"The calls still aren't going through!"
The fifty Martial Saints rushing back from the Kunlun Mountains were all burning with anxiety.
They had completely lost contact with the Holy Capital.
However, they could still contact their clansmen who had left the Holy Capital to gain experience in other provinces.
But just like them, those people had also lost contact with the clansmen in the Holy Capital.
Now, all the Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan who were outside were rushing toward the Holy Capital at top speed.
Everything had happened far too suddenly.
No one had anticipated that such a thing would occur out of nowhere.
They only prayed that their clansmen in the Holy Capital were safe and sound.
They hoped the ninety-two Martial Saints remaining in the Holy Capital could suppress the rebellion.
After all, that was ninety-two Martial Saints. They truly couldn't imagine who would dare to strike at the Ancient Clan.
The final conclusion they reached was that all the hidden Martial Saints had allied with the Half-step Martial God in the Holy Capital to launch a sneak attack on the Ancient Clan.
Soon, however, they received new information via their phones.
In a city south of the Holy Capital.
The sword master and the Tai Chi master had suddenly appeared to block the Ancient Clan's reinforcements from returning.
At this moment, Wang Zun and Dugu Sword Demon were facing off against sixteen Martial Saints.
Originally, there had been thirty Martial Saints.
But fourteen of them had already returned to the Holy Capital ahead of time; Wang Zun and Dugu Sword Demon hadn't managed to intercept them.
"Be careful of that Tai Chi master. The clan leader said this person is incredibly formidable."
"That sword master is also a peak Martial Saint at the realm of Heaven and Man as One. He absolutely must not be underestimated."
"The situation in the Holy Capital is very wrong. We must finish this battle quickly and not waste any time."
...
Without any wasted words, the great battle erupted instantly.
Dugu Sword Demon pointed his sword at the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints and shouted:
"Our luck isn't bad, we didn't have to block all thirty of them."
"Don't you go dying here."
Wang Zun didn't reply.
His martial arts domain completely unfolded.
The Tai Chi Bagua spun and paused, sensing every tiny change in all things of the world.
The sixteen Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan attacked together.
Dugu Sword Demon slashed out with his sword and instantly retreated.
At this moment, Wang Zun also locked onto a Martial Saint who used sword techniques.
Aiming at the opponent's opening, he instantly raised his fist, channeled his power, struck, and retracted his fist.
After this set of movements was completed.
The air in front of him seemed to only just react.
It exploded with a boom.
Under the incomprehensible gazes of the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints.
They watched helplessly as a clansman's chest was inexplicably punched through.
They stared at Wang Zun in horror.
They knew this man was strong, but they hadn't expected him to be this outrageously strong.
Having succeeded in his strike, Wang Zun also quickly opened up the distance.
At the same time, he threw three more punches, blocking three incoming attacks.
Even though he was strong, he couldn't withstand the combined strike of over a dozen Martial Saints.
On the other side, after gathering his strength, Dugu Sword Demon also unleashed a second, wide-range sword attack.
The sword light spanned a hundred meters, cleaving toward all the Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan.
This bought Wang Zun the opportunity to strike again.
The next moment.
Another person from the Ancient Clan fell.
His lower abdomen was blown apart by Wang Zun's punch, a thoroughly miserable sight.
Wang Zun felt no joy of victory at this moment.
Cold sweat had already broken out on his forehead.
Both of his fists had begun to tremble.
Right now, his right fist could throw at most two more punches, and his left fist could only throw three more.
The meridians within his body were also throbbing with pain under the overload.
The remaining fourteen Ancient Clan Martial Saints all had red eyes.
One person roared furiously:
"He doesn't have the ability to kill all of us at once."
"Don't give him a chance to catch his breath."
The remaining fourteen charged together.
Wang Zun gritted his teeth and threw two more punches.
An Ancient Clan Martial Saint's sternum suddenly caved in, and he flew backward, spewing fresh blood from his mouth.
Another person's head exploded on the spot, sending a mist of blood flying.
The Ancient Clan's Martial Saints were reduced by two more.
The attacks of the remaining twelve had now reached them.
"Slash!"
Dugu Sword Demon slashed out with his sword, forcefully meeting them head-on.
His entire body was instantly blasted back nearly a hundred meters.
While still in the air, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Zun also drew his own sword.
He slashed several times in succession, barely blocking the remaining attacks.
However, there was a fundamental difference between sword techniques and fighting with fists and limbs.
The power he displayed was clearly inferior to his Tai Chi at the realm of Heaven and Man as One.
But for now, Wang Zun could only rely on his sword techniques to give his overwhelmed body a moment to recover.
However, what was originally a two-versus-sixteen had now become a two-versus-twelve.
"Find a way to stall them. If it really comes down to it, we'll just have to run!"
Wang Zun reminded Dugu Sword Demon, who was not far away.
Dugu Sword Demon nodded.
Looking at the bloodshot eyes of the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints, he also knew that fighting head-on to the bitter end was meaningless.
His and Wang Zun's main goal was to relieve the pressure on Wei Qianqiu.
To prevent these people from returning to provide support right away.
If they lost their lives here, the losses would outweigh the gains.
However, having watched four of their clansmen get killed with their own eyes, the remaining twelve of the Ancient Clan naturally wouldn't let the two escape easily.
Especially during this recent period, the Ancient Clan had been losing people continuously.
This had kept them suppressed for too long.
Seeing their clansmen die right before their eyes once again.
Their suppressed emotions completely erupted.
The remaining twelve began to charge and attack with no regard for their own lives.
Wang Zun and Dugu Sword Demon continuously retreated in defeat.
Just as the two were about to be surrounded.
Wang Zun gritted his teeth and threw another punch.
Another Ancient Clan Martial Saint was struck directly in a weak point.
A bloody hole was instantly punched clean through his abdomen.
But Wang Zun's aura clearly began to wither.
Even though he tried desperately to swallow the metallic sweetness in his throat.
Blood still flowed uncontrollably from his nostrils.
He raised his trembling left hand, wanting to wipe away the continuous nosebleed.
But he just couldn't wipe it clean.
Taking advantage of this opening, Dugu Sword Demon unleashed hundreds of sword strikes in a row.
Forcefully breaking apart the enemy's encirclement.
However, one of the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints completely disregarded his own life.
Trading a life for a life.
The horizontal saber in his hand slashed directly at Wang Zun.
Clang!
The saber light slashed down from the air.
Wang Zun tried his utmost to raise his sword in defense.
However, his vitality and blood were already unstable, and his defense was instantly shattered by the Ancient Clan Martial Saint's all-out strike.
Without the support of stable vitality and blood, the bronze sword in his hand.
Was instantly chopped into two pieces by the saber light.
At the same time, blood spurted out.
Along with Wang Zun's sword-wielding right arm, which was severed cleanly at the shoulder.
However, that Ancient Clan Martial Saint was also shredded into a bloody mess by Dugu Sword Demon's sword aura, falling to the ground and completely losing his combat ability.
Startled, Dugu Sword Demon hurriedly rushed to Wang Zun's side.
Grabbing him, he quickly retreated.
The last ten Ancient Clan Martial Saints let out heaven-shaking roars.
"Today, we will definitely slay you right here!"
"The Tai Chi master is already crippled."
"The peak sword master's strength can handle at most five people at the same time."
"There's no need to trade lives anymore; neither of them will escape!"
...
The Ancient Clan Martial Saints, although furious, still maintained a shred of rationality.
And they also realized one thing.
Although there weren't many outside Martial Saints.
Those who hadn't died at the hands of Mr. Bowen back then possessed truly terrifying strength.
Every single one of them was someone who could rival an expert like Gu Yang.
Especially that Tai Chi master.
Even if Mr. Bowen came in person, he probably wouldn't be a match for him.
As for them, Martial Saints who had piled up their cultivation by relying on the Ageless Everlasting Spring Art to bide their time.
They were clearly a level below these short-lived outsiders.
As long as their martial arts cultivation hadn't reached the realm of Heaven and Man as One, almost none of them could match an outside Martial Saint in a one-on-one fight.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
