Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

The Martial Saint, who had been so arrogant, boasting about challenging the immortal, was completely wiped out under the heavenly thunder, not even a trace of ashes left.

The endless arrogance before has now disappeared.

What is the cruelest thing in the world for a martial artist?

It was the Martial Saint, who was unrivaled in martial arts in the world, who just gave them a false hope, but now he died suddenly.

That ray of hope has quickly turned into nothingness.

For martial artists, the Martial Saint is like a fierce sun that illuminates the sky in an instant.

If they had never seen the light, perhaps they could still endure the darkness.

And when the blazing sun in the hearts of martial artists also falls, all their lofty ambitions disappear at this moment.

The Martial Saint is an extraordinary genius, a martial arts leader who achieved his status by slaughtering half of the martial world, and a combination of the strongest martial artists of the previous generation.

But if even he dies, and so easily at that… how can they resist cultivators? Should they use their heads to fight?

"Haha, after practicing martial arts for fifty years, I finally learned the Spiritual Refining Method. Now I realize that I had been on the wrong path from the very beginning…"

"I refuse to accept this. If only I had spiritual roots, if only I had the talent for the immortal path, I could also become a celestial in the eyes of the world…" The assassin from Wuji Association laughed wildly, waving his sword and charging towards Emperor Yonghe.

Even without Guard Chu’s help, the invisible storm barrier surrounding Emperor Yonghe shattered his figure into pieces, scattering limbs and blood.

A martial artist of the third level in Spirit Refining died more easily than the Martial Saint.

Elder Tianxing was no longer in this mountain at the moment.

After dealing with a Martial Saint, he hung up high and no longer took action.

Except for one Martial Saint, all the other martial artists were weak and were taken care of by people like Taoist Chiyang.

If even small matters like this required the personal involvement of an elder, what is the use of the Immortal Gate’s officials?

Nevertheless, the protection spell he left behind still left this third-level Spirit Refining martial artist helpless.

"What are you staring at? Hurry and follow my lead to defeat these arrogant ordinary martial artists." Taoist Chiyang regained his composure and gave orders.

The cultivators once again activated their magical treasures and talismans, and beams of colorful light soared into the sky.

"Attack!" The assassins from the Wuji Association displayed a sense of sadness in their eyes. Their minds were greatly shaken by the recent death of the Martial Saint. They drew their swords, looked around in confusion, and didn’t even know what they should do or if they could do anything at all.

The Wuji Association was an organization established by the Martial Saint himself. On the surface, it collected martial arts from all over the world and pursued the ultimate level of martial arts. In reality, it was meant to counter the immortal way with the martial way.

And now, the Martial Saint had died, and he died so easily and casually. This left them bewildered and they could only rely on their instincts to dodge the cultivators’ magical fires and flying swords. ṟåNО𐌱ЁṦ

With the leader of the organization dead, and the organization’s purpose proving to be nothing more than an illusion, what could they possibly do now?

Even Emperor Yonghe, who stood on the opposite side of the Martial Saint, couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow and desolation in his heart.

The presence of this martial arts leader represented the pinnacle of ordinary people.

But now that he was also dead, does this mean that… the era of martial artists has come to an end and martial arts no longer exist in the world?

Qiao Mu silently watched this scene.

He possessed the power of immortality and was not afraid of death.

Therefore, even in this critical moment, he could still calmly observe and listen to everything happening around him.

When the heavenly thunder struck and turned the Martial Saint into dust, he also saw everything that happened after the thunder.

He saw the limping old man and the crowd cheer and celebrate, he saw the assassins from the Wuji Association drawing their swords and looking lost, he saw Immortal Chiyang quietly straightening his back and commanding other cultivators to surround them.

The death of the Martial Saint instantly changed the course of the battle, shocking everyone.

"The Martial Saint is dead…" sighed Qiao Mu.

He found it hard to believe that the Martial Saint would die so easily, but things in this world never go as planned…

"The Martial Saint, my Martial Saint… what does his death have to do with me? Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method!"

In an instant, Qiao Mu’s body filled with energy and he quickly rushed towards Emperor Yonghe.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At the moment of using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, a strange mass of flesh in his chest trembled faintly. A warm flow surged through his meridians as the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method erupted.

In that moment, his speed increased dramatically, his body creating a gust of wind with each step, moving so fast that it almost disappeared from sight.

"Another assassin? Hmm… How fast! What rank is this?" Guard Chu was surprised.

Being a Spirit Refining martial artist at the 3rd rank, Qiao Mu had surpassed the previous three levels of martial arts.

In terms of strength techniques, there may not be a significant difference compared to a 4th rank martial artist, as the 4th rank is already the upper limit of the human body’s capabilities for martial artists.

But in this moment, Qiao Mu’s sudden burst of speed exceeded Guard Chu’s understanding. It not only surpassed his own abilities, but also reminded him of the Martial Saint’s superhuman feats from before.

However, despite Qiao Mu’s speed, Guard Chu’s intuition didn’t alert him… Was it because of the wind barrier next to Emperor Yonghe? He wondered.

Taoist Chiyang was only slightly surprised.

The strongest Martial Saint among mortals has already been eradicated, can the remaining remnants of the Wuji Association still make waves?

Just in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Mu, who was running wildly, directly bypassed Emperor Yonghe, his speed didn’t diminish at all, and he rushed into the palace.

Elder Tianxing’s wind barrier may not even be able to be broken by the Martial Saint who died in the thunder, let alone him.

So he decisively gave up the thought of continuing to assassinate the emperor and went straight into the palace of Qingyun Temple.

After the dissipating of the thundercloud giant face in the sky, Qiao Mu noticed that the immortal figure in the palace seemed to have dimmed slightly.

While others were shocked by the sudden death of the Martial Saint, Qiao Mu, who had been observing everything, noticed this fleeting sight.

Thus, he made a decision.

The situation has come to this point, surrounded by these immortals, with Elder Tianxing present, assassinating Emperor Yonghe is now an impossible plan.

So, all he can do now is focus on other matters.

At this moment, Qiao Mu was enveloped in a strange light, his internal strength surged, and the lump of flesh in his chest quickly heated up, with warm energy flowing throughout his body.

"That lump of Wu Qizheng’s flesh is truly extraordinary, I am not this strong… but there’s no time to think about that now…"

He glared angrily and kicked towards the dim and lifeless Immortal Tianxing statue on the altar.

As he kicked, Qiao Mu felt as if all his internal strength and blood were being sucked dry, even the strange lump of flesh in his chest was rapidly shrinking.

His whole body seemed to transform into a ray of blood light, sweeping across the hall, delivering a powerful kick to the dimly glowing Immortal Tianxing statue!

"We were born to be free, who dares to be high and mighty!"

Amidst the resounding roar in the hall, he descended from the sky and stood directly on the altar. Drawing his sword from its scabbard, he wildly slashed at the leading figure of Immortal Xuantian.

With a loud clang, his sword shattered into pieces, but the burst of sword light left a long crack on the statue of Immortal Xuantian.

Apart from these two statues, the rest of the statues were protected by an unknown power. Even when Qiao Mu tried his best to cut them, he couldn’t break through.

The force of the impact made Qiao Mu’s body bleed, and the lump of flesh in his chest wriggled quickly, melting at an astonishing speed. The surging heat that filled his whole body gradually faded away.

Behind him, the statue of Elder Tianxing cracked into pieces under tremendous force, toppling over and shattering into small and large fragments.

The hall fell into silence, only the sound of the collapsing statues could be heard.

Emperor Yonghe in front of the hall was stunned, his hair standing on end, suddenly unable to speak.

How could this person be so daring? Martial Saint had just died right in front of them, and he dared to destroy the statues in front of the Xuantian Sect cultivators?

Taoist Chiyang, who came flying on a flying sword, also twitched his face, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Oh, the statue of Elder Tianxing…

"This martial artist, was intentionally disrupting Emperor Yonghe’s sacred ceremony? Ruining a good thing for my Xuantian Sect?" This thought suddenly came to his mind.

At this moment.

Within the entire grand hall, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Even though no one moved, there was an invisible aura of danger that made it difficult for Emperor Yonghe and the others to breathe.

Silently.

Inside the grand hall, the numerous statues of celestial beings from all directions began to subtly change.

The original compassionate and sympathetic expressions on the statues of the celestial beings turned indifferent and scornful, their eyes silently staring at Qiao Mu from all directions.

If Emperor Yonghe, who had faced the gaze and cries of a thousand pilgrims under the manipulation of Xuantian Sect’s cultivators, had felt pressure like a collapsing mountain, trying to crush his knees and spine.

Then now, Qiao Mu standing proudly on the shrine, was being watched by the hundred celestial beings of Xuantian Sect – the pressure was incomparable.

"Humans disrespect gods and insult immortals, which is a great disrespect." A mysterious voice echoed in the hall, coming from an unknown source.

"He should be struck by five thunderbolts, body and spirit will be destroyed." Another voice started to sound.

"He should enter the Nine Underworlds, eternal damnation awaits."

The entire hall resonated with these mysterious voices, as an invisible force surged, lifting Qiao Mu’s body into the air.

In this moment, Qiao Mu felt as if he was trapped in a muddy swamp, unable to exert any strength, only his mouth could move.

Then, he laughed.

"Playing tricks as gods, what kind of immortals are you?" He grinned, his laughter filled with mockery.

"You dare to cultivate immortality? You dare to call yourselves immortals!"

"Born in this world of dust, there are no true saints, no one can transcend, no one can become an immortal!"

"You all are just beings in the disguise of immortals, boasting of your immortality!"

Qiao Mu’s body surged with energy as he struggled to reach his hand into the air and gently tapped his temple with his finger, bursting into laughter, saying:

"In this world, there are no fairies at all, only a group of inhumans sitting on the divine altar, a group of individuals with minds different from ordinary people, treating humans as something other than human!"

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