Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

The outskirts of an abandoned industrial zone.

Lei Qianjue was still incessantly boasting about Shen Wudao, a new student at Magic Martial Arts University.

Nie Changkong stood to the side, his eyes twitching violently. He forced his face to turn to the side, afraid that he might burst out laughing on the spot.

And just then...

Huo Zhenshan, the Martial Saint who protects the nation, ignored Lei Qianjue's clamor.

He turned around, took steady steps, and walked step by step toward Su Yu, who was slowly descending from mid-air.

This old man stood at the pinnacle of martial arts in the Great Xia Kingdom and suppressed the Abyss Defense Line for decades.

At this moment, there was not a trace of the condescension a senior might show when looking at a junior.

Only with unprecedented solemnity.

That was the look in his eyes as he gazed upon the future pillar of the Great Xia Kingdom, a white jade pillar that would support the heavens.

Su Yu landed on his feet, his "Sky Dome" level silver armor already tattered and torn.

Huo Zhenshan stopped three steps away from Su Yu.

He didn't say any polite words, nor did he put on any airs of a martial saint.

Instead, he looked solemn, raised his hands, and carefully straightened his simple gray robe, which was slightly dusty.

Then.

In front of all the Martial Emperors and Martial Kings present.

This pillar of the Great Xia Kingdom stood with his legs together and his back straight, solemnly performing the highest-level ancient martial arts salute of the Great Xia Kingdom to the young man in front of him who used the alias "Su Yuan"!

He clenched his right fist and struck his left chest hard.

boom!

A dull thud echoed across the empty ruins.

Huo Zhenshan lowered his head, his voice unusually deep, yet it possessed a power that penetrated the soul.

"The lives of twenty million people in the capital of Great Xia are now tied to your single shot."

"If it weren't for your intervention, sir, and the Demon Saint's arrival, the entire capital would have been destroyed, turning into a living hell!"

"With this bow, I, Huo, on behalf of the people of the capital, thank you for your grace in vanquishing the demon!"

Every word was powerful and resounding!

A resounding statement!

The air around them seemed to freeze instantly after those words were spoken.

Lei Qianjue, who had been talking non-stop, suddenly shut up.

His one eye widened instantly, and he stared at Huo Zhenshan with disbelief.

Martial Saint!

A Martial Spirit bowing to you?!

And it was on behalf of the 20 million people of Kyoto, performing the highest level of ancient martial arts military salute?!

If this gets out, it will cause a magnitude 10 earthquake in the entire martial arts world of the Great Xia Kingdom!

but.

He was only stunned for half a second.

Lei Qianjue took a deep breath, suppressing all his arrogance and shock.

He did not find anything wrong with Huo Zhenshan's actions, nor did he think that it was undignified for a Martial Saint to bow to a Martial Spirit.

Because, in the Great Xia Kingdom.

Whoever sheds blood for the common people deserves their bow!

Everyone present knew perfectly well just how terrifying the Demon Saint's destructive power was.

Once the Demon Saint's Abyss Realm is completely spread, not to mention the 20 million ordinary people, even Martial Emperors and Martial Kings will definitely die!

It was this young man who withstood the Demon Emperor's oppressive aura and shattered that catastrophe with a single spear thrust!

"Thank you, sir, for slaying the demon!"

Without any hesitation, Lei Qianjue knelt heavily on one knee, punched his chest with his right fist, and gave the highest military salute!

"Thank you, sir, for slaying the demon!"

Nie Changkong followed closely behind, kneeling on one knee with an extremely solemn expression.

"Thank you, sir, for slaying the demon!!!"

The four military Martial Kings who had been rescued by Su Yu from the Abyss Realm were filled with tears in their eyes. They all knelt down on one knee, their voices booming like thunder!

In a short time.

Within the abandoned industrial zone, the top combat forces of the Great Xia Kingdom all bowed their noble heads before a young man wearing tattered armor.

Su Yu stood quietly in place.

He looked at the Martial Saint who was bowing and paying his respects before him, and at the Martial Emperors and Kings kneeling all around him.

A hint of emotion flashed in his deep, clear eyes.

He did not dodge.

Accept it calmly.

Because he knew that his battle just now truly deserved this bow.

"You flatter me."

Su Yu spoke calmly and reached out to gently support Huo Zhenshan.

"It's just a matter of each person doing their job."

Huo Zhenshan straightened up and looked at Su Yu's calm and composed face, his admiration deepening.

Despite possessing such incredible combat power, he remains humble and unassuming.

This child is destined for greatness!

"alright."

Huo Zhenshan turned around, regaining his majestic demeanor as the Martial Saint who protects the nation, and waved to the Martial King of the Military Department behind him.

"Seal off the area immediately!"

"Clean up the battlefield and eliminate all remaining abyssal energy!"

"We must not allow even a single trace of contamination to leak out!"

"yes!"

The four Kings of Wu immediately accepted the order and got up to arrange the military's cleanup work.

Huo Zhenshan turned his head again to look at Su Yu and Nie Changkong.

"This is not the place to talk."

"Young friend Su Yuan, come with me back to Jingwu."

"You have performed such an extraordinary feat; the Great Xia Kingdom will certainly not fail to reward its meritorious officials!"

……

Half an hour later.

The highest-level, top-secret conference room at Kyoto Budo University, a thousand meters underground.

The surrounding walls were all made of deep-sea meteorite iron, which could block the detection of martial saints.

There were only three people in the meeting room.

Huo Zhenshan, Nie Changkong, and Su Yu.

Su Yu had already taken off his tattered silver armor and put on a clean black combat suit.

Huo Zhenshan sat in the head seat, his expression solemn.

He flipped his wrist.

A fist-sized, jet-black crystal, radiating a chilling aura, appeared on the table.

"This is the demon core left behind after the Demon Saint died."

Huo Zhenshan pushed the black crystal in front of Su Yu.

"Although the Demon Saint's physical body was completely annihilated by your spear intent, this demon core, which condensed its abyssal essence, was preserved."

Su Yu's eyes narrowed.

He could clearly sense how vast and pure the energy contained within this magic core was.

"This is the spoils of war from your own slaying of the Demon Saint; it rightfully belongs to you."

Huo Zhenshan's tone was extremely serious.

"Young friend Su Yuan, you may not know the value of this magic core."

"In the underground black market, a magic core at the Martial King level can fetch a sky-high price of billions."

"And this one is at the Demon Saint level!"

"Its value is at least in the hundreds of billions!"

"Moreover, it's in demand but priceless!"

Hundreds of billions!

Upon hearing these four words, a burst of intense light, imperceptible to ordinary people, suddenly erupted from the depths of Su Yu's deep, clear eyes.

Hundreds of billions!

I just spent all 100 billion that the Chen family lost last night, and I'm worried about not having enough money to continue probing my cultivation level.

This is like a pillow delivered just when you're about to fall asleep!

If you sell this magic core and convert it into cash to recharge the system.

That's a full 100 billion years of cultivation!

This is enough to allow his Dark Gold Divine Blood to achieve another qualitative leap!

Su Yu forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart and reached out to put the magic core into his storage ring.

"Thank you, Martial Saint Huo."

Huo Zhenshan waved his hand.

"You deserve it."

"In addition to this magic core, the military will also give you an extra reward."

Huo Zhenshan's gaze fell on the tattered silver armor that Su Yu had placed to the side.

"I noticed that the 'Sky Dome' level armor you were wearing before was completely destroyed when you withstood the Demon Emperor's pressure."

"Those are just mass-produced standard equipment, after all, and they can't withstand a battle of your level."

Huo Zhenshan paused, his tone revealing a sense of arrogance and wealth.

"The military has decided to make an exception and apply for a 'National Defense Grade' combat armor for you!"

This statement came out.

Nie Changkong, who was sitting to the side, suddenly gasped.

National-level battle armor!

That's top-tier strategic equipment that only legion commanders guarding the abyss defenses or martial emperors who have made special and significant contributions to the country are qualified to be equipped with!

In the entire Great Xia Kingdom, there are currently no more than fifty sets of national-level battle armor!

Each set is crafted from the bones of countless high-level mythical beasts and rare metals, forged by top blacksmiths through countless hammering and forging processes.