Twenty-Seven Martial Saints Fell in Battle

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By the time the three Martial Saints reacted, it was already too late.

No matter how explosively fast they pushed their speed.

They couldn't outpace the closing maw.

At this moment, Dugu Sword Demon could no longer afford to care about Zhang Bowen in his grasp.

He discarded the burden and fled with all his might.

Yet, Zhang Bowen burst into maniacal laughter.

"Surprise!"

"Thrilling, isn't it!"

"A pity it wasn't Wei Qianqiu who came!"

"Hahaha..."

The flood serpent from the Azure Dragon Tomb, for the first time in centuries, left the Four Symbols Chasm.

Following its agreement with Zhang Bowen,

it had been waiting at the edge of the sealing fog of the Kunlun Mountains.

This was also its first time poking its head out of the Kunlun Mountains to see the outside world.

A world it was about to conquer.

The serpent's mouth snapped shut.

The three Martial Saints and Zhang Bowen, along with the lower half of Dugu Sword Demon's body, were instantly swallowed.

Its cold, vertical pupils glanced at Dugu Sword Demon.

Sensing its rapidly draining vitality and blood essence, it swiftly retracted its head back into the fog shrouding the Kunlun Mountains.

Dugu Sword Demon, now with only half his body left,

stared in shock at the colossal creature disappearing into the mist.

Then he looked down at himself, everything below the waist gone.

"Zhang Bowen!"

Dugu Sword Demon gritted his teeth, uttering the name.

He never imagined

that this time, he too had fallen prey to Zhang Bowen's scheme.

For the first time in his life, he tasted the feeling of hanging by a thread.

Dugu Sword Demon could sense

that the power of that flood serpent was even more terrifying than Wei Qianqiu's.

He took out a Vermilion Fruit he carried and swallowed it.

This was also the first time in his life he had eaten a Vermilion Fruit.

It must be said,

in just one short day,

Dugu Sword Demon had experienced too many firsts in his life.

He had also witnessed scenes he never thought he'd see.

He witnessed firsthand the might of Wei Qianqiu.

Witnessed the Great Xia losing nine Martial Saints in one fell swoop.

Witnessed yet another victory for Zhang Bowen.

Witnessed how terrifying the flood serpent of the Kunlun Mountains was.

And soon, he would witness the decline of the great families.

...

The battle in Kunlun City was heating up.

Chen Feng had also heard the mighty roar coming from the edge of the Kunlun Mountains moments ago.

A sense of foreboding inexplicably gripped his heart.

"Could the flood serpent from the Azure Dragon Tomb come out?"

Chen Feng didn't know the specifics of what happened,

but he had a bad feeling about it.

Currently, the fight against the invaders was gradually balancing out as more reinforcements arrived for both sides.

Suddenly, a notification sound echoed in Chen Feng's mind.

[Congratulations on achieving the Master Mentor accomplishment].

[Disciples jointly destroy a top-tier family].

[Reward: 500 points of Vitality and Blood Essence].

Chen Feng's vitality and blood cultivation rose once again,

reaching five thousand points.

He had stepped into the mid-to-late stages of the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm.

"Destroyed a top-tier family?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Chen Feng, still in the midst of combat, was utterly confused.

After his power increased,

he immediately eliminated three invader Grandmasters.

The sonic sword qi projected by his martial phantom also became slightly stronger than before.

Yang Honghui and Grandpa Jin, both utterly exhausted, were now sheltering behind Chen Feng.

Yang Honghui rubbed his lower back, watching Chen Feng's martial techniques, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration:

"Youth is wonderful!"

Grandpa Jin scoffed and said,

"You and I weren't this good when we were young."

Yang Honghui laughed heartily.

He asked Chen Feng:

"Chen Feng, what's the name of this martial technique of yours?"

Chen Feng thought for a moment and made up a cool-sounding name on the spot.

Otherwise, saying it directly fused four techniques would probably shock the two men again.

"This move of mine is called the Great Vajra Heavenly Dragon Seven Ultimate Swords!"

Yang Honghui nodded.

"As expected, yet another martial technique I've never heard of."

By the time the sun set in the west,

Dugu Sword Demon's body had gradually regenerated.

Zhang Bowen's strike had left him deeply unsettled.

Glancing towards Kunlun City, the air instantly exploded with a sonic boom.

In almost the blink of an eye, he arrived on the battlefield of Kunlun City.

The two sides, still locked in combat,

only saw a figure streak across the sky.

The invaders on the ground instantly burst apart, spraying blood like fountains.

With just one pass,

Dugu Sword Demon had slaughtered nearly a hundred Martial Masters and Grandmasters.

The tide of battle turned instantly.

The remaining invaders, seeing a Martial Saint intervene,

immediately sensed grave danger.

"How come a Martial Saint is attacking? Where are our Martial Saints?"

"A Great Xia Martial Saint is here, but ours haven't appeared. How do we fight this?"

"Fight what? If the Great Xia Martial Saint is here, it means our side lost!"

"Run! If the top-tier combatants are defeated, we're just cannon fodder!"

...

When the first deserter appeared on the battlefield,

soon there was a second, a third.

In the end, those who didn't flee died.

Dugu Sword Demon's intervention instantly shattered their will to fight.

Chen Feng, on his side, finally got a chance to catch his breath.

He plopped down on the ground, feeling completely drained.

Watching Dugu Sword Demon who had just left, he couldn't help but ask Yang Honghui:

"Which Martial Saint was that just now?"

Yang Honghui explained:

"Although I haven't met him either, judging by my years of experience,

sword qi that formidable must belong to the Martial Saint from the Dugu family."

Their tones were relaxed.

Since it was a Great Xia Martial Saint who intervened, not Zhang Bowen or a Western Continent Martial Saint,

it meant the battle among Martial Saints was over.

And Great Xia had won.

Chen Feng borrowed Grandpa Jin's phone to call Jin Youxi.

He wanted to ask how they were doing, and also reassure them so they wouldn't worry.

Jin Youxi's voice quickly came from the other end of the line.

"Grandpa, have you seen my master!"

Hearing the voice on the phone,

Grandpa Jin, standing nearby, clicked his tongue in mild annoyance.

"Only remembers her master!"

Chen Feng chuckled and said,

"It's me. My phone broke, so I'm using your grandpa's to call you."

Jin Youxi's tone immediately changed.

"Master, did you miss me?

Let me tell you, we ran into that traitor Xiao Ruohan again.

She tried to team up with her boyfriend to harm us, but I beat her.

Later, her boyfriend brought two more helpers, but I drove them off too."

...

Chen Feng started a long chat with Jin Youxi on the phone.

Yang Honghui organized people to begin rescuing the wounded.

During the search, he was soon startled by his subordinates' report.

They had actually found the Martial Saint of the Wang family.

Yang Honghui immediately arranged for the severely injured Wang Zun to be sent to the hospital.

He reported the news to the President of the Martial Arts Association headquarters at once.

However, the President's phone was unreachable.

The Vice President of the Martial Arts Association answered the call.

The capital, Shengdu, immediately dispatched someone to deliver a Vermilion Fruit for Wang Zun to consume.

The next day.

News that shocked all of Great Xia broke.

Of the eleven Martial Saints who came to Kunlun City this time,

only one returned.

In this battle, excluding the traitor Feng Tengyun, Great Xia directly lost nine Martial Saints.

It was hailed as the most devastating battle in Great Xia's history.

On the other side,

The Western Continent's Chief Executive also received an unbelievable piece of news.

Staring at Mi Chuan, he said with utter disbelief:

"How is this possible!"

"All sixteen Martial Saints perished!"

"Don't joke with me!"