Can't Take It Anymore Already

“Boom!!!”

The roar and thunderous eruption of holy power instantly tore through the brief silence!

What kind of spectacle was it when forty-eight Saints attacked at once?

Vast holy power, razor-sharp sword qi, scorching pill fire, heavy fist imprints, and vicious finger winds—

Attacks of every attribute surged in from all directions, from above and below, pouring toward the two figures at the center of the formation like a tide bent on destroying the world, leaving them no avenue of escape!

Space wailed, and the earth trembled. Even the sealed light barrier reinforced by Gu Changge rippled faintly under the dense and terrifying barrage of attacks!

“No—!! Save me!!”

The purple-robed Saint let out a shrill scream. The holy-power barrier he had summoned with all his might shattered like a bubble the instant it came into contact with the torrent of attacks!

He was like a lone boat caught in a raging storm, on the verge of being completely submerged and torn apart!

The gray-robed Saint King let out a furious roar as his mid-stage Saint King cultivation erupted without reservation!

A solid gray domain, flowing with ancient runes, instantly spread outward!

“Ten Thousand Laws Return to the Void!”

He thrust both palms upward. The power of his domain transformed into a massive gray vortex that spun wildly, attempting to devour and annihilate the attacks descending from every direction.

“Rumble!!!”

The overwhelming might of a group assault by Saints collided head-on with the defensive domain raised by the Saint King in a desperate struggle!

An indescribably terrifying explosion erupted!

Blinding light swallowed everything. Destructive energy surged and reverberated throughout the sealed space, layering upon itself as though it intended to reduce every object within to absolute nothingness!

The light lasted for several breaths before slowly fading.

Mu Sen, the gray-robed Saint King, stood there with disheveled hair and a tattered robe, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries in that concentrated barrage.

The gray domain he had raised was already covered in cracks, its light dim and feeble.

The purple-robed Saint behind him was in an even worse state. Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and his aura was so weak that he had almost completely lost his ability to fight.

A single probing attack had already inflicted considerable injuries on a Saint King-level powerhouse.

However, the attacks from the Saints of the Qingxuan Sect had only been the first wave!

“Haha! That old tortoise shell is pretty tough!”

“Again! Again!”

No one knew who first let out an excited, bizarre cry:

“Beat him up!!!”

That shout was like a spark falling into an oil depot!

“Get him!!”

“Damn it, I’ve been holding this in forever!!”

“Leave me an arm!”

Dozens of figures instantly flushed with excitement. Roaring, they surged toward the gray-robed Saint King at the center of the formation from every direction, swarming him like a flood!

“Ah—! Get away from me, all of you!!”

Overwhelmed by countless fists and feet, dizzy with pain and driven mad by humiliation, the gray-robed Saint King was finally provoked into unleashing the savage instinct inherent to a Saint King!

Ignoring most of the attacks raining down on him, he locked his bloodshot eyes on a burly man directly ahead—the one swinging his fists and shouting the loudest. He condensed all his remaining holy power and overwhelming fury into his right fist and punched forward!

The blow was fueled by rage. Though far weaker than it would have been at his peak, the dark-gray fist aura still tore through the air and shot straight toward the burly man’s face!

He intended to kill at least one person—just one—to wash away this endless humiliation!

But then—

“Hey! You still dare fight back?!”

Before his fist had even traveled halfway, Shi Wanshan’s thick arm came crashing down like a gigantic hammer from the heavens, smashing hard into the joint of his punching arm!

His right arm exploded with pain, and the fist aura he had gathered instantly collapsed.

At nearly the same moment, a large foot rose from his blind spot below, wrapped in thick, ocher-colored energy, and kicked him squarely in the chin!

“Thud!!”

The gray-robed Saint King’s head snapped backward. His vision went black, and an unknown number of teeth shattered, spraying out alongside a gush of blood.

The rest of his furious roars and resistance were brutally kicked back into his stomach. His body staggered backward and toppled uncontrollably.

“Hold him down! Don’t let him get up!”

“He still dares bare his teeth? Hit him!”

That futile and fleeting resistance was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, instantly stirring up even greater waves.

More hands, feet, knees, and elbows surged toward him like a violent storm, striking from every conceivable angle—above, below, left, and right—as he lost his balance and became riddled with openings!

Chaotic roars, excited howls, the dull thuds of fists and feet striking flesh, the crisp sounds of breaking bones, the ripping of cloth, and Mu Sen’s muffled groans of pain, drowned out beneath the countless attacks—

All of those sounds blended together into a savage, frenzied roar that filled the entire space.

The crowd completely swallowed the gray-robed Saint King.

Those outside could not even see what was happening within. They could only make out the constantly shifting mass of bodies and the occasional spray of blood or scraps of torn cloth flying through the gaps.

Some people could not squeeze their way inside and grew so anxious that they jumped up and cursed furiously. Then, whenever they spotted an opening, they would leap up and kick wildly into the mass, or thrust a fist through a gap between bodies, not even caring whom they hit.

The scene had completely descended into chaos, becoming the purest, most disorderly, and most violent street brawl imaginable.

The only difference was that every participant was a Saint capable of moving mountains and filling seas.

This chaotic, cathartic beating lasted for more than ten breaths.

Finally, someone shouted, “All right, all right! You’ll really kill him if you keep going! Everyone, back off!!”

Only then did the crowd reluctantly begin to disperse, with quite a few people still sneaking in one final kick or punch.

When the crowd had completely cleared away, the scene at the center was revealed.

The gray-robed Saint King lay sprawled on the ground.

His face was swollen like a pig’s head and smeared with blood, making his original features impossible to recognize.

His magnificent gray robe had been reduced to blood-soaked strips of cloth hanging from his body.

“That’s it? He can’t take any more already?”

A hot-tempered, broad-shouldered elder from Mount Zhenyue stared wide-eyed at the miserable condition of the two men. His face was filled with disbelief, along with a hint of disappointment.

“They said he was a mid-stage Saint King! He’s far too fragile! I’ve only just warmed up!”

“Exactly! I haven’t even used the third variation of my Earth-Splitting Fist!”

“My Flowing Cloud Sword Qi was only at seventy percent power…”

A chorus of disappointed complaints immediately rose from the surroundings.

“Cough, cough…”

Shi Wanshan cleared his throat. His face also wore an expression of exasperation, as though the Saint King had failed to live up to expectations. He shouted toward the center of the battlefield:

“Hey, you old bastard over there! Are you even capable of fighting? Show us some Saint King-level strength!

Where was that ferocity you had when you chased me back then? Don’t let your brothers here look down on you!”

At those words, the gray-robed Saint King’s blood surged violently once more in anger.

Humiliation! Utter, unspeakable humiliation!

When had he, a dignified Saint King, ever suffered such contempt?!

Just then, Li Muran, the master of Danding Peak, stepped out from the crowd. At some point, he had acquired two lustrous white jade pill bottles.

He walked to a position neither too close nor too far from the two men, wearing a professional and kindly smile, as though he were a benevolent miracle healer.

The novel has recently been adapted into two animated series. One is titled The System Wants Me to Take Disciples Even Though I’ve Already Become a Great Emperor, and the other is titled This Master Is Ridiculously Powerful, Yet He Still Wants to Keep a Low Profile.

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There’s only one chapter left. I’ll do my best to finish it tonight!