Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

“Kill!”

At this moment, several assassins from the Wuji Association acted in coordination with the Martial Saint.

Qingyun Temple was a vital place for the Immortal Gate, so the members of the Wuji Association who dared to participate in this operation were mostly those who disregarded their own lives.

Either they were people like Mo Mingzhi who admired the Martial Saint, or they were people like Qiao Mu who had thoughts of death.

These people are usually very few, not even considered many within the Wuji Association.

When they witnessed the Xuantian Sect’s Qingyang fairy falling from the sky, with a headless body crashing down to the ground, the pent-up anger in their chests for many years suddenly dissipated.

“This is martial arts!”

“The Martial Saint is the current leader of martial arts, the strongest in martial arts. One day, he will bring you down from the clouds!”

“If we win, martial arts will be the path to immortality! And you, who plunder incense and treat sentient beings as sacrificial lambs, are the path of evil!”

Many martial artists from the Wuji Association couldn’t help but shout out, showing obvious excitement.

For an “assassin,” this kind of turbulent emotion is a dereliction of duty.

But they were never real assassins to begin with, so at this moment, they were all extremely excited, their faces turning red, their blood boiling.

Not only the assassins from the Wuji Association, even Chu Xing, the emperor’s bodyguard, involuntarily clenched his fist at this moment.

As a guard by the Emperor’s side, from his perspective, Martial Saint was naturally a rebellious villain.

But when this Martial Saint defied the norms and killed the Qingyang Immortal in mid-air, he still felt an unnamed excitement in his heart.

Martial Saint….

Regardless of his character and behavior, he was ultimately the leader of martial arts!

This was the first “true immortal” to die at the hands of an ordinary martial artist in forty years.

With his own strength, he shattered the boundary between cultivators and mortals!

Perhaps from today onwards, the idea of using martial arts to defeat immortals would no longer be an unrealistic fantasy. One day in the future, so-called ordinary martial artists could also rival cultivators in the clouds…

Crack, crack.

The sound of clear and loud shattering echoed.

Many people turned their heads to look.

In the corner of the grand palace, there stood a statue of the “Qingyang immortal,” still in that position high above the clouds, with a sorrowful and compassionate expression. However, at this moment, it made cracking sounds, and a crack appeared from its head.

Emperor Yonghe looked at this scene, his gaze suddenly losing focus for a moment.

In front of him was the cracked statue of Immortal Qingyang.

Behind him, a vigorous and roaring Martial Saint approached, intending to take his life.

In this split second, various emotions filled his heart.

“Can an ordinary martial artist defy immortals…?”

“If it’s true, then have I been wrong all these years with my patience, with my choices…?” He gazed somewhat confusedly at the imposing Martial Saint.

“This Martial Saint was once a great general of Great Yan.” He sighed inwardly.

There was a loud boom.

The imposing Martial Saint swept past, punching the giant cauldron at the entrance of the hall, toppling it over easily.

The cauldron fell, scattering ashes and dust all over the place.

The Martial Saint’s figure didn’t slow down at all. Anything or anyone in his way was pierced through by his powerful punch, like thunder and wind.

Victory or failure hangs on this one move!

This is a Taoist temple closest to the headquarters of the Xuantian Sect. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the Xuantian Sect’s home turf.

The number and strength of the cultivators are undoubtedly higher than those of the Wuji Association, so his opportunity is only a fleeting moment.

Qiao Mu, on the other hand, remained calm, without the same excitement as the other members of the Wuji Association.

It’s because he doesn’t have any expectations for the Martial Saint. However, the strength and charisma displayed by this martial arts leader truly broke his heart…

He looked in all directions, but his attention was drawn to the cultivators led by Taoist Chiyang in the sky, who were shocked and in disbelief after Martial Saint killed Qingyang.

And Immortal Chiyang’s face turned pale as his body transformed into a rainbow, swiftly disappearing into the high sky.

However, despite this… these cultivators were amazed but not panicked.

Qiao Mu had a sense of unease in his heart and turned to look back at the direction of Xuantian Sect’s main hall.

Although the statue of Qingyang was shattered and lost its previous charm, there were still nearly a hundred immortal statues inside the hall.

Led by the “mighty and powerful Immortal Xuantian,” these many immortal statues still had a compassionate and condescending expression, as if the death of Qingyang Immortal just now had not caused any ripples.

Beside Immortal Xuantian, the leader.

A statue named Immortal Tianxing suddenly moved its eyes and looked down at the approaching Martial Saint and others.

At that moment, the wind started to blow.

A strong wind blew through the mountains, making Qiao Mu and Emperor Yonghe stumble. They almost got blown away by the sudden gust.

Suddenly, the sky turned black.

Just a moment ago, it was a sunny day with no clouds in sight. But now, dark clouds had gathered above, as if a king was ruling over the land.

Qiao Mu looked up.

The rolling dark clouds seemed closer to the ground than ever before. It felt like the sky was about to collapse, with the swirling clouds resembling a black ocean about to pour down.

“You, a martial artist of the human world, have committed a great mistake.”

A distant and ethereal voice echoed through the air.

The voice seemed to come from the raging wind, yet also from high above in the heavens.

At that moment, everyone, including Guard Chu and the other Wuji Association martial artists who had learned the Spiritual Refining Method, felt an indescribable fear. A heavy weight, like Mount Tai, was descending from the sky, threatening to crush them.

The strong wind swept through, swirling the dark clouds and forming a whirlpool in the center. The whirlpool had two large empty spaces surrounded by clouds…

No, this is not an empty space, nor is it a storm eye.

Those are a pair of eyes looking down upon the world.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled endlessly, and faintly formed a blurry giant face the size of mountains, shrouding the entire mountain peak.

Qiao Mu’s body was covered in goosebumps, he knew this face.

Ever since being burned alive by Saintess Wu Qingxin, he remembered the names of the immortals in the Xuantian Sect within the temple.

The giant face in the sky resembled the immortal Tianxing by the side of the immortal Xuantian, which was similar to the Xuantian Sect’s divine immortals who controlled thunder punishment, as rumored among mortals.

The so-called Heavenly Punishment is the punishment carried out on behalf of the heavens!

As the giant face in the clouds watched…

The fierce storm swept through, no matter how hard the martial artists from the Wuji Association tried, they could not break through this seemingly short distance.

There seemed to be an invisible storm barrier in front of Emperor Yonghe, no matter how they threw hidden weapons or slashed with their swords, everything was shattered by the invisible storm barrier, leaving no trace.

Even the powerful Martial Saint, who could easily break through obstacles set by cultivators, experienced a sharp decrease in speed at this moment, as if sinking into an invisible quagmire.

“It’s Elder Tianxing!” Taoist Chiyang finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, with a calm expression on his face.

“Elder Tianxing is an elder in charge of punishments in the sect. Although he has a hot temper, his strength is beyond doubt.”

“This grand ceremony of Emperor Yonghe’s worshiping of the gods is of great importance, so it is natural to have elders presiding over it.”

………

Above the clouds.

Several elders from the Xuantian Sect looked down at the scene in the Taoist temple.

From beginning to end, their expressions didn’t change much. Only when Martial Saint suddenly attacked and killed Taoist Qingyang, did some people show a hint of anger on their faces.

As elders of the Immortal Gate, they carried their status in front of other elders and didn’t compete with younger generation for credit, to go and hunt down Martial Saint. But now that Qingyang is dead, the situation has changed.

“Tianxing, it’s up to you. You are skilled in the five thunder techniques, which are perfect for handling this kind of situation.” Elder Sun said with his eyes half-closed.

“Although Qingyang was only an outer disciple, his death is still a matter for our Immortal Gate in the mortal world.”

“This matter concerns the reputation of our Xuantian Sect. We must swiftly eliminate Martial Saint with overwhelming force!”

Although Chiyang and Qingyang were in the same main hall as Elder Sun, Elder Tianxing, and the Immortal Gate sect leader, there were still differences in status among the immortals.

If the sect leader Immortal Xuantian is the “emperor” among the immortals in the main hall, then Chiyang and Qingyang can only be considered as low-ranking officials, just doing their duties.

As disciples of the Immortal Gate, Chiyang, Qingyang, and other Taoists possessed powers beyond those of ordinary martial artists. In the eyes of the elders of the Xuantian Sect, they were enough to suppress the mortal world.

Their existence represented the Immortal Gate’s presence in the mortal world and also upheld the Immortal Gate’s reputation.

If they died in a fight between cultivators, it would be alright. But they must never die at the hands of mortals!

Otherwise, their Xuantian Sect will surely become the laughingstock of the other Eight Immortal Gates.

Since the situation has already reached this point, there is no other choice but to… plant the iron rule of “the boundary between immortals and mortals must not be crossed” in the hearts of mortals in the most dazzling way!

At this moment.

Above the sky, a giant face formed by clouds of various sizes looked down, observing the Martial Saint of the mortal world.

“Those who use mortals to kill immortals shall face the punishment of being struck by lightning five times, with both their physical and spiritual forms annihilated.” His voice was like thunder, deafening.

His words fell.

Endless bolts of blazing white lightning pierced through the rolling dark clouds, like dazzling swords, striking down.

Only an instant.

The Martial Saint’s body was engulfed in a dazzling sea of electric lights, so bright that people couldn’t even open their eyes.

Along with the nearby worshipers and a few members of the Wuji Association, they were all instantly submerged and disappeared without a trace.

The dazzling electric lights illuminated the dim sky.

In the midst of the rolling thunder, the punished Martial Saint naturally became the center of attention for everyone.

Within the rolling lightning, the surface of his skin instantly turned into a black charcoal-like substance under the thunder’s power. The Martial Saint’s body continuously burst open and writhed, as if trying to repair his injuries.

He opened his mouth wide, seemingly shouting something to the heavens, but all the noises were drowned out by the rolling thunder, making it impossible to hear clearly.

His eyes gazed into the direction of the grand hall, as if looking at Emperor Yonghe, or perhaps Qiao Mu, or maybe no one at all, as he met the gaze of the various divine statues within the hall.

Boom!

His towering, muscular body, three to four meters tall, turned into charcoal under the thunder, instantly disappearing into the lightning.

The thunder suddenly stopped, and the bright light disappeared as if it had never existed.

Similarly, the Martial Saint who fiercely shouted “the winner becomes an immortal” also vanished.

Under the thunder, he was crushed to powder and vanished completely.

The entire world suddenly fell into silence, the swirling dark clouds quickly dispersed, and the sunlight once again lit up the earth.

A ray of sunlight shone down and illuminated the mountain peak below.

The square in front of the temple was now in ruins, leaving only a terrifying giant pit where the Martial Saint no longer existed.

“Finally…” Taoist Chiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as he thought that there might be elders watching him from above, he quickly straightened his back and resumed his lofty immortal appearance.

After a brief silence, someone suddenly shouted from the crowd:

“The Martial Saint was challenged and angered the heavens. He suffered the punishment of thunderbolts, turning into dust, and his soul disappeared!”

Amongst the worshipers, the old man with a limp showed fanatical expression and shouted loudly.

“Good riddance!”

“There will never be another Martial Saint in this world. Those demonic creatures that feed on humans should have been struck by thunderbolts long ago!”

The voices of the people gradually became lively.

Amongst the crowd, a few remaining Wuji Association Spirit Refining martial artists wore a bewildered look.

In the midst of the crowd, under the scorching sun, they felt a chilling and terrifying sensation deep into their bones.

The Martial Saint has died?

His death was as sudden and shocking as the death of the Qingyang immortal.

“This is impossible… How could Martial Saint die?”

“He is the leader of martial arts, our greatest hope against the inhuman…”

“I joined the Wuji Association, hoping to see when this inhuman will die, but now…”

The strength of Spirit Refining martial artists lies in their unwavering spirit.

But when their spirits waver, their strength greatly diminishes.

They were as excited just now as they are despairing now.

Martial Saint showed them a faint hope of Using Martial Arts to Defeat Immortals with his own fists.

But just moments later, Martial Saint used his own death to reveal the vast difference between mortals and immortals!

“If even Martial Saint dies, easily falling under the heavenly thunder of the inhuman, then what use is all our years of martial arts training…”

The Martial Saint is not one person, but a group of the strongest warriors from the previous generation.

This fact has spread rapidly across the land of Nan Province, thanks to the Tide Listening Building, and has become the hottest gossip in recent times.

In the present martial world, the Martial Saint stands out above all others, unmatched by anyone else. This is an undeniable fact.

The strength of the Martial Saint has left the members of the Wuji Association feeling hopeless.

His death in battle is not just his own death, but represents the death of the leader of martial arts, and symbolizes the failure of martial arts.

“The winner becomes a god, the loser becomes a demon?” A faint voice echoed above the clouds.

“Is this the so-called Martial Saint that they mortals speak of?”

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