Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 140 A Swift Strike Kills, Silence Falls. (6k-page chapter)

As the most powerful person in the world,

No one understands the power of the common people better than him.

As the Dragon King who once gathered the power of all living beings in the entire Eastern Continent and briefly suppressed the gods,

No one could perceive the power of the common people more keenly than him.

That is precisely why the old emperor could not understand the strange phenomenon surrounding Li Xijun.

This radiant golden aura originates from the depths of the soul.

He had already surpassed many of the court's prime ministers, and even his eight princes.

"What incredible willpower!"

The old emperor grew increasingly horrified.

In his instincts as the Dragon King,

It could even be sensed that every trace of willpower within Li Xijun's body was of exceptionally high quality, many comparable to that of a Martial Saint.

Furthermore, the feeling emanating from these wishes is incredibly pure and positive.

It was just like the prayers that the people of the world made when the entire Dasheng Dynasty was on the verge of collapse.

"This person probably harbors a huge secret!"

"But...it's fine this way too!"

The old emperor's eyes darted between a series of thoughts, as he recalled his decision to allow Li Xijun to bear the power that Su Youli had been given.

Suddenly I realized it was absolutely right.

The more power one wields, the more power one's own vessel absorbs from the masses, and the more powerful the true dragon that one transforms into becomes.

Like in the past, he possessed the power of a true dragon, capable of suppressing gods.

According to his original plan, Su Youli would ascend to the throne, and Li Xijun would be a half-ruler.

When the Western deities awaken and trigger a great war, they can use the power of a nation's people to transform into true dragons once again, just like him, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

Now it seems that Li Xijun has a great secret that may allow him to gather more power from all living beings, and even surpass his former self.

At that time...

"We might be able to win!"

When this thought popped into the old emperor's mind, he almost couldn't contain his emotions.

The current chaos in Dasheng, the shameful treaties, and the arrogance of foreigners are all because he lost to their gods back then.

If we could do it again,

If Li Xijun can win...: ...Dasheng might be able to avenge its previous defeat!

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty...

The five people from both the Eastern and Western continents have now completed their bows according to the etiquette for the imperial martial arts competition and are ready to enter the arena.

However, seeing that the old emperor remained lost in thought and silent, Eunuch Hua had no choice but to step forward and gently remind him.

"Yes, seeing the young talents of the Eastern and Western Continents today has moved me deeply, and I can't help but reminisce about the past. I hope you gentlemen will forgive my embarrassment."

The old emperor chuckled.

Even though he looked sickly, like a withered tree, his voice still gave people a feeling of warmth and comfort.

"Your Majesty was once a man of great stature and heroic bearing, inspiring awe and reverence in all who beheld him."

The martial arts masters of the National Martial Arts Association were unfamiliar with this scene and mostly remained silent.

However, the civil officials sitting to the side were all deeply versed in officialdom. Among them was Sikong Yi, who was known as the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet in the Three Dynasties, and Wen Zhiyin, who was known for his eagle-like gaze and wolf-like eyes. Wen Zhiyin, the top civil official at the time, spoke up.

"When I first saw Your Majesty's countenance years ago, I knew that you were a wise ruler incarnate, and I followed you here. Today, seeing the outstanding talents of our dynasty in the palace, I am also deeply moved."

This cabinet minister, despite wearing a very grand scarlet robe and dignified official attire, spoke with far less righteousness than Li Boyan.

Coupled with such an appearance, it's no wonder that his reputation has never been very good.

The civil officials below were one thing, but the representatives of the Seven Gods Church on the other side couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up:

"Your Majesty, since that's the case, may we begin?"

A portly English gentleman wearing a black top hat and a bronze mechanical badge on his chest spoke up to offer his advice.

"Alright, let's begin. I'd like to witness the prowess of the contestants from the Western Continent."

The old emperor chuckled and pointed, and an invisible, mighty force seemed to emerge in the entire palace hall, transforming into a golden barrier that appeared in the center of the hall.

Clearly, the space reserved here is the arena for the two fighters to compete.

"Round 1: Libra vs. Church of Fairness, Sven Stewart, versus Great Zen Temple, Martial Saint Monk Master Fa Hong."

The bright and penetrating sound traveled far and wide, seemingly echoing throughout the entire palace hall and reaching the outer gates of the Forbidden City.

This roused the locals and wealthy merchants who had gathered there early on.

Knowing that these words were meant for those who couldn't enter the Forbidden City, they immediately quieted down and pricked up their ears, intending to wait for the outcome of this round.

After all, martial arts competitions aren't like battles between powerful cultivators and angels of the magic potion sequence, where the outcome is usually decided quickly.

at the same time,

Inside the main hall, Li Xijun and the other three young martial saints from powerful families all turned their gazes toward the martial arts arena.

They naturally wanted to see what kind of exciting match would take place between the two sides.

However, Sven Stewart, who stepped into this golden barrier,

This seemingly calm man suddenly revealed a twisted expression.

He pulled out a mithril dagger inlaid with a black diamond and plunged it into his heart.

"The master of rules and order,"

"The weaver of the threads of contract, the master who settles the scores of all living beings;"

"Be a witness to this Libra."

A golden radiance emanated from his body, transforming into a divine scale that appeared in the sky.

"With my body, with my spirit, with my soul..."

The man named Sven Stewart produced one weight after another and placed them on the tray on his left.

This gave Fa Hong, a martial saint, a sudden, uneasy feeling of impending doom. He wanted to intervene, but it was too late.

Under the radiant light of the scales, filled with fairness, he found himself completely unable to move.

"I wager everything I have on the other five people to suffer the same curse from the sealed artifact today."

Visibly, as he calmly read the inscription, one silver weight after another appeared on the left-hand scale.

His physical body began to gradually become deformed, with countless tumors and mucus emerging from his body surface, and even his soul gradually became filled with a disgusting, oil painting-like dizziness.

In the end, Sven Stewart on the other side completely transformed into a grotesque mass of monsters, eventually melting and dissipating.

Five black weights fell from the tray on the right.

The scales seem to have become fair.

Li Xijun suddenly felt wisps of black energy appear out of thin air within her body.

But before the curse could take effect, the Eternal Mother in her sea of ​​consciousness opened her eyes, and the golden body of her vow power shone brightly, instantly melting away the black energy and snow.

However, apart from Li Xijun, the other four all turned pale, became listless, and trembled, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness.

This unexpected turn of events caused Master Fa Hong, who was posing for a move, to have his heart pounding so hard that he swayed and could barely stand.

The other three martial saints, excluding Li Xijun, also felt their hearts race and were filled with fear.

The civil officials watching the game managed to maintain their composure, but they couldn't help exchanging glances frequently.

The three martial arts masters from the National Martial Arts Grandmasters Association all changed their expressions and stared at the representative of the Seven Gods Church opposite them.

Mr. Churt, who was rumored to have Winston noble blood, smiled politely and said:

"Sven Stewart was an orphan of the East-West war."

"I've heard that the three Martial Saints of Fist Intent were among those who went deep behind enemy lines and wreaked havoc on the Western Continent."

"You must also be aware of the bloodshed that group of suicide squad masters and martial saints caused in various countries of the Western Continent."

As he spoke, his words seemed to possess a certain magic, as if he were a victim, expressing compassion:

"Poor Sven Stewart once had a wonderful family, but in his childhood, he witnessed a group of people break into his home, brutally murder his noble father, defile his mother, and burn the manor to the ground."

He was left behind as a five-year-old child, struggling to survive, fighting with stray dogs for food, and ravaged by disease until the merciful Church of Goddess took him in, finally managing to live a life of basic sustenance.

"I never expected him to be so intense, to want to curse so frantically in front of His Majesty the Emperor during this glorious moment of the imperial martial arts competition... Oh my god, how pitiful."

Some people seem to be born orators.

Churt's emotionally charged voice conveyed this in just a few words.

This turned Sven Stewart, who had just committed a crazy act, into a pitiful and tragic avenger.

But nowadays, everyone in the imperial palace who can watch the martial arts competition in front of the emperor is a shrewd and capable person.

Upon hearing his words, they all wore cold smiles.

Especially those three martial arts masters, their cold gazes remained completely unwavering.

During the great war between East and West, the acts of rape and plunder committed by the people of the Western Continent were far more brutal than this.

In the northern borderlands and along the southeastern coast, there have been countless instances of entire cities being wiped out.

However, now is not the time for empty talk.

The opposing Church of the Seven Gods was so ruthless that they sacrificed a Sequence 4 potion-wielding monk to curse their own Martial Saint like this.

It seems unlikely that this year's "Eastern and Western Continents World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament" will be held.

"One of our players was eliminated in the first round. According to the rules, I will now play against you!"

The competitors from the Western Continent were indeed well-prepared, and they rushed onto the arena in an instant.

He was wearing an extremely thick layer of armor, and the sound of gears turning was very obvious. White steam kept emanating from behind him.

"Arthur Vincent! Remember this name, and I will crush your head with the steam-powered mech created by the great god of machinery!"

After he finished speaking, a helmet appeared behind his head, completely covering his head and face.

At this moment, this cultivator of the mechanical and steam-powered potion sequence was like a steam-emitting mecha giant, exuding a powerful oppressive force.

*!

Still somewhat unwilling, Master Fahong gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, forcibly raising his spirits to a new level.

His figure flashed, his aura surged, and his hands faintly glowed with a diamond color. In an instant, his palms slammed into his opponent.

This is clearly the famous martial art of the Great Zen Temple: the Vajra Prajna Palm.

"boom!"

Master Fahong's palms slammed into the opponent's steam armor. The impact of the immense force against the armor sent shockwaves scattering, which were then dissipated by the golden barrier.

However, everyone watching the scene turned grim.

Because the person wearing the steam-powered armor remained completely still.

"Hahaha... Only eighteen tons of power left? Are you trying to tickle my armor?"

A burst of maniacal laughter erupted from the mecha, as two massive metal arms rose, revealing roaring drills that slammed down on Fa Hong's body.

The Buddhist master's blood and qi surged, and he instinctively circulated his internal energy, further enhancing the defense of his perfectly refined blood-changing physical body.

However, the moment his internal energy and blood began to move, his face turned as pale as paper.

Fa Hong felt that his internal energy and blood had weakened by more than half, and no matter how much he tried to stimulate and activate it, he could not use it.

In the blink of an eye,

Blood splattered throughout the golden barrier. The blood, as heavy as mercury, was like steel balls that were fired, smashing into the barrier and creating a violent sound like a machine gun firing.

Master Fahong, who had previously been dressed in a white monk's robe and possessed an otherworldly air and the demeanor of a high-ranking monk, now had two bloody holes in his body and flew out like a tattered rag, falling to the ground and unable to get up.

Although soldiers on both sides stepped forward to carry him away and summoned the imperial physician for treatment.

But this situation made the other three young martial saints even paler.

Despite being a fellow Martial Saint, Fa Hong was even stronger than them, yet now he had lost only a tenth of his former strength and had been utterly humiliated by his opponents.

How could they dare to step onto the field?

However, the people from the Western Continent who set up this situation from beginning to end were not targeting them.

On stage, Arthur Vincent, encased in his steam-powered armor, turned to look at Li Xijun and deliberately began to mock him:

"Yellow-skinned monkey, you're the only one who looks alright. If even you don't have the guts to come up, you might as well just admit defeat."

"hehe..

Li Xijun's gaze swept over the three people beside him, whose faces were ashen but who remained resolutely still, then over the steam-powered mechs on the stage, finally settling on the representatives of the Seven Gods Church. He smiled and said:

"You've really gone to a lot of trouble for me today, all for the sake of this match and killing me..."

Churt smiled and paid his respects without changing his expression; the woman hidden in black remained silent; and the bald old man in a suit, but with explosive muscles, stood out.

She remained silent, only staring at him.

Li Xijun made a deep impression on the three of them with his eyes, and walked onto the arena of the golden barrier without saying a word.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, you'll see what I'm made of!"

"Interlocking noise!"

Li Xijun's figure disappeared as if by teleportation.

"Sizzle!"

With a piercing sound of the atmosphere being torn apart, an ordinary-looking blade of light appeared out of thin air and enveloped the opponent.

"Steam burst!"

Arthur Vincent realized something and roared, his armor erupting with thick white steam as its power reached its peak.

However, Arthur Vincent was horrified to discover that all his actions were meaningless.

"Meow!"

Space seemed to freeze at that moment.

The steam-powered mech, composed of countless steam vapors, intricate parts, mystical runes, and crystallizations of wisdom, was a complex and ever-evolving machine.

At that moment, a thin line appeared, and the entire mech, from the helmet to the bottom, was perfectly cleaved in two, then with a sudden crash, it turned into a pile of fragments.

The character Arthur Vincent, who was being manipulated, was split in two, with countless drops of blood flowing out and staining the entire arena red.

The three martial saints outside the arena and the three beings with Sequence 4 magic potions on the opposite side only came to their senses after seeing the bright red blood, realizing the extent of the brilliant strike they had just witnessed.

The civil and military officials from both the Eastern and Western Continents, the martial arts masters and Martial Saints, and even the representatives of the Seven Gods Church from the Western Continent, all seated above them.

But he couldn't help but scrutinize Li Xijun more closely.

They were able to realize just how troublesome the curse that the Libra Church had inflicted at their own expense had been.

However, Li Xijun seemed to have no effect whatsoever. He entered the arena and instantly killed the steam-powered, mecha-clad Sequence 4 potion cultivator with a single strike.

Logically speaking, this exquisitely crafted steam-powered mech should be able to withstand an attack of nearly 40 tons of force when it is fully charged.

But Li Xijun cleaved through this steam-powered mech with such ease.

In fact, many martial saints and cultivators who were watching the arena didn't even see Li Xijun's actions clearly.

Adam, the divine child of the war sequence, was especially surprised.

He had no idea that Li Xijun was so strong.

If he hadn't been confident of temporarily advancing to the higher-level 'War Catastrophe' rank, he might not have won today.

"You bunch of white pigs, who's going to be the first to die?"

Li Xijun calmly looked down at the three people on the other side of the stage.

"Arrogant fellow, the Steam Sequence only relies on his mech suit. You'll never understand how powerful the potion system's spells are."

A man in his thirties with a black beard, short black hair, and wearing a Night Owl Feather Robe appeared on the stage in an instant, transforming into a shadow. He was Sequence 4 of the Night Sequence, capable of easily vanishing and teleporting as a shadow, and also possessed the Netherworld Breath spell, which contained powerful death and icy energy.

I'm confident I won't be like that fool before, standing there dumbly getting chopped down.

"die!"

The Sequence 4 potion-wielding cultivator in the darkness didn't waste any words. After creating distance, he instantly unleashed the powerful abilities of a Sequence 4 cultivator.

Within the entire golden barrier, a cold wind blew from the underworld, and the aura of the underworld, which seemed capable of carrying away all fire and heat and plunging people into death, appeared, as if it wanted to take away Li Xijun's life force.

"His aura of the underworld is perfect!" The woman in the black robe on the stage, who had never spoken before, commented.

The others, including the church members, nodded slightly upon hearing this.

The Church of the Seven Gods had its share of internal strife, and they were very familiar with the signature spells of the intermediate sequence of the Night Sequence.

If this aura of the underworld is directly struck, it is indeed almost certain death.

Furthermore, the Night Sequence Potion Cultivator of Sequence 4 can move through the shadows, making it impossible for Li Xijun to hit him, no matter how good his swordsmanship is.

"Can you escape the void no matter how fast you run?"

Having said that, Li Xijun, who had already condensed his [External Body], felt no danger whatsoever in the face of this spell.

He let the cold winds of the underworld blow, but even the halo on the surface of his [outer body], which was a unified source of spiritual energy, could not be broken through.

"Die!"

Too lazy to pay attention, Li Xijun casually pointed a finger, and the world, the six directions and eight corners, were instantly plunged into darkness and chaos.

A beam of light pierced through the void, landing in the horrified gaze of the man who had turned into a shadow and was fleeing, instantly penetrating his forehead and brain.

Even as he died, he was still smiling and murmuring:

"The Unborn Mother, the Realm of Emptiness."

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence!

No one expected it to end like this.

Nobody expected this...

"He's still a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage?"

Dugu Bo, the president of the National Martial Arts Masters Association, couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ao Jinshan.

The martial saint, who resembled a silver-haired lion, was also stunned and speechless.

On the other side, the leader of the Gentleman Sword Alliance, Yue, spoke with a sour tone:

"Zhang Fuhu has truly taken on a fine disciple. An eighteen-year-old martial saint of the embryonic breathing stage... In a thousand years, there has only been one like him."

As Wen Zhiyin, one of the civil officials, looked at Li Xijun's figure and recalled the news about the other party's teacher who had cultivated spiritual energy, he seemed lost in thought and fell silent for a moment, his expression complex.

Churt could hardly maintain his gentlemanly demeanor; his smile froze on his face.

The woman in the black robe clutched the hem of her garment tightly, filled with regret for having offered the bounty on Hao Anni's behalf.

The bald old man from the war sequence was slightly taken aback, and his original confidence began to waver.

Even the usually calm and collected son of the God of War couldn't help but instinctively touch the magic potion in his arms upon seeing this scene.

The only remaining member of the five from the Western Continent, a middle-aged brown-haired warrior of War God Sequence 4, had his hands covered in sweat.

At this moment, he was so afraid that he dared not go on stage.

Even if he weren't a potion-making cultivator in the God of War rank, he would definitely choose to give up right now.

Like that cowardly but wise fellow, he preserved his own life.

But... this is ultimately just a hypothetical situation.

Every potion-wielding cultivator in the God of War sequence will return to the God of War's divine kingdom after death, gaining true immortality and happiness.

But if he had chosen to be a coward and disobey the orders of the God of War's son, and fled...

He will surely be cursed by God and will never have peace for all eternity.

After a brief pause, Zhe concluded...

Jim Andrei, resolutely carrying his old knight's sword stained with countless drops of blood, stepped onto the arena.

"War Aura!"

He roared, igniting his fighting spirit, while his physical fitness continued to improve.

"An iron-blooded body!"

His physical body will become incredibly strong and hard, even steel cannot compare to it.

"War sacrifice!"

His strength, speed, stamina, and fighting spirit have all been enhanced.

"For the glory of the God of War!"

Andrei erupted in fury, his aura now rivaling that of any Martial Saint at the Great Perfection stage.

Even a Martial Saint at the peak of his cultivation had to give way to him because he was completely reckless and willing to risk his life for injury.

But the next moment,

"!"

As the sound barrier was shattered by a single punch, Yao Lie's voice exploded, and a scene of howling winds erupted within the golden barrier.

A punch capable of shattering the sound barrier struck the knight named Andrei the instant it landed.

It shattered his cross-shaped sword and knight's armor, turning his body into a cloud of blood mist!

now,

Throughout the entire palace hall, the civil and military officials before the emperor, and those on both the east and west sides, were all dazedly watching the black-clad youth amidst the blood mist on the arena.

He, however, remained indifferent, as if he had just swatted a fly, looking down at the opposing war god, and said calmly:

"Your turn. Get up here."