No wonder even Zhang Bowen is afraid of you all.

After speaking, Wang Zun slowly assumed the postures of Tai Chi.

His feet stepped according to the Five Elements, his hands embraced the Eight Trigrams.

Su Canghai felt his vision blur.

It seemed to him that Wang Zun had completed all thirteen forms of Tai Chi in the blink of an eye.

But then he saw that Wang Zun appeared frozen in place.

Looking more closely, Wang Zun was in the midst of swinging his palm, only the speed was so slow it was imperceptible.

If he weren't at the Martial Saint level, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect the movement at all.

Just as Su Canghai swung his own palm, intending to attack again,

all the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end.

An intense sense of mortal danger made him instinctively retreat half a step.

His eyes widened, fixed unwaveringly on Wang Zun ahead.

Thump!

A dull sound!

Su Canghai whipped his head around, his mind blank.

"What happened?"

The hand he had intended to strike with had vanished.

The delayed pain informed him.

He had just been struck.

He turned his head back to look at Wang Zun, who was still maintaining the posture of a punch in place.

The movement was still so slow it was undetectable.

This completely exceeded Su Canghai's understanding.

Su Canghai exclaimed in horror:

"How is this possible!"

"When did you strike!"

He raised his leg, about to charge at Wang Zun.

But his right leg didn't respond.

The moment he lowered his head to check, he felt his center of gravity become unsteady—his right leg had already turned into a mist of blood.

"How can it be so fast!"

"Just when did he attack!"

"How is it that I couldn't even see it!"

Su Canghai looked at Wang Zun again.

He saw the other party had already withdrawn his stance and stood upright.

Simultaneously, a dull thud echoed from within his own chest.

The excruciating pain arrived late once more.

He looked down and saw a hole, clear through from front to back, had already appeared in his chest.

"No wonder Zhang Bowen fears you!"

"It seems the Great Xia is about to produce another Wei Qianqiu!"

Wang Zun sighed and turned to leave.

Watching Wang Zun depart, Su Canghai wanted to reach into his pocket for the Vermilion Fruit.

He then discovered his other hand had also vanished at some unknown time.

At the same time, the vital energy and blood within his body were rapidly draining away.

Only before his consciousness faded did he realize.

Not only had his limbs disappeared at some unknown moment,

but also his dantian area, like his chest, was pierced by a large, clear-through hole.

On another front.

The battlefield in the Holy Capital had also reached a fever pitch.

Fourteen Martial Saints split into two groups, charging respectively at Wei Qianqiu and the Dugu Sword Demon.

Fighting seven Martial Saints alone was still quite taxing for the Dugu Sword Demon.

However, with a single swing of his sword, he could almost simultaneously execute nine variations of the Dugu Nine Swords.

The martial techniques and moves of the seven Martial Saints were all countered.

Still, the residual force from the clash of moves caused him to retreat slightly.

"It seems fighting one against seven is still somewhat difficult."

"To kill all of you, it seems it will require more effort."

The seven Martial Saints were now utterly astounded.

"How can the seven of us combined fail to subdue him!"

"Impossible! Even if he is a peak Martial Saint, he shouldn't be this strong."

"We have two peak Martial Saints on our side as well."

"Perhaps his sword path has already reached the Harmony of Man and Heaven."

...

The seven of them simply couldn't fathom why the Dugu Sword Demon was so formidable.

Everything was different from what they had anticipated.

The only possibility they could think of now was that his realm had already attained the Harmony of Man and Heaven.

The powerful vital energy of a Martial Saint, combined with the comprehension of a Harmony of Man and Heaven level technique, might unleash effects beyond imagination.

Regardless, the seven Martial Saints still hadn't considered the possibility of their defeat.

Just then, terrified shouts erupted from the other side.

"Impossible! My Iron Shirt was broken instantly!"

"Defend with all your might, his offensive power is too terrifying!"

"It can't be! Why can't my Eagle Claw Technique at the Harmony of Man and Heaven realm block his attack?"

“How can the seven of us Martial Saints possibly be defeated so miserably together!”

"We can't match him! Find a chance to escape! Quickly!"

...

The seven Martial Saints facing Wei Qianqiu had all their defenses broken the moment they engaged.

Wei Qianqiu raised his hand.

Within his martial domain, the golden sunflowers shed their petals, floating piece by piece.

Like a rain of petals blown by a gentle breeze, they drifted toward the seven Martial Saints.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, shimmering with golden light.

Yet this supposedly picturesque scene was shattered the instant the seven Martial Saints made contact with the petals.

Streaks of blood sprayed out.

Anyone touched by a sunflower petal had their martial phantom pierced.

The body parts that contacted the petals were as if sliced by sharp blades, losing large chunks of flesh.

After this single exchange, none of the seven Martial Saints wished to continue fighting.

They instantly scattered, fleeing in all directions.

The insurmountable gap made them feel not the slightest desire to fight.

Wei Qianqiu's tall, imposing figure stood high in the air.

Looking down upon the seven men as if they were mere ants.

"Trying to escape? It's already too late!"

"The moment Mi Chuan fled, your fates were sealed."

His voice was like a great bell, full of masculine vigor.

The resonant sound echoed throughout the entire Holy Capital.

Wei Qianqiu watched the figures of the seven men.

He shouted loudly:

"Kill!"

Within his martial domain, the flower heads that had lost their petals instantly shot out the sunflower seeds inside.

A dense barrage of golden seeds shot forth, transforming into streams of light.

Six Martial Saints were instantly turned into sieves.

The last severely wounded Martial Saint was now scared out of his wits.

His Iron Shirt defense had bought him a few extra seconds of life.

This Martial Saint had witnessed with his own eyes his six companions being pierced through in an instant, their bodies covered in tiny holes.

Especially their faces, which looked like honeycombs.

A fear that penetrated his soul reminded him of that Great Xia immigrant who had left earlier.

Before death, he let out a cry of unwilling despair!

"That Great Xia Martial Saint! He must have known all along!"

"Zhang Bowen must have known too!"

"We've been deceived!"

"We were tricked into coming here to die!"

"The Western Continent is finished! Our entire continent is finished!"

"How can a continent without Martial Saints bear the consequences of a failed invasion?"

He ultimately died in despair.

On the other side, the seven men fighting the Dugu Sword Demon were all stunned.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

Seven Martial Saints, wiped out by their opponent in two moves.

This terrifying level of strength completely exceeded their comprehension.

Especially the dying words spoken by the last Martial Saint to perish.

It was like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads.

"No wonder! I felt something was off!"

"No wonder that traitor Mi Chuan fled the moment he arrived!"

"Zhang Bowen not only wants to kill the Great Xia Martial Saints, he wants to eliminate us along with them!"

"We've all fallen into Zhang Bowen's trap! You must not be used by him!"

"Don't kill us! We surrender!"

...

The remaining seven Martial Saints immediately surrendered one after another.

They understood that before Wei Qianqiu, people like them couldn't even hope to escape.

Wei Qianqiu looked at them coldly.

His sharply defined, resolute face had grown a light stubble at some point.

He extended his right hand.

The countless petals that had been floating instantly flew toward his palm.

Finally condensing into a sword.

"Surrendering is too troublesome. Better to die."