After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 313 Three Moves
Killing intent!
An unimaginable, overwhelming killing intent enveloped everyone at this moment.

The only feeling everyone had at that moment was as if a dagger about to pierce their heart was quietly resting in their back.

It was as if the slightest movement from them would cause the blade to plunge into their hearts without hesitation, instantly robbing them of their lives.

The once bustling scene at the foot of the Sunset Wall abruptly ceased, an invisible fear spread throughout the world, and all around fell silent.

hum!
Suddenly, the sound of swords clashing seemed to rang out above the summit of Luoyangbi Mountain, breaking the utter silence before them.

However, the murderous intent emanating from the onlookers did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, the fear in their hearts grew wildly like vines, constantly multiplying and accumulating.

At this moment, almost everyone began to tremble uncontrollably. They tried their best to run away, but it was as if some unseen force was suppressing them, leaving them with nowhere to escape!
At the forefront of the group, where the Dugu family stood, Dugu Changkong was enveloped in a sharp sword intent. He looked up at the suddenly dimming sky atop Luoyangbi Mountain, and his hands, which had been hanging by his sides, slowly clenched into fists.

"Is this the power of the Saint of Slaughter?"

Meanwhile, the assassins from the Hidden Kill Pavilion who came to watch the battle, though suppressed by the overwhelming killing intent, all gazed at the sky with excited and fervent expressions.

At this moment, whether it was the Ghost Dwarf, the Black and White Rakshasa, or the Illusionary Swan and the Pitying Star, all of them stared intently at the summit of Luoyang Wall.

To be honest, after so many years as assassins of the Hidden Killing Pavilion, this was the first time they had ever witnessed the elder, the Killing Saint, make a move.

Being called the Saint Slayer is no exaggeration!

It is truly the pinnacle of the killing path, built from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It is the ultimate martial arts assassin, a killing path condensed from hundreds and thousands of people walking on the edge of life and death. In this matter of killing, it has reached the realm of perfection and the pinnacle.

"As expected, the Killing Saint's move is extraordinary!"

This irresistible, terrifying killing intent, this stealthy movement like a gazelle leaping through the air, this thunderous, horrifying strike…

This is the pinnacle of the path of killing that they have pursued and longed for in their entire lives!

……

At the same time, an aged, obscure voice, seemingly emanating from the depths of the clouds, suddenly resounded throughout the entire Sunset Wall:

"Indeed, if you can withstand three of my moves, you will win."

As soon as he finished speaking, a palm-sized curved blade appeared above Li Musheng's head without any hesitation.

At this moment, Li Musheng stood on the mountaintop, completely unaffected by the killing intent of the Hidden Killing Pavilion's Killing Saint, his gaze calmly fixed on the void ahead.

……

"Shen Shu, what do you think?"

The Taoist priest in green robes and the monk Shenshu below stopped playing chess, stood up, and looked up at the sky above the peak of Luoyang Wall, just like everyone else around them.

However, unlike the others, the two were not affected by the killing intent of the Saint, and their expressions were very calm.

Upon hearing this, the monk Shenshu gazed at the figure atop the distant mountain peak and said:

"It's hard to say. The Killing Saint of the Hidden Killing Pavilion is indeed powerful. This is the first time I have faced the killing intent of a Killing Saint directly. Although I am not seriously injured, I still have a feeling of being pricked by thorns."

The Taoist priest in the green robe narrowed his eyes, glanced at the monk Shenshu, and said:
"What else did you think? The assassin organization that has spread across five countries has a foundation that is no weaker than your Han Guang Temple!"

However, the monk Shenshu chanted a Buddhist prayer and said:
"The Buddha has always been compassionate and does not like to compete or fight."

The Taoist priest in the green robe curled his lip, then continued gazing into the distance, and said:
"That Killing Saint from the Hidden Killing Pavilion is indeed very strong, but the Eighth Prince of Da Li is no weakling either. Since the Killing Saint is going to make three moves, each one must be stronger than the last. Let's see if the Eighth Prince can block them all."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest in the green robe's expression shifted, and he suddenly became interested, saying:

"How about we make a bet and see if that Eighth Prince can withstand three moves?"

Upon hearing this, Monk Shenshu shook his head and said:
"Forget it. I'm alright at playing chess, but I'm not good at gambling."

The Taoist priest in the green robe twitched slightly. No wonder this monk wanted to play chess with him and gamble on his disciple; it turned out he was determined to take him down.

However, before he could continue speaking, Li Musheng's voice came from the summit of Luoyang Wall, and almost everyone around Luoyang Wall could hear it.

“Three moves? Then I’ll play with you.” Li Musheng said calmly.

He originally intended to end the fight in one move and leave, but since so many people had come, he decided to keep up the act for a little longer, as a way of giving the Hidden Killing Pavilion some face.

After all, the Hidden Killing Pavilion would belong to him from now on, so this was a way of saving face for himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the curved blade above his head, which was entirely formed from killing intent, was casually caught between Li Musheng's fingers.

With a slight tremor, the murderous curved blade, capable of killing invisibly, crumbled and vanished from between his fingers.

"too weak."

Li Musheng raised an eyebrow slightly and looked into the void ahead.

With such limited strength, who do you think you are to fight him?
If someone who doesn't know the situation saw this, they might think he couldn't withstand the attack of the Killing Saint!
Upon hearing this, a cloud in the dim void ahead seemed to pause slightly.

Meanwhile, the onlookers at the foot of the Sunset Wall below naturally heard Li Musheng's words.

Although the crowd was suppressed by the killing intent of the Killing Saint and could not move or speak, it did not stop them from being shocked by Li Musheng's words.

After all, they could personally feel the power of the Killing Saint at this moment, a terrifying existence that they simply could not resist.

But even someone like this, Li Musheng still thinks the other party is weak?
"interesting."

The Taoist priest in the green robe stroked his beard and spoke, while the monk Shenshu's eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing.

Not far away, Huo Shan was barely able to speak under Huo Qifeng's attack, despite the killing intent of that Killing Saint.

At this moment, gazing at Li Musheng's figure atop the mountain peak, he murmured:

"Although I don't know how high my cousin's prince's martial arts skills are, his invincible mentality is probably something that even a martial god could not match."

Upon hearing this, Huo Qifeng sighed softly and gazed into the distance, saying:

"This is probably the difference between us and him!"

……

Meanwhile, after hearing Li Musheng's "arrogant" words, the assassins of the Hidden Kill Pavilion all looked rather unpleasant.

Although they knew Li Musheng was powerful, he was a killing saint, the pinnacle of the killing path they had pursued in their lives.

"It's obvious that the old man who killed the Saint was holding back, which is why he was ridiculed."

The dwarf slowly spoke, clearly displeased. Huanhu nodded and said, "Although I understand the idea that the Pavilion wants this Eighth Prince to succeed the new Pavilion Master, under these circumstances, I think we should first establish the prestige of the Hidden Kill Pavilion and not be underestimated by the other party, so as not to underestimate the true strength of the Hidden Kill Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, both the Black and White Rakshasa nodded, while Lianxing gazed at the young figure atop the mountain peak, her eyes flickering slightly, and said in a calm voice:

"He's incredibly arrogant."

Just then, the sky suddenly changed, and the entire summit of Luoyangbi Mountain was filled with eerie winds and ghostly shadows.

The sound of wind and thunder was like the beating of drums, and the light and shadow of mountains of corpses and seas of blood flashed continuously. In an instant, it was as if a layer of mist enveloped Li Musheng on the mountaintop.

"This fog is called the Fog of Slaughter. Each wisp of fog is equivalent to a blade of killing intent that can slay a hundred people. Thousands of wisps of fog intertwine to form a killing blade array. As long as the killing intent remains, the blade array will not dissipate. You can withstand one, ten, or a hundred blades, but can you withstand a thousand, ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand blades...?"

"If you can't hold on any longer, just say so, and I'll remove this killing fog for you."

The voice of the Hidden Killer Pavilion's Killing Saint slowly emanated, and at the same time, the entire summit of Luoyang Wall had already disappeared from everyone's sight.

At this moment, all the people around the foot of the mountain saw was a bloody light, ghostly shadows, and a gray mist swirling in the wind that enveloped the entire mountain peak.

Within the gray fog, a terrifying killing intent soared into the sky, countless times stronger than the killing intent enveloping everyone.

The space around the mountaintop seemed to freeze and stagnate, the killing aura transforming into invisible shackles, sealing off all directions!

However, the moment the Killing Saint finished speaking, the gray mist that had been covering the mountaintop vanished instantly, and the soaring killing intent disappeared without a trace.

And Li Musheng's figure reappeared in everyone's sight.

He remained unharmed atop the mountain, seemingly unaffected by the killing fog.

"It's still too weak."

At this moment, Li Musheng gazed at the void ahead, slowly shook his head, and then reminded him:

"You have one last chance. I suggest you go all out, otherwise it will feel like you haven't even tried."

Upon hearing this, the clouds in the dim void immediately began to shake violently.

After a moment, the aged, hoarse voice rang out again, saying:

"Good good!"

The Killing Saint of the Hidden Killing Pavilion exclaimed "Good!" three times, shaking the entire world.

Upon seeing this, Li Musheng frowned.

He had initially thought of giving the Hidden Killers some face, since they would all be his subordinates in the future.

But for some reason, I couldn't help myself and accidentally said a couple of trash words to the other person.

Of course, it wasn't exactly trash talk, just a sarcastic remark, but it's clear that it really angered the old man on the other side!

At that very moment, the energy of the entire world suddenly changed.

The overwhelming killing intent emanating from the Killing Saint shifted from stillness to movement, and the killing intent that had been enveloping everyone at the foot of the mountain instantly surged upwards.

The crowd below immediately felt relieved. In that instant, everyone was able to move again, and they couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, atop the summit of Luoyangbi Mountain, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a chilling, lifeless, and terrifying killing intent descended from the sky!
Everything in the world slowed down in an instant, and space seemed to be constantly distorting. At this moment, a withered hand appeared out of thin air above Li Musheng's head and slowly fell down with the power to shatter mountains and split seas.

There was no howling wind, yet as the palm continued to fall, the rocks on the mountaintop silently turned to dust, and the ancient trees and vegetation withered and turned to ash in an instant.

The entire summit of Luoyangbi Mountain seemed unable to withstand the dissipated force, and the mountain shook and cracked, as if it were about to completely collapse.

Besides, everything around Luoyang Wall was deathly silent, with only the rocks turned to dust and the trees devoid of life, as if even sound and light had been completely swallowed up by the Killing Saint's palm strike.

……

"If the intention to kill is even considered, heaven and earth will fall silent!"

The monk Shenshu below looked up at the palm strike on the mountaintop, then clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant with a sorrowful expression.

In that palm strike, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood that blotted out the sky, countless heads rolling down, and countless withered bones and corpses piling up into mountains.

The Taoist priest in the green robe opposite him couldn't help but sigh and said:
"No wonder he is called the Saint of Slaughter, it is truly fitting."

"Although it's unknown whether this is his strongest move, how many people in this world can withstand it?"

At the same time, the Hidden Kill Pavilion members in the crowd remained silent, watching the palm strike made by the Killing Saint on the mountaintop.

Everyone's pupils constricted, revealing an expression of utter shock. This was the significance of their journey from afar to Shangyang City.

They came specifically to witness the Killing Saint's palm strike!

Being able to witness the Slaughter Saint's attack firsthand, and see that terrifying and deadly palm strike that made the world pale in comparison, made their trip worthwhile!

However, at the same time, a question also arose in their minds.

Could the eighth prince of Dali really withstand such a powerful and terrifying palm strike?

At this moment, not only the assassins of the Hidden Kill Pavilion, but everyone around the Falling Sun Wall had the same question as them.

At the location of the Dugu family, Dugu Changkong stood still, gazing at the scene atop the mountain.

His hands clenched tightly, his whole being surging with sword intent, and even his breathing became rapid.

Li Musheng had clearly angered the Killing Saint of the Hidden Killing Pavilion. He was now looking forward to the Killing Saint's terrifying palm strike. Even if it couldn't take Li Musheng's life, it would at least severely injure him.

Otherwise, given Li Musheng's previously displayed formidable strength and seemingly invincible demeanor, frankly, he didn't know if he would ever have a chance to take revenge in this lifetime.

Meanwhile, atop Luoyangbi Mountain.

Li Musheng stared quietly at the withered hand about to fall from above his head, then raised his hand and flicked his finger at the palm.

In an instant, the entire world fell silent, as if time had stopped and the scene had frozen.

The next moment, the withered hand, which was filled with immense killing intent and contained a terrifying aura of destruction, suddenly retracted at an extremely fast speed and disappeared into the dim void in the blink of an eye.

At the same moment, the entire Luoyangbi Mountain peak, which was on the verge of collapse, suddenly stopped, the murderous intent that filled the sky dissipated, and the folded and distorted void was smoothed out...

Everything returned to normal. Li Musheng still stood quietly on the mountaintop. The dim void in front of him was also rapidly receding from its gloom, gradually becoming clear and bright!

(End of this chapter)