High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Inside the Mirror of Gods.

The Netherworld Ruler looked at the dark golden pill floating not far away, a hint of vigilance flashing in his vertical pupils.

It's not stupid.

A human who wanted to kill it suddenly gave it a pill?

There's definitely something wrong here!

It carefully sensed the aura emanating from the pill, and a feeling of being bound and controlled rushed over it.

"This is... a divine-grade Imperial Elixir?!"

The pupils of the Netherworld Ruler suddenly contracted.

It had heard of such a thing in the ruins of countless worlds.

After taking it, one's life and death will be in the control of the alchemist, and one will become their slave.

"You want to control me?!"

The Netherworld Ruler's vertical pupils were filled with rage.

It raised its paw and slapped the Imperial Pill.

"Snapped!"

The pill was slapped away.

It rolled around a few times in the hazy space before landing on the ground.

"You want me to consume this stuff? Don't even think about it!"

The Lord of the Underworld roared, his voice filled with determination.

"I am the strongest general under the Emperor's command, and I would rather die than surrender!"

"If you have the guts, kill me! Torture me! If I even flinch, I'm no longer the Lord of the Underworld!"

It held its head high.

His vertical pupils were full of stubbornness and arrogance.

......

Outside the Mirror of Gods.

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the defiant figure in the mirror.

"Wow? That's tough?"

He was somewhat surprised.

When I subdued Shadowblade before, he was initially unwilling, but after a few threats, he obediently complied.

This monster is quite tough.

Looks like I'll have to use some tricks on you.

Chen Yuan stroked his chin, preparing to unleash the suppressive power within the Mirror of Gods to teach the Lord of the Underworld a lesson.

suddenly.

A figure approached.

"Boss, boss!"

Shadowblade darted out from the side, a fawning smile on his face.

"You can hand that guy over to me, I guarantee I'll make sure he's completely under my thumb."

Chen Yuan glanced at it, somewhat surprised.

"you?"

Shadowblade patted his chest, looking confident.

"Don't worry, boss, I have experience!"

"You forgot? I was locked up before, and the experience... tsk tsk, it was unforgettable."

A sly glint flashed in its eyes.

"Now it's someone else's turn, and I'm just about to pay back double for the suffering I endured back then."

Chen Yuan thought for a moment.

Shadowblade is someone who has been caught in the rain before, and now he's tearing someone else's umbrella.

Then he nodded.

"Okay, you do it, just don't go too far."

He handed the Divine Mirror to Shadow Blade.

Shadow Blade understood Chen Yuan's meaning: as long as he wasn't killed, it was fine!

He took the mirror with both hands and held it in his palms.

Looking down at the still-shouting monster in the mirror, a wicked smile slowly spread across his lips.

"hey-hey......"

Its laughter sent a chill down Chen Yi's spine.

......

Inside the Mirror of Gods.

The Lord of the Underworld is still clamoring.

"Come on! Try and see if you can!"

"If I were to beg for mercy, I wouldn't be a good demon!"

"You weak humans, all you know is these despicable tricks..."

suddenly.

A figure appeared above the space.

It's not Chen Yuan.

Instead, it was a creature of a different race that it had never seen before.

Mid-stage ninth rank, his body was covered in dark purple scales, and his vertical pupils were full of excitement and malice.

"Who are you?"

The Lord of the Underworld watched the other party warily.

Shadow Blade crouched above the space, looking down at it with a meaningful smile on its lips.

Who I am is not important.

Its sound is slow and leisurely.

"The important thing is that you'll be very comfortable afterward."

A hint of unease flashed in the Netherworld Ruler's vertical pupils as he remembered who Shadow Blade was—the alien race that had sided with Chen Yuan!

"What do you think you're doing, you spineless coward?"

Shadowblade did not answer.

It raised its paw and a thought crossed its mind.

The suppressive power within the Mirror of Gods instantly condensed, transforming into an invisible whip that lashed fiercely at the Netherworld Ruler!

"Snapped!"

The sound was crisp and clear.

The Netherworld Overlord's body trembled violently, and a clear white mark appeared on its scales.

Although there was no broken skin, the pain went straight to my soul!

"what!"

The Lord of the Underworld let out a scream, his vertical pupils filled with shock and rage.

"you......!"

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Shadowblade's smile grew even brighter.

It manipulates the forces in space, transforming them into various forms.

Whips, needles, flames, ice...

They used various tricks to attack the Lord of the Underworld.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"Sizzle!"

"hiss!"

Various sounds echoed in the space, with the screams of the Netherworld Ruler rising and falling.

It wanted to hide.

But the space is so small that there's no way to escape.

Resistance was impossible, as his cultivation was firmly suppressed by the power of the internal space.

We have no choice but to tough it out.

"You...you madman! You lackey!"

The Lord of the Underworld roared, his voice trembling.

"They actually abandoned their dignity as beings of the myriad worlds and surrendered to the human race... Ah!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Another flame burned its wound.

Shadowblade crouched on top, looking at the miserable scene below with a sense of satisfaction in his eyes.

"running dog?"

It smiled.

"Say whatever you want. Opportunities to personally hone a half-step tenth-level expert are rare."

It licked its lips and continued to manipulate the power.

"Keep going, keep going, don't stop."

......

Fifteen minutes later.

The cry of the Lord of the Underworld changed from anger to pain.

"Stop...stop it now..." its voice was hoarse and pleading.

Shadowblade stopped what it was doing and tilted its head to look at it.

"What? You give up?"

The Lord of the Underworld was panting heavily, his vertical pupils filled with resentment.

But it gritted its teeth and didn't say a word.

Shadowblade immediately understood: "Oh, you're not convinced, are you?"

It smiled and continued.

This time, the methods were even more drastic.

The power in space condensed into countless fine needles, piercing into the body of the Netherworld Ruler from all directions.

It doesn't break the skin, but penetrates straight to the soul.

That kind of pain was a hundred times worse than physical pain!

"ah!!!"

The screams of the Netherworld Ruler echoed throughout the entire space.

Its body convulsed violently, and its four claws clawed wildly at the ground.

"Are you convinced?"

"..."

"Still not convinced?"

The fine needle turned into flames and burned inside its body.

"Do you accept it or not?"

"I......!"

"Looks like you're still not convinced."

The flames turned into ice, freezing it so that it shivered all over.

"Do you accept it or not?"

"I'm totally convinced!"

The Lord of the Underworld finally couldn't hold on any longer, his voice filled with despair.

"I give up! I'll do anything you want! Please...stop..."

Tears welled up in its eyes.

A powerful expert at the half-step tenth level, and the number two figure in the Netherworld Heavenly Cave.

He lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, trembling all over, his vertical pupils filled with terror.

Shadowblade stopped what it was doing and tilted its head to look at it.

"Are you really convinced?"

"Really! Really!"

The Lord of the Underworld nodded frantically.

"I'll do anything! I'll take any pill! I'll submit! Please... stop torturing me..."

Shadowblade stared at it for a few seconds.

Then he shook his head.

"I see you're still not convinced."

The pupils of the Netherworld Ruler suddenly contracted.

"I......!"

Shadowblade didn't give it a chance to speak.

The power in the space surged again, even more violently than before.

The screams of the Netherworld Ruler rang out once more.

This time, it didn't even have the strength to curse; all that was left were hoarse howls and pleas for mercy.

"Please...stop it...I'm really giving up...really..."

"I'll do anything you ask... please..."

......

Another quarter of an hour passed.

The Shadow Blade finally stopped.

It looked down at the trembling monster lying on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

It stood up, holding the Mirror of Conferred Gods, and ran happily to Chen Yuan.

"Boss, it's all done."

Its face was full of a fawning smile: "Look, this guy is being very well-behaved now."

Chen Yuan took the Mirror of Conferred Gods and looked down at it.

In the mirror.

The Netherworld Ruler collapsed to the ground, most of his scales shattered, his blood and dust mixed together, a truly gruesome sight.

His vertical pupils were filled with fear and despair, and his body was still trembling slightly.

Chen Yuan's face appeared on the sky.

It trembled all over and its voice became hoarse.

"I...I give up...I'll eat anything...please...stop torturing me..."

Chen Yuan looked at its pitiful appearance and a smile appeared on his lips.

He turned to look at Shadowblade.

"Well done."

Shadowblade's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this.

"It's all thanks to the boss's excellent guidance!"

Chen Yuan smiled and shook his head, knowing he hadn't taught him anything about this subject.

It is estimated that this was inspired by his previous experience of being imprisoned in the Investiture of the Gods Mirror.

Then a thought occurred to him.

The Imperial Pill that had been knocked away floated up from the ground and flew back to the Netherworld Ruler.

"Eat it."

Chen Yuan said calmly, "Why bother doing this earlier?"

The Netherworld Ruler stared at the dark golden pill before him, his vertical pupils filled with complex emotions.

It knew it had no way out.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the pill in one gulp.

The elixir entered the stomach.

A strange power exploded within its body, rushing straight to its brain.

The Netherworld Ruler's body trembled violently.

It could sense a new contract deep within its consciousness, a contract that bound it to Chen Yuan.

Life and death are in the other's hands!

"alright."

Chen Yuan's voice echoed in the space: "From now on, you belong to me."

The Netherworld Overlord collapsed to the ground, his vertical pupils filled with helplessness and despair. He was a powerful half-step tenth-level expert and the number two figure in the Netherworld Heavenly Cave.

And just like that... I became someone else's subordinate.

"Come out."

With a thought, Chen Yuan unleashed a beam of golden light from the Mirror of Gods.

The figure of the Netherworld Ruler flew out of the mirror and landed on the floor of the meditation room.

Its body swayed and it couldn't stand up straight.

The backlash from the Blue Star's will, coupled with the torment of the Shadow Blade, has left it extremely weak at this moment.

Chen Yuan looked at its miserable state and waved his hand.

A warm, gentle power surged from his palm, enveloping the Netherworld Ruler's body.

God-level Supreme All-Encompassing Divine Spring.

The Netherworld Ruler's body trembled violently.

The power surged into its body, and wherever it passed, the shattered scales began to heal, the broken bones began to reconnect, and the wounds recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is......"

The Netherworld Ruler's vertical pupils were filled with shock.

A divine healing technique!

Moreover, the quality is extremely high, at least divine-grade!

This human not only possesses a divine-level sealed treasure, but also a divine-level healing technique?

Just how deep is his foundation?

After a while.

Chen Yuan withdrew his hand.

Although the Netherworld Lord's injuries were not fully healed, his aura had stabilized.

It's no longer teetering on the brink of collapse; at least it can stand firm.

"That's all for now."

Chen Yuan spoke casually.

"I'll completely cure you after you answer my questions."

The Lord of the Underworld lowered his head, his vertical pupils filled with complex emotions.

"What...do you want to ask?"

Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair, looking at it calmly.

"Tell me your name first?"

The Lord of the Underworld remained silent for a moment.

"...Netherworld Fiend".

Chen Yuan nodded.

"Netherworld Demon, proceed."

He continued to ask.

"Besides you and that emperor, how many other powerful figures are there in the Netherworld Abyss?"

Ming Sha hesitated for a moment.

But remembering the excruciating torment it had just endured, it gritted its teeth.

"A tenth-rank being... is an emperor."

"I am a half-step tenth-level being."

"There are still... twelve more ninth-tier units."

It paused, then added.

"However, you killed some of them before, so there are probably nine left now."

Chen Yuan nodded.

It's similar to the Land of Shadows.

One tenth-rank, one half-step tenth-rank, and nine ninth-rank.

"Go on."

Chen Yuan said calmly, "Tell me everything you know, don't hide anything."

A flicker of struggle flashed in Ming Sha's vertical pupils.

It didn't want to betray the emperor, but the torture... was just too painful.

It can't withstand it.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."

Ming Sha silently murmured to himself.

"This human's methods are too cruel, I really can't bear it..."

It took a deep breath and raised its head.

"In the Ruins of Myriad Realms, there exists a powerful race called the Gods, and they... are plotting a plan."

"Awaken their god, and then completely dismantle the will of Earth."

"Once the will of Blue Star collapses, all the powerful beings in the Ruins of Myriad Realms will be able to freely enter and leave Blue Star."

"By then..."

It paused, a hint of fear flashing in its vertical pupils.

"The end of Earth is nigh."