Fists that can subdue mountains and rivers, martial arts that can lead to immortality!

Kaifeng Prefecture.

Beside a stone bridge.

An old blind man, dressed in a dark blue gown, wearing a melon-shaped hat and small round sunglasses, sat on a small stool, playing the erhu in his hand. In front of him was a broken porcelain bowl with a few copper coins inside.

Soon, a well-dressed middle-aged man came up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Join the Martial Alliance?"

"I, an old blind man, will not participate in this kind of fun."

"But tell the Beggars' Sect members not to cause trouble for the Martial Alliance. No one can withstand the wrath of two martial arts grandmasters."

"How could that old demon dragon be so lucky to find such a disciple and even clear his name?"

"Speaking of which, I haven't settled accounts with him yet for impersonating a true disciple of my Beggars' Sect and stealing our Beggars' Sect's spiritual martial art, the 'Nerve Nourishing Technique,' and our top-tier martial art, the 'Return to the Origin Record of the Turbid World'!"

"However, now that he has gained status through his disciple, it will probably not be easy to go looking for trouble with him again."

"Forget it, times have changed. Firearms are emerging one after another. Ordinary martial artists, even if they cultivate blood qi and concentrate their strength, will find it difficult to resist guns and cannons."

"Furthermore, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is becoming increasingly scarce. Perhaps in a few hundred or a thousand years, the martial arts tradition will be completely severed."

"Perhaps people at that time thought martial arts were just a fancy trick."

"So, while top-tier martial arts lineages may seem precious now, they aren't actually that precious anymore."

"Perhaps when our generation is gone, the future of martial arts will be nothing but a piece of waste paper."

The nameless hermit, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the old blind man, shook his head and continued playing the erhu.

The middle-aged man in a suit nodded upon hearing this, then placed a silver dollar in the bowl and left.

Southwest mountainous area.

Inside a cave somewhere.

The Shadow Sect Master Chen is in seclusion here. He rarely travels in the world, and people do not know his origins.

Therefore, Jiang Wangzu wanted to invite him, but he couldn't send a message.

In fact, he was a high priest of the Miao ethnic group, who lived a secluded life and no one knew that he had mastered kung fu to such a high level.

It was precisely because of the Miao people's secret medicine cultivation techniques that he was able to gradually reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

He would only occasionally emerge from seclusion to find a martial arts grandmaster for a fight, to test his skills.

Therefore, many forces know that there is such a martial arts grandmaster as him.

However, no one knows his true identity.

After all, the most feared are martial arts grandmasters who are unrestrained and elusive.

However, if the Miao high priest is a martial arts grandmaster, then he is not someone to be feared.

Because at that time, the entire Miao ethnic group became his Achilles' heel.

Northern grasslands.

The location of a tribe.

The entire tribe was quiet, without a sound.

Upon closer inspection, the tents and grass were stained with blood.

As the view widened, severed limbs and remains were scattered everywhere, and blood was flowing freely, making it look like a living hell!

"A tiny tribe, only a hundred or so people, not even a single martial artist. It wasn't satisfying to kill them all!"

"I heard that Jiang Wangzu of the Holy Sect is setting up some kind of martial arts alliance in Shanghai. There should be a lot of martial artists there now."

"That would be a good opportunity for a good, satisfying killing!"

Lu Zong Wanren Tu pondered for a moment, then turned and left.

He is a grandmaster of martial arts, who follows the path of proving his Dao through killing, making him best suited to improve himself through frenzied slaughter.

However, there are too many experts in the Great New Republic, especially Wu Chongxiao and Yang Jin, who are too strong. Once I start killing indiscriminately, they will definitely make a move.

Therefore, ever since he committed countless atrocities in the previous dynasty and finally comprehended the true meaning of killing to become a martial arts grandmaster, he has never shown his face in the previous dynasty again.

There are far too many people who want him dead.

But now, the previous dynasty has collapsed, Emperor Tianyi has abdicated, the warlords of the Great New Republic are fighting each other, and there is also an invasion from the East.

The current state of the Republic of China is so chaotic that it's perfect for him.

So he decided to leave the northern grasslands and head south to return to his homeland!

The Republic of China (Daxin era).

The three northeastern provinces.

Standing atop a mountain peak, Lin Yuan of the Xiaozong Sect watched the two armies clashing below amidst the dense artillery fire, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Go ahead and fight!"

"The more chaotic the world, the better! I will use this boundless calamity to ascend to the pinnacle of martial arts!"

"Hehehe!"

"However, I heard that the newly crowned martial arts master Jiang Wangzu wants to establish a martial arts alliance to control the martial arts forces of the Great New Republic."

"How can this be allowed?"

"If the world were perfectly orderly, wouldn't my path in martial arts be cut off?"

"Order is a luxury; chaos is the norm!"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Yuan of the Xiaozong Sect cultivates the true meaning of chaos; all the disorder in the world serves as resources for his martial arts cultivation.

He came from a poor background and had neither a famous teacher nor powerful support on his path of martial arts cultivation.

However, he possessed extraordinary comprehension and enjoyed taking unconventional approaches, repeatedly teetering on the edge of life and death, creating his own unparalleled martial arts, comprehending the true meaning of chaos, and becoming a grandmaster of martial arts.

Several years ago, he conspired with many experts from the Western Continent to invade the Eastern Continent.

In that battle, Emperor Tianyi slaughtered everyone in his path. Although the Western Continent Allied Forces were able to overpower the soldiers and generals of the previous dynasty, the generals were all killed by Emperor Tianyi and other martial arts masters.

In addition, after the battle in the capital, the countries of the Western Continent negotiated peace with Emperor Tianyi, and the previous dynasty ceded many benefits, but the Western Continent coalition forces also withdrew completely.

He also used this to cultivate the Chaotic True Meaning to perfection, and now he is only one step away from the peak of the Profound Realm!

Now that the island nation of Japan has begun to invade the Republic of China again, and seeing that war is about to break out again, he will not allow anyone to ruin his plans.

The Heavenly Emperor is right. These martial arts grandmasters are too extraordinary and have become inhuman, showing no interest in anything worldly.

In their eyes, there is nothing but martial arts.

However, Lin Yuan of the Xiaozong sect is an even more inhuman and evil sect. He is willing to destroy the world for the sake of his martial arts cultivation.

A typical martial arts grandmaster simply lives in seclusion and doesn't concern himself with worldly affairs.

But a martial arts grandmaster like him is always thinking about causing trouble, chaos, disorder, and war. This is the root of all evil!

Beside a cold pool.

A humanoid phantom was enveloped in thick black mist.

"what……"

Beside him, a white-haired martial arts master roared loudly, his face and body contorted, his spirit and energy all being sucked into the black mist.

Soon, this powerful martial arts master became a dried-up corpse with a fearful expression.

A force swept out, and the dried corpse sank to the bottom of the pool.

"Martial arts grandmasters are ultimately too weak."

"If I continue cultivating like this, when will I ever achieve perfection of the Northern Darkness True Meaning?"

"I need to absorb the essence and spirit of more people, refine the Taiyin form, and condense it into the Northern Darkness!"

"I heard that Shanghai is currently holding some kind of martial arts alliance founding ceremony."

"Many martial artists gathered together, and even a grandmaster of martial arts appeared."

"How could such a grand occasion be complete without me, Wang Ming!"

"Kill them, drain them dry, and I will achieve my supreme, perfect Northern Darkness True Meaning!"

"If this Holy Sect is weak, killing a Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm and using him as resources might allow me to perfect my Northern Darkness True Intent!"

"Shanghai, here I come!"

King Ming of the Underworld transformed into a cloud of black mist and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Meanwhile, Tuoba Ye of the Blade Sect and Wen Shaoqiu of the Confucian Sect, along with martial arts masters from the Northeast, Northwest, and North, as well as many powerful martial artists at the Strength Realm, were also on their way to Shencheng.