Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

As these dozens of people surrounded Qiao Mu and the others, the voice of Star Xuan Envoy turned colder.

"What do you mean? Immortal Gate killed your family and the true teachings of your sect, so you betrayed the Wuji Association?"

At this moment, he no longer cared about their past friendship.

"Betrayal? I haven’t betrayed the Wuji Association."

Mo Mingzhi gasped for breath and sat up straight. A faint sickly excitement flushed over his old face as he shouted in a deep voice:

"I am just an ordinary person now, not lying about intelligence anymore. How can I attract the Martial Saint or the disciples of the Martial Saint."

"I am already old, and my half a lifetime of effort has gone to waste… Instead of living this old life, it would be better to let the Martial Saint kill me first. Then I can go and kill that inhuman later!"

"We are also willing to die for killing the inhuman…" The other dozen martial artists were also filled with excitement.

They held swords and knives stained with blood in their hands, surrounding Qiao Mu and the others, but they didn’t show any intention to attack.

"They are all martial artists like me, who have lost their homes and loved ones because of the inhuman. Their character is still good, and I have also taught them the ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique.’ These are the people I have recruited over the years." Mo Mingzhi’s eyes revealed a hint of sadness:

"And now, with my restoration to the 4th rank, I am qualified to become the Martial Saint’s food, right?"

Wu Qizheng was slightly startled, then his gaze fell on the many corpses on the ground. He probably understood that these people had gone mad.

"Unreasonable." His eyes grew colder.

Those who could stand out from the three thousand disciples of the Martial Saint and survive until now, and were ranked among the so-called seventy two wise men, almost certainly had blood on their hands.

However, at that time, he had fought against other disciples for survival, always opposing such strange and forbidden techniques like the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique," which made him very different from these people.

"Why die for the Martial Saint?" Wu Qizheng asked coldly.

Although he was one of the disciples of the Martial Saint, known as one of the seventy two wise men, he didn’t have much fondness for the Martial Saint himself.

After all, he was also one of the Martial Saint’s resources. If one day he became useless, he would have to die.

"Because the Martial Saint is the top martial arts expert in the world, the strongest in martial arts. If there is still a martial artist in this world who has hope of fighting against the inhumans, it’s most likely the Martial Saint," the old man Mo Mingzhi said firmly.

"The inhumans are high and mighty, treating all the people like livestock, keeping them alive only to serve their own needs."

"After forty years of the Inhuman War, once the first and second generations died out, the people today have already forgotten the initial humiliation. The major Taoist temples have even entered big cities like Heyang City, and it has become a custom for people to burn incense and worship gods during festivals."

"The people cannot see, but we martial artists stand higher, so we can naturally see."

"If this continues, martial arts will not exist, and we humans will eventually become complete slaves of the inhumans, the cows and sheep they raise on their ranch."

Mo Mingzhi was the previous generation’s Star Xuan Envoy for the local Wuji Association. In addition, he was older, so he knew much more than the ordinary people and martial artists.

"The Martial Saint’s ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique’ may be the opportunity to change the fate of martial artists and the fate of all people," sighed Mo Mingzhi.

It was only when the Martial Saint returned to the world that the truth about the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique" was revealed through the Tide Listening Building. All martial artists from around the world knew that the Martial Saint had hidden for forty years and used the technique to select talents, considering them as resources.

"Is this your reason for targeting disciples of martial sects?" Wu Qizheng’s gaze became piercing.

"Master Qizheng, the immortal path is strong while the martial path is weak. The martial path has been lagging behind the immortal path for perhaps thousands of years," Mo Mingzhi said with emotion. ɌÄɴɵВÈS

"A thousand years ago, the path of martial artists had already reached its limit at the 4th rank. What remained was only the slow accumulation of internal strength, relying on long years to make gradual progress, but without any qualitative breakthroughs."

"Only in the past few hundred years have we gradually discovered a clear and distinct Spiritual Refining Method."

"Leading the way is Master Zhang from Wudang. Although there are legends of martial arts leading to enlightenment, they only exist in stories."

"Putting aside the mythical rumors, the person at the forefront of martial arts today is undoubtedly the Martial Saint."

"The Martial Saint has accumulated the skills of the top martial artists in the martial world over the past forty years. He founded the Wuji Association and developed the modern method. The progress of martial arts in the past four decades may rival that of centuries past… but it’s still not enough."

As the former Star Xuan Envoy, Mo Mingzhi’s experiences and knowledge are unparalleled.

Because he knows so much, he realizes the vast difference between the path of immortals and the path of martial arts. It might take thousands of years to catch up.

Led by the Martial Saint, the top martial artists of the previous generation propelled martial arts forward by shedding blood in the martial world for centuries, but it still wasn’t enough.

Filled with despair and nearing the end of his life, he finally made a decision.

Blood oozes from the corners of the old man’s mouth, but he laughs with sorrow.

"Our intention is not to die for the Martial Saint, but to die for the foremost position in the martial world!"

If inhuman is the long night in Jiu Province, then Martial Saint is the blazing sun that briefly scorches the earth.

"The world has suffered from inhuman for a long time!" the old man shouted hoarsely.

"We are willing to challenge the stepping stone of inhuman as the leader of the martial arts, even if it can only narrow the gap by one or two years, we are willing!"

"We are willing to be the stepping stone of the leader of the martial arts!" the other dozen martial artists shouted in unison.

Qiao Mu looked at these martial artists with surging blood and then looked at the corpses under their feet, without saying a word.

Leaving aside the character of Martial Saint.

Martial Saint is indeed the deserving leader of the martial arts, the strongest among martial artists in the world, and the bearer of the martial path.

In this lofty era of inhuman, the so-called strongest martial artist is not the same as the "number one master in the martial world" or the "number one master in the world" that appeared in the martial arts over the past hundreds or thousands of years.

The so-called number one master in the martial world represents a certain honor, being the person with the strongest martial arts in each era.

The current leader in martial arts doesn’t necessarily mean the strongest or most honored. They also naturally shoulder the expectations of other martial artists and the possibility of fighting against inhuman beings.

The world has suffered from inhumans for a long time!

All of these martial artists, led by Star Xuan Envoy Mo Mingzhi, see the Martial Saint as their last hope in times of desperation.

As for whether this hope can withstand their expectations, or if this hope may even be a poisonous thorn… These desperate people can’t worry about that anymore.

"The Martial Saint will spend forty years pioneering the modern method, advancing martial arts by hundreds of years. He is the greatest hope for martial artists like us!"

Time is the most ruthless, it doesn’t change based on human will.

The long gap between martial artists and inhuman beings can only be closed by accumulating bit by bit over the same long years.

"Is this your final words?"

Quietly, the Martial Saint stepped forward. He looked down at Mo Mingzhi and the others, his gaze filled with a hint of disappointment.

His feeling of disappointment was not because Mo Mingzhi and others fabricated the news of the Great Yan Emperor’s appearance, but because of something else.

"Martial Saint…." Mo Mingzhi and others trembled slightly unconsciously.

The trembling body was both instinctual fear and a kind of hidden anticipation and excitement.

"A group of cowards." Martial Saint’s gaze, however, was very cold.

"Finding yourself powerless against inhuman beings, after feeling utterly hopeless, you then put your hopes on the so-called ‘supreme leader of martial arts’?"

He took a big step forward, his muscular arms swelling and becoming engorged, suddenly gripping Mo Mingzhi’s elderly body.

"No wonder you couldn’t step onto the Spiritual Refining Method for so many years. In the end, it was because of a slight lack of bravery and character. All cowards!"

Being able to cultivate the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique" represents extraordinary character. If one’s martial arts aptitude and determination keep up, they have the hope of stepping onto the 3rd rank of the Spiritual Refining Method.

However, a martial artist’s character, determination, and so on are not unchanging.

The Martial Saint showed no emotions on his face, just standing there quietly as the old man in his hand slowly shrunk.

Mo Mingzhi’s eyes gradually lost their brightness and finally he took his last breath. His frail, aging body fell down and dropped into the pile of other withered corpses below.

"As for all of you… it’s too early for you to die," he looked at the remaining dozen martial artists.

These martial artists had varying levels of strength. The weakest ones had just reached the 9th rank in internal strength, while the stronger ones weren’t much better. Not a single one was a 4th rank martial artist.

"If you want to be my stepping stone, you’ll need to prove yourselves," said the Martial Saint with an indifferent tone.

"If you truly want to die, then go and practice hard, engage in life-or-death battles, and come back to me after ten or twenty years."

The faces of these dozen martial artists turned pale, and their bodies collapsed onto the ground.

Some of them naturally revealed a sense of relief, as if they were lucky to have survived a disaster.

Confronting the Martial Saint, the strongest warrior in the martial world, was an immense mental pressure for them.

Just now, maybe some people got a little too excited, but now they snapped out of it, calmed down, and ran away.

"So, Mo Mingzhi didn’t actually betray us? He just lied about the information?" Star Xuan Envoy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, lying about important information is almost the same as betrayal."

This time, it wasn’t Star Xuan Envoy’s fault.

Nobody could have predicted that inhuman would suddenly attack Mo Mingzhi, nor could anyone have predicted that Mo Mingzhi, who had been a member of the Wuji Association for twenty years, would suddenly go crazy.

Martial Saint bent down slightly and picked up a corner of a secret letter from Mo Mingzhi’s robe pocket.

"It’s not exactly lying about the information." His face darkened slightly.

"Although he wanted to die, Mo Mingzhi did discover something before he died."

"Emperor Yonghe has already arrived at Qingyun Temple on the mountain and is staying temporarily in the Taoist temple. No wonder Star Xuan Envoy couldn’t find any clues to Emperor Yonghe no matter how hard he looked."

Emperor Yonghe was at Qingyun Temple, so the plan to assassinate the emperor along the way could no longer work.

In front of the Martial Saint, there were only two options left:

Either give up now or directly enter Qingyun Temple and kill Emperor Yonghe!

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