Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Pfft!"

Another monster was cut in half at the waist, its dark green blood splattering all over the ground.

Yang Xian leaned on his knife, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot and somewhat crimson.

Along the way, he had lost count of how many monsters he had killed.

The number of people he killed in that short hour was even more than the total number of people he had killed while accompanying Elena all the way.

"Junior, let's take a break."

Liang Gaoyi followed behind, a hint of worry on his face.

He felt a tightness in his heart as he watched his junior being consumed by murderous intent.

It's clear that Yang Xian's current state is very abnormal.

It's true that pent-up anger needs an outlet.

However, if one allows oneself to immerse oneself in killing and vent one's anger through killing, over time, one's mental state will inevitably be damaged, and one may even develop inner demons.

This is detrimental to a martial artist's future path in every way.

"No, I'm not tired!" Yang Xian shook his head and continued walking forward.

"Let's keep going."

"South Sea City is waiting for us! Every second we delay increases the risk of its annihilation!"

Liang Gaoyi sighed helplessly, quickened his pace, and silently followed beside him.

An hour ago, Liang Gaoyi told Yang Xian that the only way to save Nanhai City was to find the Ninth Realm Martial God of China in the secret realm.

Any secret realm will do.

This claim sounded absurd, but seeing Liang Gaoyi's extremely serious expression, Yang Xian still chose to believe him.

They are now heading to the closest secret realm to Southsea City, which is Secret Realm No. 121, which was just opened a few months ago.

Coincidentally, Yang Xian had just been there once.

The surrounding environment gradually quieted down, leaving only the rustling of the wind through the woods and the sound of their footsteps.

This silence, however, only intensified Yang Xian's anxiety.

"Junior, can you talk to me for a bit?"

Liang Gaoyi suddenly spoke up.

He knew he couldn't persuade Yang Xian to stop now, so he could only try to distract him and pull him away from that frenzied killing spree.

Yang Xian did not slow down at all; he simply turned his head slightly.

"Senior, it's already this late..."

His mind was filled with the flames of South China Sea City; he had no time for idle chatter.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, just listen to me," Liang Gaoyi said before Yang Xian could. "Consider it... fulfilling a small wish of mine."

Hearing this, Yang Xian felt somewhat confused.

However, he eventually nodded.

As long as it doesn't interfere with the journey, anything is fine.

"As you know, I don't actually have many friends." Liang Gaoyi's voice rang out in the quiet forest, carrying a tone of reminiscence:

"Before becoming your senior, I always cultivated in the most important places on campus, sometimes for several years at a time, without ever coming out."

"Until you and Junior Sister Nan were brought to the place where I was cultivating by Teacher Du."

He seemed to smile slightly, his voice carrying a hint of warmth.

"You have no idea how happy I was. It wasn't just because I had two more junior students, but more importantly, because I had two more friends..."

"..." Yang Xian listened in silence without interrupting.

He didn't understand why Leung Ko-yee would say these things at a time like this.

This feeling is so strange!

At the same time, the question that had always been in his mind resurfaced.

and so……

As a recognized F-level martial artist, what is it that makes Senior Liang able to endure the tedium and loneliness, and train hard in the school's restricted area day after day?

Yang Xian had trained with Liang Gaoyi for a period of time, and the latter's almost self-torturous training method left a deep impression on him.

That kind of perseverance is something a normal person simply cannot possess.

What exactly is he insisting on?

Liang Gaoyi's voice continued:

"My father was a martial artist who sacrificed himself to protect our home when I was very young."

"Besides me, only my mother and younger brother are left at home. But I haven't been back to see them for almost ten years..."

His voice was filled with longing and guilt.

"I really want to go back and see them, and I really want to tell my mom that I've become a martial artist too, and that I can protect them like my father did..."

Hearing this, Yang Xian finally couldn't help but ask, "Then why doesn't senior go back?"

Senior isn't an only child. His family has produced a martial artist. Shouldn't his family feel proud and honored?

If we're talking about special status, my current status is probably much more special than his.

I still go home whenever I have a home, and my dad always complains about me.

"Because in the future... I don't want my passing to cause them grief." Liang Gaoyi paused, looked up at the distant sun, and felt a pang of sadness.

One sentence left Yang Xian speechless.

He thought of his father's furious roar on the other end of the phone after he became a martial artist.

Besides the worry that the Yang family line would end and the regret of not being able to continue the family line, the biggest concern was for their personal safety.

The tragedy of an elderly person outliving their child is the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

Liang Gaoyi's father had already sacrificed himself for this, and he didn't want his mother and younger brother to suffer the same pain again.

So he chose not to reply, not to contact them, and to let his family gradually forget about him.

"Senior, if we go to the secret realm, can we really find the God of War?" Yang Xian felt that this topic was too heavy, so he immediately changed the subject.

"Of course." Liang Gaoyi nodded, answering decisively. "You'll understand when you get there. This matter concerns the survival of Nanhai City, and I wouldn't dare to joke about it."

But Yang Xian still didn't understand.

What is the connection between the secret realm and the God of War?

Could those ninth-realm martial gods who stand at the pinnacle of human martial arts really hide in a small secret realm?

No, that's absolutely impossible.

The level of a Martial God is too high; their power level completely exceeds the limits that the secret realm can withstand.

The only consequence of forcibly entering is the complete collapse of the entire secret realm.

Seemingly sensing Yang Xian's confusion, Liang Gaoyi did not explain directly, but instead asked a question.

"Junior, do you think the God of War will die?"

What does this mean?

Yang Xian frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and answered:

"I don't think so..."

"The higher one's spiritual realm, the more vigorous one's life force, and the longer one lives."

"Besides, with the combat prowess of a martial god like the Chinese Martial God, no one should be able to defeat him!"

"I don't think so either," Liang Gaoyi said to himself.

"After all, he protected China for three hundred years."

"How could I possibly die..."