Yang Tian looked at the man and the warriors behind him and said calmly, "This is a warrior's spiritual tablet. Try and see if you can carve your name on it."
As Yang Tian said that, he handed the golden fountain pen to the man in front of him.
"Ugh ~ Peng ~"
As soon as Yang Tian let go of the pen, the man fell to the ground and the pen in his hand fell to the ground.
The man was only a Rank 4 warrior. It was difficult for him to even pick up the golden fountain pen as it weighed more than a thousand pounds.
"Hehe ~"
The man climbed up from the ground and scratched his head embarrassedly as he laughed. It was very awkward.
"Let me try!"
At this time, a skinny warrior behind the man walked up and said.
This martialist's cultivation level was one level higher than the burly man's. He was a Level 5 martialist. He bent over and used both his fingers to clasp the foot-long golden fountain pen before lifting it up forcefully.
Holding the Golden Fountain Pen with both hands, the martial artist slowly walked towards the crystal stele.
At this time, the warriors around him were staring at him, wondering if he could succeed.
Until now, these warriors still didn't know what benefits there would be after carving their name on the tablet.
When this martial artist was still three meters away from the crystal monument, he was already shivering from the cold. At the same time, he also encountered a strong, soft resistance.
He had no choice but to return the golden fountain pen to Yang Tian with a bitter smile.
Next, more and more warriors came to try. But with their rank, they couldn't even get close to the tablet, let alone carve their name on it.
Not far away, a large number of exotic beasts gathered, but they didn't dare to come close. After a long time, they all left.
More and more martialists arrived. Almost every one of them wanted to give it a try.
…
Li Junyang lifted the wooden board that covered him and climbed up while rubbing his neck.
At this time, the city was filled with the sound of people moving things. The fierce battle had stopped.
Li Junyang immediately became nervous.
Is this city already occupied by the Zichen Empire's soldiers?
With anger in his heart, Li Junyang found the detonator. Just as he was about to press the trigger to kill the Zichen Empire's soldiers, a little girl in a red coat walked past him.
Li Junyang's eyes widened when he saw the little girl.
"Little Jing, the city is in chaos right now. Why are you running around?" At this moment, a middle-aged woman ran over and grabbed the little girl.
Seeing this situation, Li Junyang couldn't help but let go of the detonator in his hand.
The middle-aged woman looked at Li Junyang and bowed. She turned around and was about to leave with the little girl when Li Junyang immediately said, "Wait a minute, what's going on …"
Soon after.
"Wu wu wu …"
After Li Junyang heard the result, he sat on the ground and cried.
"Zhao Hai, Liu Jingyu, Wang Chenggong..." While crying, Li Junyang called out some names.
"Whew ~"
At this moment, a gust of wind blew over, sweeping up the snow on the side of the street and making it dance in the air.
…
Most of the martial artists in the city had left the city.
Li Junyang was searching through the piles of corpses in the city.
Every time he saw the corpses of the Zichen Empire's soldiers, he would feel happy. But when he saw the corpses of his companions who failed, he would feel sad.
There were more than one hundred people in the junior class, but not all of them succeeded. Only about one third of them succeeded in detonating the explosives on their bodies.
Perhaps some people would think that this method was stupid!
Yes!
Stupid to the point that they were willing to sacrifice their lives in order to defeat the Zichen Empire's soldiers.
If all the high-level martial artists in the world were this stupid, perhaps things wouldn't be like this. These young martial artists wouldn't have died. Instead, they would have become a new generation of martial artists with spiritual beliefs.
Not long after, Li Junyang found the body of his grandfather, Li Yuan. A young man just happened to move Li Yuan's body out of the pile of corpses.
Li Yuan was a rank seven martial artist, but he was still sacrificed.
In this cold weather, the body had already stiffened. There was a penetrating wound on the chest of the corpse. The enemy had directly destroyed his heart.
Although he was already dead, Li Yuan's eyes were still wide open, and his face was still filled with anger.
"Rest in peace!"
A young man who was cleaning up the corpses said faintly. He wiped Li Yuan's eyes with his hand, but Li Yuan's eyes were still wide open.
Li Junyang wiped his eyes and walked forward to support his grandfather's body.
"Grandfather, I'm not dead. We won, you can rest in peace!
We will always remember you … "Li Junyang held back his grief and said faintly with a gratified smile on his face.
After Li Junyang said that, he raised his hand and placed it on Li Yuan's eyes.
When Li Junyang's hand touched Li Yuan's face, Li Yuan closed his eyes and his face became peaceful.
Human beings have souls …
Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
The number of martial artists who gathered around the crystal tablet was getting fewer and fewer.
Because after trying, everyone knew that only a rank eight martial artist could get close to the crystal tablet. Only a rank nine martial artist could carve their name on the tablet.
It was only a possibility because no high-level martial artist had come.
Why?
Because of shame!
Yang Tian had already said that this crystal tablet was a martial artist's spiritual tablet!
How could those high-level martial artists who hid in the back and didn't dare to fight have the right to carve their names on it?
Even if they came, Yang Tian wouldn't give them the golden fountain pen and let their names stain the tablet.
Housekeeper Wu, Mark, Nuo La, Xiao Fei, Zhou Hao, Zhao Shuangxing … these people finally appeared in front of Yang Tian.
"Let me try!"
Mark looked at Yang Tian and smiled.
Yang Tian nodded and handed over the golden fountain pen.
Housekeeper Wu, Mark, and the others didn't come to Wabo City, but they were stationed in the nearby Rose City. Once Wabo City fell, it would be their turn.
Martial artists from all over the world couldn't all gather in the same city at the same time.
Mark was a peak rank seven martial artist, so of course he didn't succeed.
After failing, Mark sighed and returned the golden fountain pen to Yang Tian.
Next were Housekeeper Wu, Xiao Fei, Zhao Shuangxing …
Many people tried, but no one succeeded.
In the end, they also left, leaving only Yang Tian and the Little Blue Dragon here.
Yang Tian sat cross-legged under the crystal tablet with his eyes closed, thinking about what the masked man in black said …
Not long after, a young martial artist came here.
"My name is Li Junyang. Big Brother Yang, all of us in the Junior Class are your fans. We didn't embarrass you in this battle.
We have more than a thousand people, but more than three hundred of them died … "
Li Junyang used an emotional voice to describe how hard the young martial artists in the Junior Class had worked during this period of time!
After hearing this, Yang Tian was deeply moved. He couldn't help but smile in relief.
The martial artists' spirits hadn't disappeared yet!
Suddenly, Yang Tian understood!
"Big Brother Yang, these are the comrades of our Junior Class who sacrificed themselves. None of them are cowards. Except for you, they are the ones who are most qualified to engrave their names on this tablet!"
As Li Junyang spoke, he took out a piece of white paper from his bosom.
The white paper was filled with names.
Wang Haolong, Zhao Hai, Xu Zhijie, Liu Jingyu, Wang Chenggong …
A total of three hundred and eight people.
Some of these young martial artists died in the hands of the Purple Chen Empire's soldiers, while some were killed by their own city's high rank martial artists. They were given the crime of disrupting the order of the city.
"Yang Da, please carve their names on this monument as well!"
After handing the list to Yang Tian, Li Junyang cried and clenched his fist.
"Okay!" Yang Tian nodded heavily.
The paper in his hand was very light, but Yang Tian felt that it was heavy …