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Chapter 1241

Who is Mingzong? In the history of the human race, the Martial Saint is the most dazzling existence, as unparalleled as the sun and moon.

However, the sky is so vast that it would be too monotonous without the embellishment of stars, and the same is true for the long river of time.

Many of the most powerful sects who ascended the ladder to heaven have had their deeds spread far and wide, and for as long as those of certain martial saints.

Mingmingzong was one of the best among them, and he also had a remarkable identity: the personal disciple of the Primordial Martial Saint.

In the era of the Primordial Martial Saint, demons roamed freely. He was a pioneer and a hero who created the world.

Many people followed him on his travels, challenging powerful enemies, just like the seventy-two disciples of Confucius.

The best among them each learned a part of the original Martial Saint's essence, but none of them boasted that they had mastered all of his true teachings.

The Primordial Martial Saint was the first Martial Saint in the world, and no one has been able to replicate his former heights to this day.

The Human Race Cult has many martial arts lineages, but it lacks the original martial arts saint, because his lineage is so vast and profound that even the most gifted martial arts master would find it difficult to learn it all in a lifetime.

Mingzong was the only disciple in the world to have received 70% of the true teachings.

He is also recognized as the strongest among all the generations of the Heavenly Sect, and is known as 'standing on the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Heavenly Ladders'.

The legacy left by such a brilliant figure is no ordinary thing.

Zhen Beige painstakingly nurtured Zhou Ding, and outsiders assumed he would surely pass on his best skills... But Zhen Beige refused, instead entrusting Zhou Ding with the Minming Sect's legacy, which he had painstakingly collected throughout his life.

Zhou Dingxue's lineage is the Ming Sect's, which is equivalent to receiving instruction from the original Martial Saint across generations. This is quite an achievement.

"I see!"

After understanding the whole story, King Mingqiu nodded without changing his expression and said, "It was Niu Gong who saved you once."

"but……"

He then changed the subject, saying, "He can save you once, but he can't save you a second time."

After speaking, he immediately raised his hand, his palm lines shimmering with the flowing light of large totems, and unleashed another punch of the intent to strike.

Zhou Ding's face turned pale. His outburst just now had exhausted all his strength, and he was now in a state of transition where his old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated. He was in danger.

A figure flashed before his eyes; it turned out to be Zhou Xin who had made his move right in front of him.

"Little Martial Saint, indeed he is Little Martial Saint."

A gasp of surprise rose from the crowd as Zhou Xin's fists moved in a swift, unpredictable manner, one fist slightly bent and the other extended, resembling two hammers of varying lengths. He moved with incredible speed and agility, his movements fluid and elusive.

Although the deadly fist technique, which seemed to implicate Zhou Ding, was firmly locked onto him and Zhou Ding, Zhou Xin's every move showed a completely effortless and relaxed demeanor. His fists pounded out like hammers, one to the left and one to the right, like embracing yin and yang, the resulting fist winds shimmering with... spiritual light.

"A protective aura emanates from him, no wonder everyone calls him... the Little Martial Saint!"

Zhou You suddenly realized that his good son actually possessed the characteristics of a Martial Saint. The last person with this ability was Dongfang Daqian, but he only achieved it by using a Martial Saint's divine weapon.

His gaze fell on his son, trying to see inside, but it encountered a strong barrier and could not penetrate any further.

"The Grandmaster is right; this child is hiding a great secret."

Zhou You roughly guessed that what was blocking his vision was probably the flesh membrane unique to the Martial Saint.

He was simply curious when his son had absorbed something so precious, hmm...

A scene flashed through his mind: a strange stone that Zhou Xin had unexpectedly obtained on his way from the north to the capital.

That's right, the thing hidden inside that strange stone has probably already merged into Zhou Xin's body, making him a Little Martial Saint.

However, the panel has not yet given a definite answer as to whether it is the remains of a Martial Saint or the remains of other gods and demons.

Sigh, Dad has to worry about him again.

This move already carried a terrifying killing intent, and with the protection of the Martial Saint's Holy Light, it could be said to be the pinnacle of both offense and defense. The direct result was that the Holy King's fist intent was interrupted for the second time.

Martial Saint Zhou Ding exhaled and nodded to Zhou Ding; the tacit understanding between the two brothers was beyond words.

His move allowed him to survive a round and bought Zhou Ding enough time to recover his energy.

Zhou Ding had taken the opportunity to go through several cycles, restoring his strength to its full potential, and was ready to take over Zhou Xin's responsibilities.

but……

"Hmm, I've determined your limits. There will be no room for luck in the next move!"

The cold voice of the Holy King Mingqiu Mang rang out.

It turns out that the previous two punches, which seemed to implicate the opponent, were just small probing moves, and he hadn't used his full strength.

He moved his five fingers in rapid succession, as if playing a bone zither with animal sinew strings, gentle as plucking, yet bursting with murderous intent as he pointed it at Zhou Ding and Zhou Xin.

A tidal wave of horrified screams erupted from all around, for the power of this attack was a hundred times greater than the previous two combined.

It should be noted that those two attacks were only stopped by Zhou Ding and Zhou Xin with their full strength. Even if the two brothers joined forces now, they would definitely not be able to hold on and would surely die.

The fist's intent to implicate all members of the Zhou family, both the northern and southern branches, will inevitably destroy all the main members of the Zhou family and completely wipe out Zhou Daqian's family.

"Well!"

Zhou Ti, who was hiding in the crowd, had his fingers twitching wildly. It was his body's instinctive reaction, wanting to save the two of them.

But reason told him that taking action now would not only fail to save anyone, but would also get him involved.

He had his own methods to prevent the negative consequences of his fist technique; even if the entire Zhou family of Southeast China were wiped out, it wouldn't implicate him and his mother. Besides…

Zhou Ding and he made a plan to split up their families and fight each other, all for the sake of today. Although the Zhou family was destroyed, his Qi family has sown the seeds of resurgence. He, Zhou Xin, also has the surname Zhou, the Zhou of Zhou Daqian.

Just as he was agonizing over his inner turmoil, the ripples of the fist's intent had already reached him, the closest member of the Zhou clan. Zhou Ti's lips curled up like a bird spreading its wings, and a burst of ink light poured from his fingertips, instantly activating the power of seal script.

"Blood relatives, ancestral worship are intertwined."

"Watch me steal the beams and pillars, using the Qi family name to sever your fist that implicates the Zhou family."

In an instant, Zhou Ti's identity as the head of the Qi family came into play, and the fist intent aimed at him missed its target.

Zhou Ti breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized something was wrong. He sensed that at the end of the bloodline's backward flow, there was a colossal creature standing motionless.

The terrifying, clan-annihilating power of Quan Quanyi's influence could not shake its existence, to the point that...

Saint King Mingqiu Mang blurted out, "Impossible!"

"Who is it? Haha, it really is you, Zhou Daqian. You're still alive. If it weren't for you, who could have stopped my fist intent from implicating your two sons?"

"wrong%"

Mingqiu had just reached a conclusion when he decisively overturned his previous statement.

Because he realized that the enormous figure was separated from Zhou Ding and Zhou Xin by a great distance in time, and was definitely not father and son.

Among the Zhou family ancestors, who else could rival him?
Even if he were the founding ancestor, Zhou Yi, he would at most be a beginner on the Heavenly Ladder and would never be a match for the Holy King, let alone protect his descendants.

"Enough is enough. Don't try to wipe them all out!"

The enormous creature was clearly wary. After issuing a warning, it unleashed its power to sever all his attempts to climb the ladder.

The Holy King Mingqiu Mang was thrown back several steps by the shock, his face filled with horror. These Central Plains aristocratic families were indeed unfathomable.

(End of this chapter)