Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 393 Oh no, I've become Xia Jie!

Blood once again stained the land of Xuzhou, a place that has suffered many disasters since ancient times.

The White Lotus Sect warriors, carrying a statue of King Ming that was over ten meters tall, continued the Dharma assembly in an orderly manner, stepping on piles of corpses with expressionless faces.

Dozens of powerful and influential families, large and small, that had once wielded immense power and influence in Xuzhou were all wiped out.

Of course, there were also a few lucky ones who managed to escape.

They mingled among the frenzied crowd, worshipping the Peacock King Bodhisattva and practicing the same revenge technique.

Then, they each launched suicidal assassinations against the people they considered their enemies.

Among them, several aristocratic scions with exceptionally powerful auras suddenly unleashed a violent crimson aura during their charge, leaping into the air as they attempted to join forces to destroy the Peacock King statue!
These scions of noble families had all received a good education and possessed a broader perspective than ordinary refugees, clearly understanding what was of the highest value.

And how can we make the real "murderer" sitting on the idol feel real pain?
However, before the surrounding guardian warriors could make a move...

Mo Yu, the hero who had been sitting quietly on the statue of the Ming King from beginning to end, as if he had become one with the statue and had become part of it, made his move.

He didn't even open his eyes.

A powerful, masculine handprint, seemingly cast from crystal, descended from the sky.

The crowd below only saw a flash of golden light.

Those young masters from noble families who had just been promoted to Innate Martial Artists and were about to do something earth-shattering were instantly exploded into clouds of blood mist in mid-air.

Among the crowd, several young men from prominent families, who also harbored deep-seated hatred, turned deathly pale upon seeing the mangled corpse, a bloody mess resembling rotten mud. Their hearts were filled with endless despair.

They knew that even if they were to burn everything they had to cultivate this demonic art to its ultimate level, they would still be unable to defeat the terrifying figure sitting atop the statue of the Bright King, who resembled a blazing purple-gold sun.

How could a mortal possibly cause the slightest harm to the sun, which hangs high in the sky?

Just then, a woman with delicate features, but a palm-sized red birthmark on her left cheek, slowly stepped out from the crowd.

She knew that if she allowed everyone's minds to be intimidated by that person's godlike and demonic methods, it would be disastrous.

After that, their will will inevitably be completely extinguished.

Then, these people will truly never have the chance to take revenge!

"We have to do something! At the very least, we can't let ourselves completely lose even the courage to seek revenge!"

Zheng Qingjiao murmured anxiously to herself.

Suddenly, she abandoned her hiding and unleashed all the hatred and power within her!

He shot through the air like an arrow, charging fiercely towards Mo Yu, the hero atop the statue of the Ming King!
Among the White Lotus Sect's soldiers, several sharp-eyed men who had a grudge against the Zheng family recognized her from the red mark on her left forehead.

His eyes widened in fury, and with a roar, he lunged forward, gun in hand, and stabbed at her!

"You beasts of the Zheng family! I never imagined there would still be remnants! Die!"

Hearing the furious roar filled with hatred, Zheng Qingjiao's heart was also filled with rage.

He lashed out fiercely at the oncoming group with his iron whisk!
Several soldiers who had only just entered the Inner Strength Realm were instantly struck by a whisk containing innate true energy, causing their spear shafts to break and their ribs to snap!
But she didn't stop at all; carrying the blood-stained whisk, she rose into the air!

A pair of once clear and beautiful eyes were now completely filled with blood red and a deathly will!

[The Great Demonic Disintegration Technique]!
A mist of blood emanated from every pore of her body!
Immediately afterwards, the white true energy within her body turned completely dark red!
Fueled by a death wish and overwhelming hatred, this power instantly ascended to the innate qi that only a Celestial Master could possess!

This time, Mo Yu, the hero sitting cross-legged on the statue of the Ming King, finally turned his indifferent gaze toward this place.

Zheng Qingjiao has practiced martial arts since childhood. She has considerable talent and skill, and she has even broken through to become a Xiantian martial artist through her own efforts.

Although the blessing Qiu Jue bestowed upon her wasn't much, she gleaned from it a method of burning life force!
Once this method is activated, certain death is inevitable!

However, it can instantly gain power that is enough to threaten a Celestial Master!

At this moment, upon seeing that Mo Yu had turned his gaze towards them.

She let out a hoarse roar, uttering those venomous words that had been recited countless times in history books:

"When will this day end? I will perish with you!"

O sun, when will you fall? I am willing to perish with you!
The whisk, which was originally soft, transformed into an indestructible short spear under the influence of the Heavenly Demon Qi!

With a crimson aura several feet high, she unleashed this powerful strike, the result of burning her entire life force, and thrust it fiercely at Mo Yu, the hero sitting atop the statue.

[Self-Destruction Realm - Thirty percent of Power]!
Mo Yu, one of the heroes, raised his hand, and a misty purple aura gathered in his palm.

He simply and unremarkably pushed forward with his palm.

The crimson spear light that Zheng Qingjiao thrust out with all her might, along with her beautiful but short-lived life, was gone.
Shattered together!
Crimson blood rained down from the sky.

The powerful, god-like figure of the chivalrous Mo Yu, with his seemingly effortless palm strike, utterly shattered the last breaths of many avengers from powerful families who were still lurking among the crowd.

However, many people were inspired by Zheng Qingjiao's resolute and fierce demeanor and chose to bury their hatred even deeper in their hearts.

They planned to remain hidden, searching and waiting for that opportunity—an opportunity that might never come—to take revenge on that sun-like figure!
The hero Mo Yu can then access the Peacock Demon Soul, or rather, the 'Peacock King Bodhisattva,' which has completely merged with the statue of the King of Light beneath him.

Thus, one can vaguely sense the inner voices of all those who worship this Peacock King and practice the Revenge Technique.

But he didn't care.

In fact, he was looking forward to it.

I look forward to the day when someone can break through the shackles of cultivation techniques and reach the realm of Celestial Master.

He was well aware that the current Qiu Jue had a fatal flaw, just as Zhang Liang's remnant soul had said.

It can only allow an ordinary person to quickly cultivate to the Innate Perfection stage in a very short time by burning their life force, but it cannot step into the realm of Celestial Master.

However, Mo Yu, the hero, did leave behind a way to deal with ordinary Celestial Masters.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique! This is the backup plan and variable that Mo Yu, a hero from the group, left in the Revenge Technique, which is enough to threaten the Celestial Master!

The reason why the Qi of a Celestial Master can surpass that of a Primordial Martial Artist is fundamentally because it contains the artist's own martial will, such as sword intent, saber intent, and fist intent.

So, how can the extreme hatred driven by the will to die of a congenital martial artist not be considered a martial will?

Although this will was very brief, lasting only a moment, and possessing only the power of a single strike.

But this means that, under certain circumstances, these Avengers have the potential to kill a Celestial Master!

Although still small, the strength of a Celestial Master is not just in terms of Qi; to become a Celestial Master, one must be an outstanding person in terms of combat awareness and other aspects.

However, regardless of how small or large it is, "having" and "not having" are still two different things!

This mere 'possibility' is enough to make many 'weak' Celestial Masters think twice before causing trouble.

In the past, it didn't matter how many ants there were.

But now, when these ants actually have the chance to kill an elephant, the situation is completely different.

As for those powerful individuals who have reached the Great Perfection of Celestial Being... such beings are extremely rare in any era.

If they really encountered it, even the chivalrous Mo Yu would be helpless.

The strong will always be the strong.

All he can do is try his best to narrow the gap between the "absolute strong" and the "weak," so that the strong will have more reservations when they want to bully the weak.

This is already quite an achievement; we really can't ask for more.

The minor disturbance has subsided.

The procession of the Dharma assembly continued its journey without stopping.

All the way north.

One way, the Northern Expedition!

The target is clear: the Yuan Dynasty's capital, Dadu!
Some of the family members were Xuzhou people who died at the hands of those powerful families. After personally carrying out their revenge, they chose to stay and rebuild their homes.

However, many more of their family members, who were from Xuzhou and had perished under the Mongol cavalry, chose to continue following the footsteps of the Dharma assembly.

Together, they thrust their own blades of revenge, imbued with endless hatred, towards the corrupt Mongol Empire!

Therefore, the number of soldiers following the image of the Wisdom King did not decrease; on the contrary, it grew larger and stronger as the Dharma assembly continued!
The large quantities of weapons and grains captured from the fortified villages of powerful clans that had been breached, as well as from the small groups of Yuan army that had been defeated, were all put to good use.

Almost every day, this team expands to tens of thousands of people.

Until five days later.

As this large army traversed Jining, Dongping, Jinan and other places, winning battle after battle, and was about to arrive at the city of Dongchang at a speed of 100 li per day.

The Mongol Yuan dynasty, this decaying yet still immensely massive imperial monster, finally came to its senses.

One hundred thousand well-equipped, fully armored, and disciplined Mongol troops arrayed themselves outside Dongchang City, ready for battle.

Prepare here to deliver a crushing blow to this White Lotus rebel army! Completely halt their ever-growing snowball of revenge!

Han Lin'er, who should have been at the front commanding the army, instead flew and landed on the huge statue of the Ming King.

She looked at Mo Yu, who was still sitting cross-legged, and said:

"Sir, the Thirteen Wings of the Grasslands have issued a challenge. They specifically request a decisive battle with you under the city walls."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, took the challenge letter from her hand, glanced at it casually, and asked with some curiosity:
"You actually handed me the challenge instead of charging in yourself? I remember Zhiruo should be in the rear right now, taking care of the territory you just conquered. No one should be able to stop you."

Han Lin'er pouted and said with a displeased expression:

"Father said that my status as a Celestial Master is a worthless product that was cultivated entirely by external forces, and that I am no match for the Thirteen Wings."

He also said that if I dared to insist on going, he... he would rather his primordial spirit completely dissipate than not use the Divine Travel Technique to forcibly control my body and come find me!

The group of heroes, including Mo Yu, nodded.

Yes, this reckless personality definitely fits Han Lin'er.

With a casual flick of his pure Yang Qi, he burned the challenge letter in his hand. A wisp of black Qi stood out starkly against the purple-gold flames.

"Poisoning? Ha, that's just their usual despicable tactic!"

Han Lin'er watched this scene, her anger intensifying.

"In war, no means are too underhanded to be considered despicable..."

Mo Yu, however, did not pay any attention.

He dislikes scheming and plotting, but that doesn't mean he's unaware of it:
"If I'm not mistaken, it's true that they've invited me to a battle. But if I actually go to accept the challenge, someone will inevitably take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on this place and destroy this statue of the Ming King."

Upon hearing this, Han Lin'er was eager to try, patting her chest and loudly declaring:

"Sir, let me go! They're just thirteen Yuan dogs, and my father even killed three of them. Their strength is nothing special! I will definitely bring back all their heads for you!"

The chivalrous Mo Yu shook his head:

"There's no need for that. Besides, you're no match for them."

Before Han Lin'er could refute, a vast and unparalleled pure yang power surged from the body of the hero Mo Yu, spreading down and enveloping the entire enormous statue of the Ming King.

Immediately following, under the fervent and reverent gaze of the more than 200,000 troops below, the Peacock King statue, over ten meters tall, rose from the ground!

Finally, it transformed into a golden streak of light, tearing through the sky and disappearing into the horizon.

(End of this chapter)