119: Familiar old-fashioned plot

Shi Nan Continent exploded.

A Martial Artist at the Peak of cultivation, in any super power, is a top-tier existence capable of serving as a Grand Elder and suppressing a region's Luck!

Normally, let alone death, even a minor injury would be enough to cause a huge stir in the Jianghu.

But now, two have died within a single day!

This is simply like poking a hole in the heavens!

...

Huayu Dynasty, deep within the Imperial Palace, Imperial Study.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, a paperweight carved from fine warm jade was violently thrown to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Preposterous! This is truly preposterous!"

"A Martial Artist at the Peak of cultivation, just gone like that?"

He stared intensely at the trembling secret agent kneeling below him, his gaze as if he wanted to devour him alive!

"Rep… reporting to Your Majesty." The secret agent's voice was tearful, "According… according to the scouts who escaped, that… that person, with just a single glance, glared a Void Realm expert to death! With one sword strike, from a hundred miles away, he killed His Highness the Third Prince's Dao Protector, Elder Li!"

"As for the Undying Demonic Sect's Martial Artist at the Peak of cultivation… he was simply casually sliced, and his head was separated from his body!"

"Your Majesty! That person… that person is definitely not a Martial Artist at the Peak of cultivation! He… he is at least a Half-step Martial Saint! Perhaps… perhaps even a true Martial Saint!"

Martial Saint?!

These two words were like a heavy hammer, striking the Huayu Emperor's heart!

Martial Saint!

That is a supreme existence who truly stands at the Peak of Martial Dao, capable of standing on equal footing with the four great super powers!

Why would such a figure suddenly appear? And why would he come into conflict with his Huayu Dynasty?

He remained silent for a long time, so long that the kneeling secret agent almost thought he was going to die from fright, before he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse, yet filled with an undeniable majesty.

"Deliver My imperial decree."

"This matter ends here."

"Strictly order that no one is to provoke that Martial Saint again! Those who disobey, kill without mercy!"

Although he was angry, he was not a fool.

Before figuring out the other party's background, becoming an enemy of a powerful expert suspected to be a Martial Saint was purely seeking death!

"Additionally, investigate for Me! At all costs, find out that person's origin! Who exactly is he? Who is his master? What is his purpose?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

...

On the other side, Undying Demonic Sect.

Deep within the main altar, inside a sinister blood pool.

The current Sect Master of the Undying Demonic Sect, a mysterious figure completely shrouded in a black robe, whose appearance could not be seen, was quietly listening to the Saintess's report.

When he heard that the green-robed man had casually killed a Martial Artist at the Peak of cultivation simply because he "hated being used," even he, his body shrouded beneath the black robe, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Half-step Martial Saint… or even a true Martial Saint."

He slowly spoke, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a hint of… apprehension that was hard to detect.

"Saintess, do you know your mistake?"

"This Disciple knows her mistake." The Saintess knelt on one knee, her usually charming face now filled with endless lingering fear, "This Disciple should not have listened to Elder Feng and attempted to drag a Martial Saint into a dispute."

"Hmm." The Undying Sect Master nodded, "Your petty cleverness, in front of true powerful experts, is merely self-humiliation."

"This matter, My sect will no longer pursue. Once this Seat Cultivates the 'Undying Demonic Technique' to Major Achievement and takes that last half-step, it will not be too late to find him and demand an explanation."

"As for the revenge for your severed arm…" He paused, and from the blood pool, he took out a fruit emitting an eerie red glow and threw it over, "This is a 'Blood Bodhi.' Consuming it will not only allow your severed arm to be Rebirth, but also help you glimpse the threshold of the Martial Emperor Realm."

"Thank you, Sect Master!" The Saintess's eyes burst with ecstatic light upon hearing this.

...

Unlike the caution and forbearance of these two major powers.

True One Holy Land, on the other hand, was completely in a state of watching the excitement without caring about the consequences.

"Oh? Two Martial Artists at the Peak of cultivation died?"

"Interesting, interesting. This murky water is getting murkier."

Youlong Manor, Manor Lord Yang Yu, a middle-agedfat man who looked like a rich old man, simply waved his hand with a chuckle after listening to his subordinate's report.

"Understood."

He didn't care in the slightest; instead, he asked about another matter with great interest.

"Where is my good-for-nothing son, Yang Yi, messing around lately?"

"Reporting to Manor Lord, Young Lord he… ever since he was promoted to Core Disciple from True One Holy Land last time, he said he wanted to go out and travel to gain experience. Currently, he should be in the Southern Region."

"As long as the three Martial Emperors sent with him ensure he doesn't die, that's fine."

...

Just as the entire Shi Nan Continent was in an undercurrent due to this mysterious powerful expert who suddenly appeared.

The instigator, Lu Yuchen, was leisurely leading his equally bewildered fifth Disciple, Li Huowang, to a place called "Qingyun Cliff."

This place was picturesque, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and it was the territory under the jurisdiction of the Qingyun Sect.

As the master and Disciple passed a secluded small mountain village at the foot of the mountain, Lu Yuchen's brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

A scent of blood.

An lingering scent of blood came from the village.

He swept his Divine Sense.

He saw that within that small village, bodies lay everywhere, and blood flowed like a river!

Nearly a hundred villagers, regardless of gender or age, had all died tragically!

And amidst that mountain of corpses and sea of blood, a Martial Artist dressed in black night clothes was slowly retracting his blood-stained hand.

There was no expression on his face, as if he had merely crushed a group of insignificant ants.

Immediately, he took out two teenagers who had already been knocked unconscious from his embrace, placing them in a relatively clean corner.

He then tucked a yellowed, ancient Secret Manual into the embrace of one of the teenagers.

After doing all this, he seemed to be preparing to turn and leave.

But the moment he turned his head, his movements suddenly stiffened!

His eyes instantly burst forth with frightening brilliance, locking firmly onto the direction of the village entrance!

There, two figures had quietly stood at some unknown point.

"Interesting, interesting, a Buddhist practitioner?" Lu Yuchen recognized the Buddhist Qi on him.

"Amitabha."

The voice was hoarse, yet carried an undeniable killing intent.

"Since the two benefactors have seen what they shouldn't have seen, then… stay here."

Before his words finished, his figure had already shot towards Lu Yuchen and the other like a ghost!

The terrifying power of a Martial Artist at the Peak of cultivation converged into a single strike.

As soon as he made his move, it was a thunderous killing blow, determined to silence these two "witnesses" on the spot!

Lu Yuchen looked at the menacing black-clad man, but an extremely strange expression appeared on his face.

After knowing this person's strength, he didn't bother to dodge.

First, he used his Divine Sense to scan the two unconscious teenagers and the Secret Manual in one of the teenagers' embrace.

Holy cow…

A Buddhist Martial Artist slaughtered the entire village, but only spared two teenagers, and even "accidentally" left behind a martial arts Secret Manual…

And there's also the Qingyun Sect.

This plot…

Something's not quite right.