All Heavens: Becoming a Saint Begins in Deep Space

Wang Xuan finally understood why Old Chen was willing to set aside his pride and keep trying to obtain the Ascension Technique from them.

Wang Li was also amazed by Old Chen's talent. In this era where the connection between heaven and earth was severed, Old Chen had been able to cultivate to this point and had touched the state of supersensory perception multiple times. It was a pity that no one guided him into the inner realm, otherwise Old Chen would definitely have been able to cultivate to the fourth stage of the human world by now.

"Old Chen, your temper is still the same as before." An elderly man dressed in a Tang suit stepped off the spaceship, exuding an imposing aura.

"I have never rejected other paths. I have always advocated for a hundred schools of thought to contend. But some people always want to bury the old ways. The old ways have already given up huge benefits, but you are still not satisfied."

Seeing that the old techniques are now weak, even these meager benefits are being divided up, and they want to crush them. Well then, let's settle this with strength." Old Chen paced back and forth, his expression cold and indifferent beneath his silver-white mask.

"Old Chen, what are you talking about? We were just having a friendly sparring match, we didn't mean to kill each other," said the old man in the Tang suit.

"Hmph, you dare to talk about exterminating everyone? What are you capable of?" Old Chen said coldly.

"Old Chen, you're still so confident. After the passing of the four elders of the old arts, the old arts field is ultimately left with only you and a few other people, far inferior to the new arts and mecha factions." The old man in the Tang suit shook his head and said calmly.

The elderly man in the Tang suit was named Chang Heng. He had deep-set eyes and was not thin. He had a faint halo around his body, as if he was possessed by some mysterious power, which made people feel uneasy.

"Let's just take action and see if this declining art can withstand the last of the resources. If not, it should be rolled into the dustbin of history as soon as possible." Someone shouted from afar. This was already very undignified and had an insulting connotation.

He was three meters tall and had a strong build. He was holding a black metal rod, which made a humming sound when he slammed it on the ground.

"Someone this tall?" Wang Xuan said in surprise.

At this moment, Wu Yin whispered, "This is a branch of the new humans. They underwent various genetic compilations and optimizations while still in the womb."

"Is it very strong?" Wang Xuan asked.

"Very strong, comparable to the fierce people recorded in ancient times. They can lift a tripod and leap dozens of meters into the air." Wu Yin nodded solemnly.

Three-meter-tall genetic superhumans, the best among them are even more terrifying, practically superhuman.

The three-meter-tall genetic superhuman had a robust build and tough, crystalline skin that made him look incredibly powerful. He said, "Who among you wants to duel me? I'll fight you with melee weapons."

Before Old Chen could even make a move, a voice rang out from mid-air: "Chen Yongjie, your opponent is me!"

The man who had previously been wearing a silver-gray mecha had now switched to a blue mecha with a very soft metallic luster, the material of which was clearly not simple.

Old Wu's expression clearly changed: "This is a new mecha developed by Xinxing. The material is extremely special. It was brought back from the place where they were excavating new technologies. The mecha is very strong and difficult to break with external force."

"What's the point of this kind of mecha? Once I, with my old skills, take control of this mecha, I can single-handedly wipe out all of you." Old Chen was filled with murderous intent and was very domineering.

"This battle is destined to be a three-way struggle between the new and old techniques and the superhumans. Once we enter the mechs, what will be left for you? There is no place for the mech faction in this battle," Old Chen said coldly.

"You're looking down on people in the mecha field!" the person inside the blue mecha said angrily.

The elderly man in the Tang suit, Chang Heng, spoke up: "Old Chen, you don't intend to take on all of them by yourself, do you? Once you die, the banner of the Old Arts Realm will have fallen completely."

Others from the old arts realm also arrived at the scene. They were all indignant after hearing this, and naturally understood the cold-blooded meaning in their words.

The old man in the Tang suit stung their spines, and when he asked these people if they were capable, it was with a strong sense of contempt.

"Old Chen, this isn't just your business today, don't stop us." A master of the old arts field spoke up and stepped forward.

This was a robust middle-aged man, in his forties, over 1.9 meters tall, carrying a long alloy sword.

Without exchanging words, the two sides immediately attacked. A violent clash of metal erupted as longswords and clubs clashed, sparks flying and the sound almost tearing eardrums.

A man over 1.9 meters tall blocked the genetic superhuman who was more than three meters away. They seemed to be of similar strength, which showed that the middle-aged man was quite skilled in the old techniques.

"Unfortunately, old techniques can never reach the extraordinary; they are ultimately just mortals. What's the point of a duel with cold weapons?" the old man in the Tang suit said coldly.

Chi!

The three-meter-tall superhuman emanated a blue light, its power surging, directly smashing the alloy longsword into pieces, and then smashing it with an iron rod.

puff!

Blood gushed out, and the man, who was over 1.9 meters tall, was in excruciating pain. His sternum was smashed into place, and he was sent flying more than ten meters away.

"Brother Li!" Qingmu called out, clearly recognizing the man; the two were old acquaintances.

Aoki and the others rushed over and, after a quick check, they realized that the man from the south would be confined to a wheelchair from the waist down. His sternum was sunken in, and his internal organs were cracked. Fortunately, he did not die on the spot.

"That's too ruthless!"

"Brother Li!"

Someone cried out in despair.

Seeing this, Wang Li couldn't stand it any longer and went out again: "Come on, let me weigh you up!"

Wang Li strode towards the genetic super-body, and without saying a word, slapped it across the face.

when!

The alloy rod in the Gene Superbody's hand seemed to encounter some irresistible force, and it bent instantly. A huge force emanated from the rod, tearing the tiger's mouth of his hands. The iron rod slipped from his hands and was thrown away. The Gene Superbody was shaken back several steps by the huge force.

Just as Superbody regained his balance and looked ahead to find no one there, before he could even beg for mercy, Wang Li appeared behind him and slammed into the back of Superbody's neck where it connected to his spine.

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible: "Crack!"

Flesh and blood were blasted apart by the terrifying force. The superhuman body, more than three meters tall, suddenly trembled, like an elephant whose spine had been removed and which had lost its support. The fierce light in its eyes disappeared, replaced by emptiness and death. The tower-like figure fell straight down.

The scene was deathly silent. Even the old man in the Tang suit, who had thought the old technique was no longer used, was speechless.

"Hmph, your old magic field only has a handful of big shots and small fry left. Besides those two, who else is worth my attention!" A middle-aged man in his forties, who looked very thin, stepped out from the new magic camp.

The old city stepped forward, closing in.

In mid-air, the middle-aged man piloting the blue mecha spoke up: "Old Chen, are you going to start taking on everything again?"

The elderly man in the Tang suit spoke again: "Old Chen, admit it, your old-school faction has no one left except that young man from earlier. You're completely finished!"

"Don't provoke me, or I'll wipe you all out." Old Chen said menacingly.

At that moment, within the realm of ancient arts, an elderly man in his sixties was about to step out. Wang Xuan noticed this and, unable to sit still any longer, stepped out ahead of time.