Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

The altar stands in a clearing in the forest, surrounded by giant trees that have long since been felled.

The black banners were covered with dense, twisted runes.

The man in black robes stood atop the altar, his loose black hair dancing wildly in the eerie wind, revealing half of his scarred face.

"The time has come—"

At this moment, the locust wood magic sword, which had been inserted into the ancient bronze cauldron and was covered in incense ash, was suddenly pulled out, its tip pointing to the sky.

Blood-red lines lit up on the altar floor, like dried-up blood vessels filling up, flowing continuously towards the feet of the man in black robes.

"Thump, thump..."

A strange, heart-pounding sound came from within, like the beating of a drum.

"Offer flesh and blood—" the man in black robes said in a hoarse voice.

Looking at the apocalyptic scene before him, Li Xiong frowned and walked to the offerings. He picked up a sheep demon at the level of meat refinement and slowly walked towards the altar.

"An opportunity!" Zhou Chen's eyes lit up when he saw that Li Xiong and Uncle Sun, who had fainted on the ground, were getting further apart.

The next moment, he solemnly took out an eagle-feathered arrow from his quiver and nocked it onto the red bowstring.

With an arm strength of nearly 600 pounds, the bowstring was drawn almost to a full moon.

Zheng—

The moment the arrow left the bowstring, Li Xiong's eyes suddenly sharpened as he looked at a large tree in the distance.

A glint of cold light shot out from the tree.

"Master Yang!" His arm muscles bulged instantly, and he swung the unconscious sheep demon's body towards the altar.

Yang Xiangzhu, whose mind was mostly focused on the altar ceremony, belatedly realized what was happening after hearing the reminder.

At this moment, the arrow had already traveled a hundred paces and was approaching him.

"This is bad." Master Yang panicked, but it was too late to dodge.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and the body of the goat demon, which was meant to be a sacrifice, crashed down in front of him.

puff-

The eagle-feathered arrow, carrying nearly twenty stones of energy, descended from the sky, piercing through the sheep demon's body, which was already at the flesh-refining stage, slowing its speed by only half a fraction.

But it was this slight delay that gave Yang Xiangzhu, who was behind the sheep demon, a glimmer of hope.

He quickly dodged to the side, and an eagle-feathered arrow followed, striking his left upper arm.

"Meow! Ah!"

The excruciating pain of the arrow piercing his body jolted the unconscious goat demon awake, only to die swiftly afterward.

Blood flowed from the wound and was quickly swallowed up by the altar.

The ritual had already begun, and ignoring the excruciating pain in her left arm, Yang Xiangzhu could only wield the locust wood sword once more, chanting incantations.

In the brief interval, Zhou Chen had already fired several arrows with his Crimson Flower Bow.

Every arrow struck the arriving reinforcements of the Wusheng Cult.

"Brother, it's that brat from the Zhou family!" Li Hui's voice trembled as he rushed to Li Xiong's side the moment he heard the arrow pierce the air.

"When did he become so amazing?"

Li Xiong stood to the side, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "Bone Forging Realm."

He glanced at Yang Xiangzhu, who was injured and unable to participate in the ritual on the altar, and slowly drew his long sword from his waist.

"Today, I'll kill him for you."

Upon hearing this, Li Hui was overjoyed, having no doubt that his elder brother could do it.

Not long after he could remember, his parents passed away one after another, leaving only his older brother, Li Xiong, to raise him.

But from then on, the family's conditions not only did not worsen, but actually got better and better.

It was all because his older brother was a martial arts prodigy who had broken through the Bone Forging stage in just a few years.

And he instantly became known as Young Master Hui, a name known to everyone in the surrounding villages.

From childhood, he never failed to keep his promises to his older brother.

This time, it will be the same.

Li Xiong pointed his long sword diagonally and slowly stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Zhou Chen alone.

As for the Wusheng Cult members who were being shot by Zhou Chen, he promised to protect Master Yang so that the ceremony could be completed smoothly, but he did not promise to protect his useless subordinates.

As the Wusheng Cult members surrounded him, Zhou Chen simply repeated the actions of drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

Each arrow was like a shooting star, and every time it was fired, it would take a life.

Finally, for the first time, fear appeared in the eyes of the fanatical Wusheng cult members, and they began to distance themselves from Zhou Chen.

However, running also takes time.

When only two eagle-feathered arrows remained in the quiver, Zhou Chen only had Li Xiong in front of him.

Only then did Li Xiong make a move.

His unhurried pace suddenly quickened, his feet moving one in front of the other, as if wading through mud.

The Iron Stone Martial Arts School's outer gate footwork, the mud-walking step, is best suited for close-quarters combat.

When Zhou Chen saw Li Xiong rushing towards him, he immediately stepped back and stomped on the ground.

Even so, Li Xiong moved even faster, like a mudfish sliding in a quagmire, and the distance between the two closed rapidly.

Seeing this, Zhou Chen withdrew his right hand, which was holding the eagle feather arrow, put away the Crimson Flower Bow, and instead took out a dagger.

At that moment, Li Xiong closed in, his long sword slashing down from the sky, making a whistling sound.

If this strike had landed squarely, Zhou Chen would have been split in two on the spot.

clang……

Zhou Chen raised his short dagger to parry the long sword, then twisted his waist and retreated to the side to deflect most of the force of the blade.

"What incredible strength!" Zhou Chen thought to himself, then shook his arm to dispel the tingling sensation caused by the vibration.

On the other side, Li Xiong was extremely surprised to see Zhou Chen easily break through his full-force attack.

He had previously used a precious medicine that could allow ordinary people to become martial artists as bait to ambush and kill Zhou Dongrong, precisely because this boy had extremely poor talent and no other opportunities, and would never become a martial artist in his lifetime.

Although Zhou Chen's cultivation level is lower than his own, he is still a true Bone Forging Realm cultivator.

"Could it be that he has finally figured it out?"

The two had different thoughts, but their hands moved quickly, and they clashed several more times.

"Offering bones and muscles—"

On the altar, the flesh and blood of the sheep demon that Zhou Chen had shot and killed had melted away, leaving only a skeleton as white as gray.

Yang Xiangzhu's hoarse voice carried a hint of dejection, and blood was still dripping from his left arm.

With his Bone Forging Realm cultivation, such an arrow wound that did not hit a vital spot would have been fine as long as he manipulated the surrounding muscles to close up and stop the bleeding.

But now, the altar beneath him exudes a constant thirst for blood.

If he weren't at the Bone Forging Realm, able to control his bones and muscles, he would have long since turned into bones like the sheep demon beneath his feet.

"Boy, bring me that bull demon." When Yang Xiangzhu realized that no one had brought the offerings for a long time, he found that all the followers around him had been killed by Zhou Chen, so he had no choice but to order Li Hui around.

Li Hui's eyes widened in surprise. Seeing that no one was around, he realized that Master Yang was calling him.

He hesitated as he watched the incredibly burly bull demon before him, only making a move after being urged several times by the man in black robes.

rustle……

Dragging the ropes binding the bull demon, Li Hui, a mere mortal, soon began to pant heavily.

"I never expected to be a laborer here."

"Moo..."

Suddenly, he looked up, blinked, and seemed to hear the bellowing of a cow in his ear.

Upon closer inspection, he instantly collapsed to the ground, weak with exhaustion.

The bull demon, bound tightly, twitched its large, copper-bell-sized eyelids, let out a moo, and was about to open its eyes.

"My God, how did it wake up?" He collapsed to the ground, kicking his legs to get away from the bull demon.

Seeing this, Yang Xiangzhu on the altar was extremely anxious. If the altar did not receive fresh blood and flesh to nourish it, it would turn against him, the one who initiated the sacrifice.

"Useless! This beast is tied up tightly and has no ability to resist."

No matter what Yang Xiangzhu said, Li Hui shook his head like a rattle drum, refusing to step forward no matter what.