The Blues Family disciples and the Flame Legion were more than capable of handling the tree monsters, so John didn’t rush into action. He stood atop the city walls, closely monitoring the battlefield.
The sounds of battle echoed through the air.
Shouts, roars, and the cries of the enchanted tree monsters as they were felled by the Blues Family disciples. Arrows flew from the walls, and spells rained down, each strike bringing down another monster.
John felt a sense of pride. The Flame Legion and the Blues Family disciples were now among the elite forces in the world of Gods.
While he had provided significant support, he was also aware of the hard work everyone had put in over time.
“John, would you be interested in becoming the head of Shengwu Sect?” Chris appeared beside him, speaking calmly.
“Old man, you must be joking. This is your Blues Family’s force,” John replied, glancing at Chris with a hint of exasperation.
He had a growing suspicion that Chris wanted to hand over the entire Blues Family to him. “I’m not joking,” Chris said, giving John a serious look before falling silent.
He had made up his mind that once the city was established, he would support John in uniting all the Ancient Martial Arts families.
This decision wasn’t just to aid John but also to ensure the future of the Blues Family. There was a hidden family within the Ancient Martial Arts clans—one with a terrifying reputation and a complex relationship with the Blues Family.
With the emergence of the world of Gods, Chris feared that this hidden family might resurface.
He didn’t want to fall under their control again, and John was his only hope.
“Hmm?” John frowned as he noticed that several Blues Family disciples below had suddenly disappeared.
They weren’t killed by the tree monsters; it seemed more like their connection to the world of Gods had been forcibly severed.
Could something have happened in the real world?
A sense of foreboding washed over John. Players couldn’t log out while in combat unless something significant occurred in reality.
He quickly turned to Chris and urged, “Old man, send someone to log out and check if something’s happened in the real world.”
Chris had noticed the same thing and nodded. Just as he was about to speak, Peter came running over, looking panicked.
“Father, something terrible has happened!” Peter’s face was pale as he reported, “The Griffin Family patriarch, leading the Griffin Family along with the Willow, Eisen, Dwight, and Hower families, plus a group of assassins armed with modern weapons, has invaded our family estate.”
“What?!” Chris staggered, nearly collapsing from the shock.
John rushed forward to steady him.
Chris, his face drained of color, waved John off and quickly said, “Young man, there are too many enemies. The Blues Family can’t hold them off. You need to take Tracy and Sini and escape now.”
Turning to Peter, Chris ordered, “Tell all family members to log out immediately and defend the estate with everything they’ve got.”
“Wait!” John stopped Peter before he could leave.
With five powerful families attacking, the Blues Family was surely outmatched. There was only one solution that could turn the tide.
“We need to fuse attributes with the real world!” John declared.
“Hurry up and say what you’re thinking!” Peter snapped, irritated by the delay.
John didn’t waste any time. He pulled out all of the Attribute Fusion Stones he had-359 in total-and handed them to Peter, instructing him firmly, “Select the 359 elite disciples of the Blues Family and have them fuse with these. It will allow them to bring the power and skills from the world of Gods into the real world.”
Peter looked at the stones in his hand, his brow furrowed in skepticism. It was clear that he didn’t believe John’s words. Irritated, he snapped, “Kid, do you think this is the time for jokes? You should be getting Tracy and the others out of here!”
“I’m not joking!” John retorted, equally frustrated. He knew the integrity of the Blues Family, and he wouldn’t have risked giving away these Attribute Fusion Stones unless he was certain of their value.
He continued, “You and the old master should be the first to fuse. Armstrong and the others have already done it. Trust me!”
Peter hesitated, then turned to Chris, looking for confirmation.
Chris didn’t hesitate. He picked up one of the Attribute Fusion Stones and began the fusion process immediately.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Peter quickly started organizing the selected disciples. “Thank you, old master!” John said sincerely. He could feel Chris’s unconditional trust in him. “The Blues Family should be thanking you!” Chris responded, giving John a meaningful look before logging out to handle the crisis in the real world.
John didn’t waste another moment. He gathered Anna, Ada, and Ritchie, giving them quick instructions: “I have something critical to take care of. The defense against the monster tide is in your hands. Can you handle it?”
“Don’t worry, boss. The Flame Legion won’t fall as long as I’m standing. Saint Martial Sect is safe with us!” Ritchie assured him, having overheard the conversation earlier. He was determined to prove his loyalty.
“We’ll handle it, don’t worry,” Anna added promptly.
Ada simply nodded firmly, her resolve clear in her eyes.
“Be safe!” John urged, then rushed to find Sini and Tracy.
The two women had already fused their attributes with the real world, and th
strength
would be crucial.
Tracy, with her Spirit Priest abilities, especially had the potential to turn the tide of any
battle.
Upon hearing that the Blues Family was in danger, neither hesitated-they immediately logged out to assist.
“Armstrong, you stay here,” John said, stopping him as he prepared to log out.
“Why, brother-in-law?” Armstrong asked, worried about his family’s safety and not
understanding John’s reasoning.
“The real world is under attack, but so is Saint Martial Sect. I need you here to oversee things.
If anything goes wrong, I need you to alert me immediately,” John explained, his tone
serious.
Armstrong looked at the Flame Legion holding back the monster tide below. After a moment’s thought, he nodded solemnly and bowed deeply to John. “Brother-in-law, I
entrust the Blues Family to you.”
John returned the nod, then logged out.
Buzz…
The moment John’s senses returned to the real world, he was greeted by the sound of rapid gunfire, mixed with screams and curses.
The use of modern weapons meant that these assassins were likely sent by the Mike White
Family.
John’s expression turned cold. Without hesitation, he moved swiftly toward the Blues Family’s mountain gate.
Where chaos and bloodshed awaited him. The scene before him was like a glimpse of hell
itself.
Over two thousand assassins, fully armed and equipped with assault rifles, mercilessly opened fire on the disciples of the Blues Family, not even sparing the ordinary family members who were non-combatants.
The power of firearms was overwhelming, and even the skilled Ancient Martial Arts practitioners were unable to withstand the onslaught. Bodies littered the ground, and blood
stained the earth red.
The principle of not involving family in conflicts was a core tenet of Ancient Martial Arts, but these attackers had crossed a line that should never have been breached.
An uncontrollable wave of fury surged within John-these people deserved nothing less than
death.
He noticed Sini surrounded by a swarm of assassins, fighting for her life.
Boom!
John raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning struck down, instantly reducing a dozen assassins
to charred remains.
Boom!
Suddenly, a thunderous crack echoed from the distant forest-it was the unmistakable sound
of a sniper rifle!
John’s heart raced as he sensed the imminent danger. Instinctively, he activated Iron Armor.
Bang!
The sniper’s bullet struck with a force that sent him stumbling backward. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and coughed up blood.
Although Iron Armor had absorbed most of the impact, the sheer force of the bullet had still managed to injure him.
“John!” Sini cried out in panic, rushing to his side to check on him.
“I’m fine,” he reassured her, shielding her with his body. His eyes were cold as he glared into
the depths of the forest. “Sini, leave no one alive.”
“Understood!” Sini nodded. Having been trained as an assassin under Aron, she was well-
acquainted with the tactics of snipers.
She gripped her dagger tightly, her form gradually fading until she was completely invisible
-a skill only the most skilled Assassins possessed.
Trusting Sini to handle the snipers, John turned his attention to the assassins who were wildly spraying bullets with their assault rifles. Elemental energy surged within him.
He unleashed Blaze Explosion, Rupture, and Chain Lightning in quick succession, cycling
through the single-target spells with precision.
The battlefield was chaotic, and he couldn’t risk using area-of-effect spells for fear of hitting
members of the Blues Family.
Even so, the explosive power of his magic caused massive casualties among the enemy.
“That’s him! That’s Godslayer! Take him down!” one of the assassins shouted as they recognized John. Instantly, the focus shifted, and a hail of bullets was directed his way. John sneered, standing his ground as the storm of bullets rained down on him.
His Iron Armor had withstood a sniper round-these assault rifles posed no threat.
Boom! Boom!
The ground shook with the force of his magical attacks. The assassins fell in droves, their
ranks decimated.
Though they were cold, emotionless killing machines, the sheer might of John’s power
instilled fear in them-fear of the unknown.
“What the hell? Is this guy a monster?” “Magic! It’s the magic from the world of Gods!”
“Impossible. This is the real world…”
Panic spread among the assassins. One of them, acting on impulse, pulled out a grenade,
yanked the pin, and hurled it toward John with all his might.
John’s expression tightened-his Iron Armor was on the verge of breaking and wouldn’t
withstand the grenade’s blast.
Quickly, he conjured a Water Mist Clone, placing it between himself and the grenade.
Boom!
The grenade exploded, sending shrapnel flying in all directions. The Water Mist Clone was instantly shredded, and John was hit by the blast, though the damage was not severe. “Monster! This guy is definitely a monster!” The remaining few hundred assassins, seeing
John emerge almost unscathed, were consumed by an overwhelming fear that shattered their resolve completely.
“Die!” John growled, unleashing his dark magic spell, Annihilation. A small, fist-sized black
sphere shot out, like a miniature black hole. As it moved forward, the space around it rippled,
even the light itself was devoured. The three hundred assassins didn’t even have time to scream before they were swallowed up, vanishing into nothingness.
With the immediate threat neutralized, John allowed himself a brief moment of relief.
Despite his immense power, he realized that his current strength was still lacking when faced
with the raw destructive force of modern weaponry-it was a close call.
Boom! Boom!
In the forest, the sound of sniper rifles echoed sporadically, gradually growing fainter.
Occasionally, a terrified scream pierced the air.
Clearly, Sini had taken action.
Around him, the sounds of screams and battle cries filled the air as Blues Family disciples
launched a fierce counterattack.
The combined forces of the five families, totaling over 25,000, were more than double the
number of Blues Family disciples.
Yet, among the Blues Family, there were over 300 elite members who had undergone the divine attribute fusion, significantly enhancing their strength. This sudden surge in power allowed them to not only hold their ground but to begin overwhelming the attacking forces. “Harry! Today we settle both old and new scores!” Chris’s voice thundered through the battlefield, his sword humming with deadly intent as he charged at a man with a shadowy face and a hooked nose.
This was Harry, the Griffin Family patriarch and a grandmaster-level fighter. “Hmph, you’re overestimating yourself!” Harry sneered, wielding a double-ended staff,
sharpened at both ends.
Clang!
The two weapons collided with a resounding clash, forcing both men to step back. However, Harry had the slight advantage, regaining his footing after just three steps. He stared at Chris in disbelief and surprise. “You… you’ve broken through to the grandmaster
level as well!”
The last time they fought, Harry had nearly killed Chris, leaving him gravely injured. He had
assumed that even if Chris survived, he would be a shadow of his former self. But now, Chris had reached the grandmaster level!
“Hmph, grandmaster? You’re nothing special!” Chris sneered in return, snapping his arm to straighten the flexible sword. The blade shimmered with lethal energy as he charged at Harry
once more.