensed the great power and pressure.


    “Master, Azure Dragon is here.”


    On the top of Yun Wu Mountain.


    Chen Fan had been sitting on a cliff for two days, without talking or eating. His long hair was loose and his skin was fair.


    “Bring him to me.” Chen Fan nodded.


    Azure Dragon arrived with Red Sparrow and a group of people. Chen Fan could sense eight Connate Cultivators behind him. All the elites of Kunlun were probably present. Other than that, Chen Fan even felt the energy of Tang Yuanqin, the Ancestral Master of the Ba Ji Sect and Chen Jiuyang. Azure Dragon obviously represented half of the forces in China.


    “My friend, why are you doing this?”


    Azure Dragon heaved a sigh when he saw Chen Fan.


    “Haha.” Chen Fan smiled and nced over this leader of Kunlun, who was muscr, determined and was standing upright with a beard that seemed like a bed of needles. “You still haven’t recovered from your injury. Why are you here? I can defeat those Dark Races with a single attack. As for the Taichu Temple, the Wuji Arena and the Sun Pce, do you know anything about them?”


    “You’re indeed a Perfected Cultivator. Ten years ago, I was already far behind you. And now, you can even examine my injury at a nce.” Azure Dragon also burst intoughter, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes and he put away his smile.


    “Those cultivation sacred grounds are supported by the Deities from others. Although we aren’t sure who those Deities are exactly, we know that they’re looking for some kind of ‘opportunity’ around the historical sites and dangerous ces, including those in the Grotto-heavens.


    Azure Dragon then bowed and said to Chen Fan respectfully, “Since they focused on the search for that ‘opportunity,’ we managed to maintain peace on Earth. However, it seems that they’re about to find the opportunity and the Dark Races are also bing arrogant. Nantian has only reached the mid-stage Golden Core level and is still far from the Nascent Soul Level.


    “Perfected Cultivator Chen, Earth is in danger now. Please tell me how long you need to reach the Nascent Soul Level. If it’s within five years, I’ll try my best to help you.”


    He spoke with determination and anticipation in his eyes, which burned like a candle of hope.


    The people behind Azure Dragon gasped after such a statement.


    They had never thought Azure Dragon would be so confident in Chen Fan, thinking that he could reach the Nascent Soul Level in such a short time. In Azure Dragon’s eyes, Chen Fan was apparently more talented than Ye Nantian.


    All of a sudden, everyone focused their attention on Chen Fan.


    If he could be a Nascent Soul Cultivator, the crisis in front of them would immediately be solved. Not even the Dark Races and the Taichu Temple would dare offend a force that had a Nascent Soul Cultivator.