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Chapter 1235

"Little Martial Saint Zhou Xin".

A high-ranking shaman blocked their path, identifying himself, "Do you recognize me, Moguli?"

After the name was announced, the surrounding martial artists looked at each other, indicating that they did not know.

But Zhou Xin clearly knew, "Oh, so it's you, Master Qi's defeated opponent."

The chief shaman blushed upon hearing this, for it was a dark history of hers, an indelible stain.

Even though he later learned from his shame and rose to prominence, making rapid progress to become the Great Shaman, the memory of his crushing defeat at the hands of Zhou You's disciples could never be erased.

Moreover, the Holy King's order not to make things difficult for the Daqian Martial Arts School further eliminated his means of revenge, such as massacring and annihilating the school.

Mo Guli was extremely frustrated, and this time he finally found an opportunity to take action against Zhou You's son.

"Sharp-tongued and cunning, you're courting death. Today I'll send you to meet your father."

This was just a casual remark made during a pre-fight argument, but it was carried away by the wind and overheard by a few people, who then wore enigmatic smiles.

These people are Lu Zhigang, Liu Jinguo, and Xiaoyaozi...

Their fathers have already arrived; they can meet without you seeing them off. It's you who needs to go see the ancestors of the Wu tribe.

When the shamans make a move, they always concentrate their superior forces to fight against the outnumbered. After Mo Guli appeared, the great shamans around him also moved in that direction, determined to surround him.

Zhou Xin smiled calmly, "I apologize, I did not receive my father's true teachings, so I cannot use the martial arts of Daqian Martial Arts School to fight you."

"Please accept this punch!"

boom!
The two plumes of smoke, solid as solid, collided across a distance of thousands of miles, bursting into dust with the power to pierce through steel plates.

The figures fluttered about, and Zhou Xin's boxing style was simple and unadorned, seemingly containing the shadows of many other boxing styles. It was straightforward and without fancy moves, yet it carried a unique and powerful force, with the charm of "overcoming skill with brute force".

He was agile and nimble, his strength contained in his fingertips. He would strike with lightning speed when he spotted an opening, making contact and leaving in an instant.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The aftershocks of the punches exploded all around Mo Guli, and he felt the penetrating force deep into his bones. He was horrified; this kid's punches were terrifying.

No wonder the title of Little Martial Saint became more and more famous. Those powerful witch warriors who fought him and survived chose to remain silent afterward, without offering any objections.

Zhou Xin's boxing style was definitely the most efficient and lethal technique he had ever seen.

With every move he made, he fully utilized the power of his muscles and fascia, without wasting a single bit of it. It was as if the ultimate goal of this boxing style was to squeeze out all the power and deliver it to the enemy without any loss, causing damage.

"The splendor of ancient martial arts!"

Mo Guli gave a slight cold laugh, his body flashed three times, and a halo appeared around him.

He possesses three types of secondary human bloodlines: Giant, Multi-Bone, and Wise Eye. As his cultivation level increases, he also refines his bloodlines to the point where they are as responsive as his own arms, forming an extremely rare bloodline aura.

This breakthrough was unprecedented and was even included by the Holy King in the Book of Myriad Wonders of Transformation for future generations to refer to.

Bloodline aura, a thought emerges, intertwines and overlaps, giving birth to a brand new power.

Three bloodline halos landed on his forehead, and Mo Guli's body rapidly changed. Countless mud-like white liquids gushed from his pores, instantly enveloping his entire body and causing it to expand further.

"The Giant with Many Bones".

In a few breaths, Mo Guli transformed into a gigantic humanoid figure clad in bone armor. Then, amidst a teeth-grinding grinding sound, cracks appeared at the joints of his bones, revealing blood-red eyeballs. Without a word, the giant leaped forward, his speed almost making him invisible.

The halo emanating from countless blood-red eyes dyed the surroundings pink, and some martial artists collapsed and died instantly upon being caught in the halo.

This method is terrifying; it takes lives remotely, silently and without warning.

Seeing this, Zhou Xin took a half step back, not to avoid it, but to gather his strength and throw his fist out like a compressed spring.

With a crack, the air was slapped by his arm, compressed into a solid state in an instant, and then shattered.

The fist struck the void, ripples spread out, and the huge, multi-skeletal giant was actually knocked back to its original form by the punch. The countless crimson halos of the wise eyes shattered into fragments at the point where the fist hit.

Then came another kick, thud, the body of the skeletal giant shook like a mountain, and the surrounding earth cracked.

Who would have thought that the young martial saint Zhou Ti would grow stronger when facing stronger opponents, actually matching the great sorcerer Mo Guli, who possessed three different bloodlines?

This greatly boosted the morale of the resistance forces, and warriors from all sides charged forward bravely.

He withdrew his gaze from the shadows and breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that he no longer needed to lend a hand.

The owner of these eyes also has the surname Zhou, but he belongs to the Southeast Zhou clan, not the Zhou family that originated in the Northern Xuan.

Zhou Ding, nicknamed "King of the Southeast," was born a pampered child with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was the eldest son of Zhou Daqian and the successor of his senior brother Zhou. On the day of the "grasping ceremony," Xiaoyaozi came to his door to tattoo his body, laying a solid foundation for his future as a prodigy.

From a young age, he followed a famous teacher and received personal instruction from Zhen Beige, which meant he was always dealt an exceptional hand.

However, ever since Zhou Daqian left, the Zhou family's western branch has become easy prey for many hungry wolves. Despite leaving the capital and relocating to the southeast, it still cannot escape covetousness and scheming.

As the eldest son, Zhou Ding took over as head of the family during a time of great turmoil and immediately shone brightly.

He made the most of his father's legacy, befriending the remnants of the great lord, using the resources of the Demon Transformation Cauldron to subdue local pharmacists, and opening up channels between the northern and southern borders.

In this world where martial arts reign supreme, Zhou Ding's skill in maneuvering among various forces and using their strengths against them is unparalleled. Under his leadership, the Western Branch of the Zhou Clan not only survived the crisis of imminent annihilation, but also made further progress, filling the power vacuum left by the death of the Great Gentleman.

Several southeastern states undoubtedly fell under the control of the Zhou family, and Zhou Ding, as the head of the family, was given the nickname 'King of the Southeast'.

As a result, the Western Zhou clan was also renamed Southeast Zhou, and it gained considerable prominence, rivaling the Northern Xuan Zhu clan.

A crisis ensued, and Dijing could not stand idly by while they thrived, especially since the Zhou family's business was already a coveted prize for many powerful forces without Zhou Daqian's protection. Seeing imminent annihilation, Zhou Ding sought out his half-brother Zhou Ti, who also held the most secrets in the family, and devised a plan to split the family and pit Zhou Ding against Zhou Qi.

As it turns out, it's not hard to guess what ambitious people are thinking; they always try to get the maximum benefit at the lowest cost.

Everything was progressing according to his plan. The Zhou and Qi states in the southeast were embroiled in internal strife, leaving them no time to expand and falling into a vicious cycle of internal strife.

As the outside world's attention gradually faded, the Southeast King Zhou Ding lost his youthful vigor and seemed to have become mediocre overnight.

He was simply lying low, waiting for his chance to make his move.

Zhou Ding had two goals in his life: first, to lay the foundation for his family's eternal existence; and second, to avenge the death of Zhenbei Ge Niu Gong.

The first goal is a long-term plan that requires his entire life to achieve, but the second...

Zhou Ding appeared alone on the battlefield, disguised, with only one target: the approaching Holy King.

No one could have imagined that Zhou Ding, the King of the Southeast, would condescend to become an assassin and risk his life to enter the chaotic battlefield.

(End of this chapter)