High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

The Shadow's speed is at maximum.

The massive 600-meter-tall creature sped through the clouds, each flap of its wings creating a sonic boom.

The purple scales shimmered in the sunlight and could be seen from a great distance.

Chen Tianling and ten Holy Dragon Guards stood on the back of the shadowy figure, their holy might forming a unified whole.

Chen Yuan stood at the very front with his hands behind his back.

The divine might of the late-stage Martial God was released without any concealment.

Shadowblade crouched in the middle of the group, while Netherworld Sha huddled at the very back.

Although Ming Sha has the highest cultivation level, it is currently a prisoner, so it's always better to keep a low profile.

The surface of the East Pole Ocean receded rapidly below.

......

A few hours later.

The outline of the western territorial waters of the Kingdom of Amelica came into view.

An aircraft carrier battle group is patrolling the edge of territorial waters.

Three destroyers formed a triangular formation to protect the central aircraft carrier, while two squadrons of fighter jets patrolled the air.

Inside the aircraft carrier's bridge, a radar operator stares blankly at the screen.

This is a routine patrol along the west coast of the Kingdom of Amelica, and they don't encounter anything unusual for months at a time.

suddenly.

A huge spot of light appeared on the radar screen.

The radar operator was taken aback.

The size of the light spot was outrageously large, several times larger than their aircraft carrier.

He thought it was a machine malfunction.

He tapped the screen.

The light spot is still there, and it's approaching at high speed!

"Sir!"

The radar operator's voice even changed tone.

The captain on duty strode over, glanced at the screen, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"What the hell is that...?"

He grabbed the binoculars and rushed to the porthole, looking in the direction of the light.

horizon.

A colossal purple object is moving through the clouds!

Its wingspan was so large it blotted out the sun, and its size was several times larger than their aircraft carriers.

Even though we're so far apart.

That oppressive feeling still made his legs go weak!

"All personnel, prepare for battle!"

The captain's roar echoed through the bridge.

The alarm blared, and the sailors on deck sprinted towards their battle stations.

But soon everyone froze.

A divine might descended from the sky.

The divine might of a late-stage Martial God is mixed with eleven strands of holy might!

The entire fleet felt as if it were being crushed by a mountain. Sailors on the deck collapsed in disarray, and officers on the bridge were pale-faced, barely able to stand by holding onto the control panel.

With trembling hands, the captain raised his binoculars and saw clearly the person standing on the back of the purple behemoth.

Young faces.

A figure standing with his hands behind his back.

Chen Yuan!

The guardian deity of the Great Xia Kingdom, and the only martial god on Earth.

Eleven people stood behind him, each radiating the aura of a Martial Saint.

Eleven Martial Saints, plus a purple behemoth at the peak of Martial Saint level, and two other strange beasts whose strength was unreadable crouching behind them.

The captain's hands were shaking so badly he could no longer hold the binoculars.

This lineup is nothing compared to their carrier battle group; even if the entire Seventh Fleet of the United States of America were brought over, it wouldn't be enough to fill their teeth!

"Quickly...report this!"

The captain's voice was trembling.

"Report this directly to the Starry Palace! Say that Chen Yuan led the Holy Dragon Guards into our territorial waters with unclear intentions!"

The communications soldier frantically connected to the Starry Palace's emergency channel.

The captain gritted his teeth, straightened his uniform, and walked out of the bridge onto the deck.

As the highest-ranking commander on site, he had to step forward and negotiate; it was his duty.

Even if the opponent is the strongest person on Earth.

"Chen...Chen the Divine Lord!"

The captain looked up and shouted into the sky.

"I am the captain of the destroyer USS Independence of the Seventh Fleet of the Republic of America! You have entered our territorial waters without permission. What is the purpose of your visit?"

His spiritual power enabled his voice to travel far, carried by the sea breeze.

On the shadowy back, Chen Yuan glanced down at him.

His gaze was as if he were looking at an ant.

Chen Yuan waved his hand casually.

Across a distance of tens of thousands of meters, a divine force swept across the deck.

The captain was like a fly swatted by a fly swatter, flying off the deck and tumbling through the air a dozen times.

With a "plop," it crashed into the sea.

The splashing water reached a height of more than three meters.

"The captain has fallen into the water!"

"Help! Save them!"

The deck was in complete chaos.

Several sailors hurriedly pulled the captain out of the sea. He was soaking wet, and his military cap was nowhere to be found. He was in a terrible state.

But miraculously, he had no injuries whatsoever.

The captain slumped on the deck, panting heavily, his face as white as paper.

He knew that what he had just done was just a warning.

If Chen Yuan really wanted to kill him, he would already be a corpse!

"No...don't fire..."

The captain mustered all his strength to utter a few words.

"Everyone stand by... Don't move..."

Even without him saying it, no one would dare to make a move.

The entire fleet's weapon systems were locked onto the purple behemoth in the sky, but none of the soldiers in charge of fire control dared to press the fire button.

Fire? With what? Missiles or torpedoes?

Those things probably wouldn't even be able to break through their defenses; instead, they would bring annihilation to the entire Kingdom of Amelica.

All the sailors could only watch helplessly as the purple behemoth swept over the fleet and flew towards the homeland.

A huge shadow swept across the deck, blocking the sunlight before quickly moving away.

Extremely arrogant.

Only when that purple hue disappeared into the horizon did the divine power pressing down on everyone slowly dissipate.

The sailors on deck collapsed to the ground.

The back of his military uniform was soaked with cold sweat.

The captain was helped to sit up and picked up the communicator with trembling hands.

"Star Palace... The target has breached the territorial waters and is advancing towards the mainland... Repeat, the target is advancing towards the mainland..."

In the western part of the country of Amelica, there is a large celestial cave defense line.

The underground meditation room.

Smith sat cross-legged in the center of the meditation room, with a pile of resources he had taken from his spatial ring in front of him.

Dark source crystals, spiritual herbs, and ores were neatly stacked in several rows.

These are the "sincere gifts" placed in the crack by the alien race, and they all look to be in good condition.

But he neither absorbed it nor shared it with the other martial saints.

Not a single one was touched.

It's not that I don't want it, it's that I'm afraid to.

The last time I absorbed the Dark Source Crystal, a time bomb was planted in my brain.

If it absorbs again this time, who knows what else might be implanted?

He hid these resources to prevent others from discovering them, while also waiting.

We're waiting for a turning point and for the situation to become clearer.

The alien races demonstrate an overwhelming advantage, or the human alliance must unleash a force sufficient to counter them.

He didn't want to completely cut off his own escape route before things settled down.

As for the affairs of the Human Alliance, he had no interest in them at all.

The transfer orders, lists, and meeting invitations sent by Zhou Qing were all left to gather dust in his communication loop.

The first few times they would give me a perfunctory answer like "I'm organizing it" or "it'll be ready soon," but later they simply pretended they hadn't received it.

He's completely preoccupied with that seed; he has no energy left to care about any alliance.

Just then.

The communication ring on my wrist suddenly rang.

It wasn't a normal communication alert tone; it was a sharp alarm with multiple overlapping sounds.

Only the highest-level emergency intelligence will trigger this alert!

Smith frowned and tapped the communication ring.

A light screen popped up, and an intelligence report came into view.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

Chen Yuan of the Great Xia Kingdom, accompanied by eleven Holy Dragon Guards, one purple behemoth, and two exotic beasts, has broken through the western territorial sea defense line.

Chen Yuan himself released a Martial God-level pressure, and all members of the Holy Dragon Guard released a Martial Saint-level pressure.

The captain of the Seventh Fleet destroyer USS Independence went forward to negotiate but was casually shot down into the sea by the other side. He was not in any danger.

The target is rapidly advancing towards the mainland, heading towards... this defensive line!

Smith jumped to his feet, knocking over his chair.

His expression changed several times in an instant.

Chen Yuan has arrived.

Leading the entire Holy Dragon Guard!

Eleven Martial Saints, a giant beast at the peak of Martial Saint level, and two tamed exotic beasts!

They broke through the territorial sea defense line, knocked the negotiating captain into the sea, and then headed straight for the defense line where he was located.

They specifically asked for him by name!

Could it be... that our affair with the alien race has been discovered?!

impossible!

He didn't give any of those things to anyone; not a single one leaked out.

The Kingdom of Amelica and the Kingdom of Great Xia are separated by the entire Eastern Pacific Ocean. Even other high-ranking Martial Saints are unaware of this, so the news cannot be transmitted!

Moreover, if Chen Yuan really knew that he had sided with the alien race, he wouldn't have been so polite.

Given Chen Yuan's temperament, if he knew someone had betrayed the human race, he would absolutely destroy the country without giving him any time to react.

It's not a matter of different races.

Smith quickly calmed down, his mind racing.

If it's not about other races, then what could it be?

Aside from dealing with the alien race, what else has he done during this time that warranted Chen Yuan's personal visit?

In the corner of the communication ring's screen, more than a dozen unread messages sent by Zhou Qing were still flashing.

Transfer orders, lists, and meeting notices.

Smith closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I remembered.

Human Alliance!

He ignored Zhou Qing for more than half a month, refusing to respond to the transfer order, submit the list, or attend meetings.

As the former strongest nation on Earth, the Kingdom of Amelica was less cooperative than the smaller factions during the integration process of the Human Alliance.

Chen Yuan has come to demand an explanation.

Smith's lips twitched. He really didn't mean to go against the Great Xia Kingdom; he had genuinely forgotten about it.

During this time, his mind was entirely focused on that seed, and he had no energy to care about any alliance affairs.

But is it useful to explain these things now?

Chen Yuan led more than a dozen Martial Saints across the Eastern Pacific Ocean, making such a grand display; clearly, he wasn't there to hear his explanation.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Smith's forehead.

One late-stage Martial God, eleven Martial Saints, and one peak Martial Saint beast.

This lineup, let alone just one peak Martial Saint, even if you gathered all the Martial Saints from the Starry Palace, wouldn't be enough to defeat them with one hand.

Moreover, the seed in his mind is a time bomb; what if his emotions fluctuate too much later, and Chen Yuan notices something amiss...?

Smith didn't want to think any further.

But he dared not run away.

Chen Yuan had already identified him. Running away would be a sign of guilt, and guilt would be an admission of guilt.

Even if they ran away.

Where could he possibly run to, given the speed of that purple behemoth?

Smith stood there, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty for a long while.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and straightened his robes.

I pushed open the door to the meditation room and went out.

What you have to face, you can't avoid.