Chapter 438
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Chapter 438: The Former Strongest Warriors of the Martial Realm
Above the clouds.
Immortal Golden Lotus looked down at the battlefield below, feeling a sense of relief.
As one of the top-ranking elders in the sect, and with cultivation reaching the late Nascent Soul stage, if he didn’t intervene, there would be few left in the Blood Lotus Sect who could handle the situation.
Even the Grand Elder in the sect wouldn’t be much stronger than him, just holding a higher status and possessing more spiritual symbols and treasures.
"Regardless, we have managed to get rid of this intruding Qiao family member…"
However, behind him, Immortal Green Lotus didn’t look too good.
In these past few days, she was responsible for negotiating the sect’s cooperation with Long Life Gate’s Immortal Changqing.
Immortal Changqing had emphasized the troublesomeness of the Qiao family member in order to form an alliance.
One of which was…
The Qiao family member has always been sneaky and cunning, appearing to act alone but actually never acting alone.
If a Qiao family member dies, an elder from the Qiao family will come following the bloodline, seemingly able to travel far through a magical ability called earth escape inherited from a supernatural bloodline…
"How could I actually take action…" Immortal Green Lotus felt some regret.
Just now, she had intentionally not reminded about this matter, feeling somewhat amused at the thought of seeing Immortal Golden Lotus embarrassed.
But now Qiao Qijin was really dead, and she felt a hint of regret in her heart.
Things change with time, and now that the most powerful Immortal Golden Lotus is dead, she regrets her actions.
Because at some point, from the chaotic mountain forest, another person with a similar appearance emerged.
Hmph!
The forceful punch pierced through hundreds or even thousands of kilometers in an instant, engulfing Immortal Golden Lotus.
The protective robe suddenly shattered in a burst of light, and its fragments mixed with the bones scattered in the powerful True Strength.
"Senior Brother Golden Lotus—" Immortal Green Lotus exclaimed, then swiftly transformed into light and fled.
Immortal White Lotus and the others behind reacted so quickly that they were momentarily stunned.
After hesitating for a moment, Immortal White Lotus extended his hand and captured the remaining bones of Immortal Golden Lotus with a gesture, then transformed into a rainbow light and left.
Qiao Mu emerged from the forest, clenched his fist and looked up at the sky.
His gaze went through the distant distance and landed on the few Nascent Soul cultivators who were fleeing. He furrowed his brow slightly, but did not strike again.
It’s not about being lenient or careless, but… there was no longer a need…
He looked up at Martial Saint once more.
At this moment, Martial Saint was still holding the body of Qiao Qijin.
The ability to heal wounds with Flesh Changing Skill isn’t as powerful as Wu Qizheng’s Shape Changing Skill.
Additionally, by using the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill to devour the flesh and blood of strong opponents, one can achieve the purpose of nourishment and recovery.
At this moment, his flesh and skin spread out, with broken bones piercing through, a serious injury for ordinary people and not easily healed even for the creator of Flesh Changing Skill.
However, what he was holding in his hands belonged to Qiao Qijin’s corpse.
"Is this another member of the Qiao family?"
Martial Saint was not surprised at all.
It wasn’t the first time he had encountered a member of the Qiao family, and in recent years, he had heard about their exploits.
If he considered the Qiao family member as a formidable enemy and contemplated strategies, it wouldn’t be as disastrous as it was for the cultivators of the ancient times…
"It seems you were prepared for this," Qiao Mu spoke up.
Death to him was not like an everyday thing, but as natural as eating and pooping.
This mistake made him get a Death Assessment of high D rank (1*100), slightly better than suicide.
He looked around, keeping an eye on all sides.
Martial Saint was hugging Qiao Qijin’s body at that moment, standing still, and his physical injuries were healing.
Beneath this peak, footsteps started to echo slowly.
Among these few people.
There was the swordsman Old Hu, with a stubbly beard seen before.
There was a middle-aged man in a white robe holding a long spear, a stern-faced old monk with a dignified look, and a martial artist with a graceful and handsome appearance…
A total of nine people.
No matter who it is, they all have extraordinary temperament and majestic authority.
A flash of white light, the white-faced young man’s figure floated in the air, following the sound of bursting air, he elegantly arrived.
His fists were like the wind, between the punches of his two arms, he created multiple shadow punches, as if having seven or eight arms all punching at once.
Wu Qizheng and others naturally recognized this technique, it was the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps.
Wu Qizheng frowned, his gaze swept through the people:
"Among the Wuji Association, there are such martial arts masters that I have never heard of before?"
Beside him, Wu Jing shook his head.
"We have never seen these people before."
"Because they are martial artists who died at Martial Saint’s hands over thirty years ago."
"But when it comes to their names, you should know."
Wu Qizheng was taken aback and then his gaze swept to the nine talented martial artists, and he began to realize.
More than thirty years ago, just ten years after the Inhuman War.
It was the agreement on swordsmanship challenge between Martial Saint and the top ten of the Jiu Province Hero List.
Apart from the mysterious disappearance of the Earth Sword Immortal, known as the world’s number one.
From second to tenth place, a total of nine people all died at the hands of Martial Saint in sequence.
The top ten of Tide Listening Building Hero List forty years ago were the ten superb martial artists who were unparalleled in the previous era.
Martial Saint, who had not yet reached the superb rank at that time, was ranked eleventh.
The process of that fierce battle had long been forgotten in history and unknown to people. Wu Qizheng and the others only knew that Martial Saint was the sole victor.
Nine amazing martial artists each held a weapon, standing tens of meters apart, surrounding Qiao Mu vaguely.
"In this world, there is naturally no such thing as the dead coming back to life. These former strongest warriors have long passed away," Wu Qizheng frowned.
"The essence of these people, no different from the swordsmen in the past, just with a changed appearance… um, ‘Fleshy Split Body’,"
"So, these are the ‘Human Demons’ ravaging the Western Province fairyland?"
"Or perhaps, they could be considered as the past strongest warriors in Martial Saint’s heart…"
Thinking of this, Wu Qizheng had a sudden realization.
Looking again at the scene in front of him, he realized it was a reenactment of the swordsmanship competition thirty years ago.
"Is this Martial Saint’s script?" he muttered to himself.
"In the time of the ten-year agreement from the past, it is said that among those nine people, some regretted, and some bravely met their end with unwavering determination…. No matter their attitude, the ultimate result was the accomplishment of the sole victor."
The last survivors were not individuals, but a group of the strongest martial artists, carrying all their long-cherished wishes…
"Whether it’s the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique or the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill, both involve refining one’s skills through challenges and spiritual practice."
Wu Qizheng was also one of the seventy-two wise men and naturally very familiar with the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique.
"Strong martial artists like Martial Saint, who possess a pure martial will, should not normally have up to nine powerful and extraordinary flesh avatars like now. This is not normal."
The goal of refining skills through challenges is to create the sharpest blade.
So, in the end, there will be only one blade, instead of ten or even nine.
Martial Saint used to be a single blade, but he is no longer one now.
"It seems my previous speculation was not wrong." Wu Qizheng squinted his eyes, feeling a bit complicated at the moment.
"There has never been a perfect saint or sage in this world."
"In the world, everyone with blood and flesh is ultimately just a mortal."
Until today, he saw Martial Saint’s weaknesses, but also felt a strange sense of pity in his heart.
"Since we’re in this situation, let’s get started." Martial Saint looked at the nine former superb martial artists around him, then looked at Qiao Mu.
With a flick of his hand, a thin silk book flew over, stopping in mid-air like a blade next to Qiao Mu, on a tree trunk in the forest.
It was titled "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill."
Qiao Mu was just ten steps away.
Despite the short distance, there were nine former superb martial artists between them.
Then they heard Martial Saint’s indifferent voice continue:
"The one standing at the end will be Martial Saint."
The heir who went the furthest on the Way of Gluttony was the number one person on the Spiritual Refining List, Wu Qiankun.
And ahead of him, there was Martial Saint, whose martial arts and spiritual refinement skills reached an unprecedented level.
What about the mysterious Qiao family member then?
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Up in the clouds.
Immortal Green Lotus held the Message Jade Talisman, turned into a rainbow, and flew away.
Immortal White Lotus and Black Lotus Master followed closely behind.
"Senior Sister Green Lotus was right before, a thousand miles embankment destroyed by ants."
"Sister, let’s go together to meet the sect leader."
The expression on Immortal Green Lotus’s face looked a little better.
She also remembered her friend who had helped her before, her complexion improved a bit, but she still coldly said:
"Since you are going with me, why not first take care of the remains of Senior Brother Golden Lotus, holding onto them serves no purpose."
She flew off in a streak of light, but suddenly there was a flash of light.
Immortal Green Lotus shuddered as she saw a hand passing through her chest from behind.
A surging force emerged from the hand, causing her chest to rapidly shrivel, like the withered branches of a tree, eventually even caving inwards, her muscles and bones twisting.
"White Lotus, you—" Immortal Green Lotus, furious, quickly struck out with a palm strike, causing Immortal White Lotus’s skin to char from the lightning.
Despite the charring, Immortal White Lotus’s face slowly started to change.
It transformed into the face of a man that seemed familiar.
"Senior Black Lotus, help—"
Her cries for help came to an abrupt stop.
She saw Senior Black Lotus and another person, both looking at her expressionless with no movement.
"Being urgent won’t help," said Immortal White Lotus in a cold male voice.
"Do you think the other Immortal Cities and the Blood Lotus Sect are intact…"
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"Eight Armed Heavenly Dragon Fist!"
Qiao Mu swung his fists like the wind, creating illusions of eight arms as he exchanged blows with the superb rank master, Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon.
This Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon, different from the revived deceased and Martial Saint’s fleshly Eight-armed clone, actually possessed powers surpassing the original Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon.
However, even with the same set of Grand Ancestor Long Fist, different people can show different power.
With the True strength as vast as the 5000 years, the same martial art was displayed, directly smashing the founder of this martial art, Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon, with a punch, sending his figure flying backwards for dozens of meters.
This is not just a one-on-one fight, as Qiao Mu’s old power has faded and the new power has not yet emerged, the White-clothed Spear Saint has arrived.
Spear Saint’s spear is called Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear.
The last move realized in his later years is a self-sacrificial technique burning like a flame, called Jingwei Filling the Sea.
At this moment, a cold light appeared first, then when the spear was thrust, those cold lights turned into fiery red sparks, piercing the air with a momentum like a wildfire.
"Huahua Huahua Huahua!" Qiao Mu’s figure spun like a top, the human-sized King Qin Sword in his hand moved along the trajectory of Spear Saint’s long spear, and then suddenly shook, knocking Spear Saint along with the spear away, hitting the skinny old monk who was charging towards them, making a loud sound like hitting metal.
Qiao Mu took a step forward, his figure flashing, already stepping out of the encirclement of these few people.
"In the martial arts world of the previous generation forty years ago, from second to tenth place, plus Martial Saint, there were a total of ten people, but still one was missing."
Qiao Mu carried the King Qin Sword, and the vast true strength of five thousand years surged in.
"Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship!"
The human-shaped large sword drew a large circle in front of him, showcasing the favorite sword technique of the former Earth Sword Immortal.
With the long sword drawn, invincible I stand, embodying the pinnacle of martial arts in a single sword strike!
Clang!
Amidst the resounding sword clang, a dazzling sword light slashed through the dark clouds like lightning, brightening both heaven and earth.
When Wu Qizheng and the others looked closely, they saw a substantial long sword mark still lingering in the air, as if the invisible air had been cut open, leaving a clear slashing trace.
Along with the air, the bodies of the nine former strongest warriors were also split in two.
Even Martial Saint, who was recovering from his injuries behind them, was almost cut in half by this slender sword light.
At this moment, almost the only person left on the field was Qiao Mu.
However, Qiao Mu who had used up all his energy with his powerful Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship, was now exhausted. He was barely moving forward, leaning on the King Qin Sword.
Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing watched as Qiao Mu walked up to a piece of cloth on the ground and picked it up.
"Will it end like this?" Wu Qizheng wondered in his heart.
"With the deadly strike of Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship, will a new ‘Martial Saint’ be born from the Qiao family, repeating the swordsmanship competition of thirty years ago?"
Qiao Mu picked up the piece of cloth and glanced at it casually.
His face was very pale, showing signs of exhaustion despite his previous vigor. However, he just smiled lightly as if unconcerned.
"I like martial arts."
"But I don’t like the rules you have set."
He let go of his hand, allowing the page of silk book to drift to the ground.
The King Qin Sword in his hand also fell with a clang, and he sat on the ground. His life quickly weakened, and he died from exhaustion.
