Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

The night was as dark as ink. Zhou Chen sped toward the location where he had hidden the Moonlight Staff and the mysterious black bow.

He didn't take the official road, but instead chose to walk along secluded paths, concealing his presence to the extreme along the way.

After walking for more than half an hour, with the speed of the Enlightenment Realm, they were gradually approaching their destination.

High above, Chen Wen followed behind, looking around.

Below lies a vast, secluded forest stretching for seven or eight miles, with a stream winding through it like a ribbon, creating a stunning landscape.

He watched as Zhou Chen, who had been running wildly, disappeared into the dense forest, and stopped under an old locust tree that would take three people to encircle, letting out a sigh of relief.

Following closely behind, Zhou Chen never slowed down, which made the man who had been flying in the sky quite tired.

Zhou Chen squatted down and dug into the soil next to the tree roots with his bare hands.

With the enhancement of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, his ten fingers were like iron shovels, and he dug a pit in a short time.

At the bottom of the pit, a silver-white long stick and an ink-black bow gleamed, waiting for their owner to retrieve them.

Zhou Chen tucked the Moonflower Staff behind his back and hung the black bow at his waist. He stood there for a moment, seemingly waiting for something.

After a few breaths, the only sound was the rustling of the evening breeze through the shadows of the trees.

He suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly carried to every corner of the forest.

"Aren't you tired after following me all this way?"

The wind rustled through the treetops, bringing down a few withered leaves that had clung to the branches through the long winter.

Immediately afterwards, a cold glint descended from the sky, heading straight for Zhou Chen's crown chakra.

"You've certainly chosen a fine grave for yourself, nestled against the mountains and beside the water!" Chen Wen's hearty laughter echoed amidst the flashing gunfire.

Chen Wen channeled his true energy into the spear, causing it to tremble slightly and emit a low hum, like a living creature thirsting for blood.

Zhou Chen didn't even raise his head; his spiritual tracking ability had already clearly captured the trajectory of Chen Wen's moves.

Just as the spear tip was about to strike, the Swift Step, acquired from Black Wind Stronghold, was unleashed.

Chen Wen's vision blurred, and he instantly lost sight of Zhou Chen.

The next moment, Zhou Chen reappeared.

Before he could even draw his Moonflower Staff from behind, he raised his right hand, fingers spread, and grabbed at the incoming spear.

Chen Wen's pupils contracted sharply. Trying to grasp a spear that was poised to dive with just one bare hand was simply courting death!

However, he also knew clearly that Zhou Chen was no arrogant person, having survived multiple near-death experiences and even escaped the assassination attempt by his own eldest son.

In an instant, the gun and the palm collided!

A hissing sound rang out.

Chen Wen's spear was instantly stopped, but he himself continued to fall.

not good!

Seeing Zhou Chen's fist coming down from below, his heart trembled.

This force is capable of stopping the immense kinetic energy of a spear falling from the sky; if it were to strike, it would surely break bones and tendons.

He decisively let go, releasing the spear, and his figure flashed like lightning, instantly covering a distance of more than ten zhang.

But no matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't outrun Zhou Chen's punch!

"Bang!"

The force of the punch grazed his chest. Although it didn't hit him, the terrifying power traveled through the air, causing his blood to surge and forcing him to stagger back seven or eight steps before he could regain his footing!

Chen Wen looked down and saw that his clothes had been torn open by the force of the punch, revealing a patch of bright red skin underneath.

Zhou Chen stood at a distance, loosened his fingers, and felt the strength of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which had reached the mastery level.

In terms of physical strength alone, even though he hasn't yet opened up the middle and upper dantian, he is still powerful enough to be considered a formidable opponent.

It remains to be seen whether he can rival an opponent at the True Qi Realm.

"Enough playing around, time to get serious."

Under the moonlight, Zhou Chen drew his Moonbeam Staff and assumed the starting stance of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique.

"Have you had enough fun?" Chen Wenxin was already at rock bottom.

"This kind of physical body could never be forged using the techniques of the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School," his voice hoarse. "Just who are you...?"

Zhou Chen did not answer, and strode towards Chen Wen.

Although the Xijiang Guards, who had scattered to search for their own whereabouts, were not here, they might still be attracted by the commotion of the fighting, so they needed to finish the battle quickly.

Chen Wen, after all, was a seasoned and enlightened martial artist who understood the importance of not panicking when facing a formidable enemy.

With a flick of his wrists, the ring on his thumb emitted a bright light, and a large spear appeared, its quality in no way inferior to the one Zhou Chen had taken away.

"Again!"

Chen Wen roared and raised his spear again!

Gunfire was as numerous as mountains, and spear flashes as plentiful as rain.

He first used a sweeping attack to deflect Zhou Chen's long staff, then suddenly changed direction, his spear flashing like a poisonous dragon as it pierced Zhou Chen's throat. The speed of his spear movements was so fast that it was impossible to keep up.

Zhou Chen turned around and parried with his staff, the staff colliding with the spear shaft with a loud "clang"!

The spear in Chen Wen's hand was thrown high into the air, and his whole body was pulled upwards by the tremendous force.

"This is bad!" Chen Wen roared inwardly, still unable to believe it.

He had been in the Enlightenment Realm for over thirty years and had been immersing himself in spear techniques for over sixty years, yet he was still no match for Zhou Chen in a single move.

He gritted his teeth, channeling all his true energy into the spear. The spear shadow exploded instantly, transforming into hundreds of spear beams that were difficult to distinguish from reality, piercing towards Zhou Chen from all directions!

Each spear strike was deadly enough, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was fake!

It was the killing move of the Chen family spear technique, "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

Zhou Chen smiled and activated his Spirit Tracking Divine Power at full capacity.

The hundreds of spear beams in front of him suddenly slowed down, revealing the true killing move: the one aimed directly at his heart.

Zhou Chen advanced instead of retreating.

The phantom spear light struck the body, making only a crisp "clanging" sound, and vanished like a dream without even piercing the skin.

The next moment, the long staff thrust out to meet the real spear light.

Stick tip against spear tip!

"clang--!"

A piercing shriek exploded, and both the gun and the club simultaneously curved into terrifying arcs.

Chen Wen felt an overwhelming force surge from the spear, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and making him unable to hold the spear.

In an instant, he was terrified and, in a flash, soared straight into the heavens.

He remembered that Zhou Chen's breakthrough was still in its early stages and he hadn't had time to reflect, so he wouldn't be able to fly.

As long as you escape to a certain height, you can save your life.

Zhou Chen looked at Chen Wen, who was a hundred feet tall, and did not chase after him.

He took the black bow from his waist, nocked an arrow, and drew the bow.

The bow is drawn to its fullest extent, and the arrow flies like a shooting star!

A streak of dark light tore through the night sky, arriving before the enemy!

"puff!"

Thirty feet in the air, Chen Wen's frantically fleeing figure suddenly froze.

He looked down at the arrowhead protruding from his back, his eyes filled with disbelief.

On the tip of the arrow, drops of blood from the heart slid down, scattering in an arc as the breeze blew them away.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but a mouthful of blood gushed out.

His body then swayed and flew forward for a distance before plummeting to the ground.

Zhou Chen shot and killed Chen Wen with an arrow, then took another arrow, nocked it on the bowstring, and said loudly, "You've all been watching for so long, wouldn't you like to try out the sharpness of my arrow?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Wen's body slammed to the ground with a loud thud.

A few breaths later, three figures slowly emerged from the darkness. They were Zhao Tianzhao, Li Mingde, and the Enlightened Martial Artist who had been invited by the Li family to help.