The Martial Venerable who originally intended to pursue and kill Grandpa Jin glanced back.
He thought to himself:
"Save you? Are you kidding?"
"One more dead means one less person to share the spoils."
In his mind, Great Xia was doomed to lose this time.
Three continents, plus Zhang Bowen, made a total of eighteen Martial Saints launching a surprise attack on Great Xia.
Seventeen of them headed straight for the Holy Capital of Great Xia.
As long as they could kill the three Martial Saints stationed there,
the seventeen would then join forces to come to Kunlun City and kill the remaining eleven Martial Saints.
Divide and conquer!
Once Great Xia's top-tier combat power collapsed and fled,
this ancient land filled with various martial arts techniques would become their possession.
With his own Martial Venerable strength, the benefits he would get when dividing the spoils would certainly not be small.
That Martial Venerable quickly realized.
His cries for help seemed to go unheard.
He immediately understood everyone's thoughts.
Despair instantly spread.
By now, his right fist could no longer clench tightly.
The flesh on it had been completely shaved away by sword energy.
The power of his Thunder Fist also began to diminish greatly.
"Ah!"
The man let out a final, miserable shriek as his entire body was instantly engulfed by a tidal wave of sword energy.
The flesh on his body vanished inch by inch, turning into a bloody skeleton.
Finally, the bloody skeleton dissipated like quicksand along with the sword energy.
Chen Feng successfully dealt with the formidable enemy before him.
However, Grandpa Jin, who had stepped in to help, was now in crisis.
He had just broken three ribs to assist Chen Feng.
Now he was completely no match for his previous opponent.
He was being forced back repeatedly.
The clothing on his chest was completely soaked with blood.
Chen Feng hurried to provide support.
The tidal wave of sword energy immediately surged towards Grandpa Jin's opponent.
That man cursed under his breath and swiftly fled.
He was well aware of his own strength.
He could defeat the injured old man before him.
But with that sword-energy-using kid added to the mix,
he would no longer be a match.
The one who died earlier was a cautionary tale.
At the same time, he gradually remembered who this sword-energy-using kid was.
"Great Xia's hero, Chen Feng!"
"No wonder he looked so familiar."
Just then, a huge roar of laughter came from the direction of Tianxuan Martial Arts Hall.
Clearly, it was Zhang Bowen using his Lion's Roar technique again.
"The main event is about to begin!"
The ten Martial Saints, looking at Zhang Bowen who had been turned into a bloody mess, couldn't help but feel inwardly astonished.
At this moment, a sword was still embedded in Zhang Bowen's chest.
His left arm was twisted and deformed.
His Indestructible Vajra Body technique had been broken several times.
Even one of his eyeballs had been burst.
The skin on his back had been torn off by the Liu family ancestor using the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
If Zhang Bowen hadn't taken two more Vermilion Fruits,
he would have been killed long ago.
The ten Martial Saints were also covered in wounds, though in much better shape than Zhang Bowen.
They were all now blocking the direction of Kunlun Mountain,
afraid that Zhang Bowen would escape into it.
"The show is about to end. There's no need for this final bluff!"
"Zhang Bowen, your time is up."
"You escaped decades ago. Today, you have no more chances."
"Let's join forces and give him the final blow!"
...
At that moment, Zhang Bowen drew the Tai'a Divine Sword from his back, which he hadn't used until now.
His face, missing half its skin, revealed a ferocious grin.
"You should have sensed it by now!"
After saying this, he hurled the Tai'a Divine Sword in his hand fiercely towards the east.
At the same moment.
All ten Martial Saints looked eastward in shock.
They saw three black dots rapidly approaching.
"Three Martial Saints!"
"Coming from the direction of the Holy Capital!"
"How is this possible! Didn't Wei Qianqiu kill them all?"
"Even if Wei Qianqiu alone couldn't manage, isn't there the Dugu family's old monster?"
All ten couldn't suppress the shock in their hearts.
Three Martial Saints suddenly arriving from the east,
and their aura not being the familiar blood-and-qi energy,
made the conclusion obvious.
The newcomers were Martial Saints from the Western Continent.
That meant Wei Qianqiu and the Dugu Sword Demon, on whom they had pinned their hopes in the Holy Capital, had failed to eliminate them all.
They might have even been defeated by them.
Mi Chuan, looking at the flying sword, chuckled and said:
"It seems Elder Zhang grew impatient!"
"Don't say a word, you two. Let me show you the wisdom of Great Xia."
The two Fusang (Japanese) men nodded silently.
Mi Chuan caught the Tai'a Divine Sword.
A happy smile appeared on his face.
"When Elder Zhang makes a move, it's indeed a fine sword!"
As he caught Zhang Bowen's sword,
the two sides had already closed within a hundred meters.
Mi Chuan laughed loudly:
"Seventeen of us Martial Saints, fourteen died before we managed to kill Wei Qianqiu and the Dugu Sword Demon."
"They were truly too formidable."
"However, we also took care of a weakling from the Duan family along the way."
All ten Martial Saints couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
But soon.
The Liu family ancestor, an old woman with white hair and a youthful face, spoke up:
"Traitor of the Mi family!"
"Trying to disturb our minds with such lies?"
Zhang Bowen laughed heartily.
Of course, he knew what was really going on.
It seemed now that he wouldn't have to die.
Mi Chuan said with a chuckle:
"Traitor or not, we're fellow countrymen after all."
"I had no choice back then!"
"After all, Su Yuanshan's precedent was right before my eyes."
"Who knows if you might decide to finish me off someday too."
His words left the ten Martial Saints momentarily at a loss for a response.
Zhang Bowen said with a smile:
"You didn't expect this, did you? In your effort to maintain your families' authority, you ended up digging such a huge pit for Great Xia."
"Making Great Xia lose four Martial Saints at once! And creating so many enemies."
"You killed Su Yuanshan, scared away Mi Chuan. Now Su Canghai is battling Wang Zun, and Su Yuanshan's daughter is about to become a Martial Saint."
His words made the group fall silent again.
Li Kong couldn't help but sigh when he remembered the matter of Su Yuanshan.
In the end, it was because Great Xia was too powerful back then.
The nine great families wanted to control everything.
But they ended up controlling nothing, and were instead on the verge of decline.
Back then, Li Kong didn't have much say within his family.
He wasn't even informed about the plan to kill Su Yuanshan.
The matter of Su Yuanshan was also complicated.
That guy was a bit of a hothead too.
When the disciples of the nine great families caused some trouble in Donghai City, a small reprimand would have sufficed.
If only he could have endured until after becoming a Martial Saint, his fate wouldn't have been so tragic.
But Su Yuanshan, with his fiery temper, insisted on a head-on confrontation, completely disregarding the face of the nine great families.
"Nothing we say now has any meaning."
"Let's fight!"
Feng Tengyun, the Martial Saint belonging to the covert division of the Martial Arts Guild, spoke calmly.
Liu Shen reminded:
"Prioritize killing Zhang Bowen."
The ten great Martial Saints engaged in battle once more.
Only this time, the situation had changed.
It became ten against four.
The two fleeing Martial Saints from Fusang had reddened eyes by now.
Staring at the two Martial Saints from the Wei family, intense hatred welled up in their hearts.
Among those who recaptured the Fusang Administrative Region were these two Wei family Martial Saints.
They had witnessed with their own eyes the Wei family Martial Saints slaughtering their martial arts elites.
Anyone with strength above a top-tier warrior was killed without exception.
They conquered all of Fusang using the most violent means.
"Mr. Zhang Bowen, leave these two Wei family Martial Saints to us."
"We shall avenge the defeat at Fusang!"
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