High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

On the city wall of the defensive line.

Smith stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

His holy robe was perfectly wrinkle-free, and his back was ramrod straight. From a distance, he looked like an immovable, peak-level martial saint.

But his back was already soaked.

His gaze was fixed on the western horizon, praying that something unexpected would happen to Chen Yuan on the way.

Fighter jet malfunctions, alien beasts have diarrhea, even getting lost is acceptable.

但理智告诉他。

If a Martial God could get lost in the later stages, then Blue Star would have been occupied by alien races long ago.

A small black dot appeared on the horizon.

The black dot rapidly grew larger, revealing the outline of a purple behemoth.

Its 600-meter-tall body blots out the sky, and every flap of its wings creates a sonic boom like thunder.

Eleven holy mights and one divine might pressed down simultaneously.

The clouds above the defense line were scattered by the wind.

The shadow began to descend.

A huge shadow loomed over the entire defensive line, and the warriors on the city wall looked up with their mouths agape, wide enough to fit fists.

"My God..."

The weapon in the young martial artist's hand clattered to the ground.

It wasn't from being scared.

Instead, his body was so overwhelmed by that oppressive force that he couldn't control it at all.

The shadowy figure landed on the plaza inside the defensive line.

The 600-meter-tall structure completely filled the square, its two giant claws crushing large sections of stone slabs, with cracks spreading out in all directions like a spider web.

The wings folded in.

The resulting shockwave sent the surrounding martial artists staggering about.

Chen Yuan floated down from the shadowy back.

Chen Tianling led ten Holy Dragon Guards to leap down in unison, the eleven of them forming a line.

Shadow Blade and Netherworld Demon crouched on either side of them.

His vertical pupils swept over the surrounding warriors of the Kingdom of Amelica, as if he were looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

The oppressive aura didn't subside; instead, it intensified.

The martial artists in the square couldn't even lift their heads.

Those below the Martial Emperor level collapsed to the ground, while those at the Martial Venerable level could barely stand, but their knees were trembling.

Only a few peak Martial Venerables can still hold their heads high.

But her face was as white as paper.

Smith stood on the city wall, his holy might surging from within him, attempting to offset some of Chen Yuan's oppressive aura.

His holy might had only spread for less than ten meters when it was shattered like waves crashing against rocks.

The gap between the peak of Martial Saint and the late stage of Martial God is too great, so great that he even needs courage to stand in front of Chen Yuan.

Smith floated down from the city wall and landed at the edge of the square.

He straightened his robes.

He forced a standard diplomatic smile onto his face.

"Lord Chen has come from afar; I have failed to greet you properly."

His voice was steady, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"I wonder what brings Lord Chen to my kingdom of Amelika? If it is for matters concerning the Human Alliance, then I have been too busy with defense matters lately, and I will have someone tidy up the mess immediately."

Smith made a gesture as he spoke.

"But before that, could you please ask Venerable Chen to tone down your oppressive aura? My subordinates are of low cultivation and cannot withstand it."

Chen Yuan didn't look at him.

His gaze fell on Smith, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He sensed something was wrong.

There was an extremely subtle and unusual aura about Smith.

Very light.

However, if it weren't for the fact that his divine soul had been greatly enhanced after breaking through to the late stage of Martial God, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

The aura carried a hint of coldness, originating from the same source as the scent of the alien races in the Heavenly Cave.

A pale golden light shone deep within Chen Yuan's eyes.

Eye of the Void, open!

Smith's body became transparent under the Eye of the Void.

The flow of spiritual energy, the pathways of the meridians, and the vortex of spiritual energy within the dantian were peeled away layer by layer.

Then he saw a dark seed quietly floating in the very center of Smith's consciousness, deep within his sea of ​​knowledge.

The seed is about the size of a fingernail, and its surface is covered with fine black lines that pulsate slightly like blood vessels.

The seed's roots had already penetrated deep into Smith's consciousness, becoming entangled with his soul.

The thickest root was less than an inch away from the core of the soul!

Chen Yuan's lips twitched slightly.

interesting.

The methods used by the alien races are quite elaborate.

Smith felt as if he had been stripped naked and was standing in front of a crowd when Chen Yuan's gaze swept over him.

From skin to flesh, from meridians to consciousness, everything was seen through by that pale golden gaze.

My heart skipped a beat and almost jumped out of my throat.

Chen Yuan discovered it! He definitely discovered it!

The seed that the alien race had planted in his mind was now visible.

What to do? Run? Where to run? In front of Chen Yuan, who was at the late stage of Martial God, he didn't even have a chance to turn around.

Explain? How do you explain it?

They said this thing was forcibly given to him by an alien race, and he himself had no idea about it.

Who will believe?

Just as Smith's mind was in complete turmoil.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and pressed down.

A divine power struck Smith precisely, like a mountain pressing down on an ant.

Smith's knee slammed into the ground, shattering the bluestone floor into dust.

He tried desperately to stand up, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

But the weight on his back was so heavy it was despairing, he couldn't even move a finger.

This is the strength of a Martial God in the later stages.

He didn't even have the right to stand in front of Chen Yuan.

The warriors from the surrounding Amelika Kingdom widened their eyes instantly when they saw their Holy Lord being pressed to the ground.

"Lord of the Palace!"

Several peak Martial Venerables rushed up to try and save the person.

They had barely taken a step when Chen Tianling and the Holy Dragon Guards blocked their way.

"Back off."

Eleven holy might erupted simultaneously, and those peak Martial Venerables were as if they had crashed into a wall, and were directly blasted back dozens of meters.

Shadowblade and Netherworld also stood up.

When Ming Sha returned to its two-meter size, it released the pressure of a half-step tenth-level cultivator, and the faces of those peak Martial Venerables instantly turned even paler than when they saw Chen Yuan.

A strange beast that is halfway to the tenth rank.

The entire Starry Palace combined wouldn't be enough to defeat this beast with just one hand.

The martial venerables stood rooted to the spot, unable to advance or retreat, and could only watch helplessly as their own holy venerable was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

Smith gave up struggling.

He accepted his fate.

The victor is king, the loser is villain; there's nothing more to say.

From the moment he defected to a foreign tribe, he knew that this day would come sooner or later.

I just didn't expect them to come so quickly, and I certainly didn't expect the person who came would be Chen Yuan.

Just as Smith closed his eyes and awaited death.

The divine power pressing down on him suddenly changed.

It was no longer a heavy, oppressive force, but rather a warm current that flowed along his meridians into the depths of his consciousness.

Smith suddenly opened his eyes.

Chen Yuan was treating his injuries.

wrong.

It's not healing!

The warm current rushed straight to the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, enveloping the dark seed.

He was helping himself to erase that seed!

Smith was completely stunned.

He considered countless possibilities.

He was killed on the spot, imprisoned and interrogated, had his cultivation destroyed, and was even executed in front of the entire planet as a traitor.

I never thought of this!

Chen Yuan not only didn't kill him, but actually saved him!

"Don't move."

Chen Yuan's voice came from above.

"The roots are quite deep; if you disturb them, you won't be able to pull them out completely."

Smith immediately stopped struggling and even stopped breathing.

He dared not move, nor did he want to move.

That seed had been bothering him for so long, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what he tried, not even suppressing it.

Now Chen Yuan is willing to help him.

If he moves even slightly, then there's something wrong with his head.

......

Half a minute later, Chen Yuan withdrew his hand.

In Smith's mind, the dark seed and all its roots were uprooted by a ball of pale golden divine power and completely crushed into nothingness.

The space that was originally occupied by the seeds is now empty.

The chilling aura in his mind vanished, replaced by a warm and comfortable feeling.

The heavy weight that had been pressing on Smith's heart vanished completely at that moment.

Chen Yuan withdrew his divine power.

Smith got up from the ground and flexed his fingers.

I feel relaxed all over.

The nauseating feeling of something parasitizing my brain is completely gone.

He looked down at his hands, then looked up at Chen Yuan, his lips moving several times, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it.

At last.

This Holy Venerable of the Kingdom of Amelica, a peak Martial Saint, bowed deeply to Chen Yuan in front of everyone.

"Chen Shenzun".

His voice was a little hoarse.

"I am deeply grateful and will never hesitate to help you, no matter what difficulties you may pose in the future."

The warriors from the surrounding Amelika Kingdom looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on? They were just on the verge of a fight, and now they're suddenly bowing and thanking each other?

Weren't you here to cause trouble? How did you end up treating and saving lives?

However, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At least we don't have to fight anymore. If we fight these people, they wouldn't even be considered cannon fodder.

Chen Yuan waved his hand.

Then he put his hand on Smith's shoulder.

The space distorted, and the two figures vanished from the plaza.

Only the Holy Dragon Guard, Shadow Blade, and Netherworld Fiend remained in the square, along with a group of warriors from the Kingdom of Amelica who were looking at each other in bewilderment.

Outside the defensive line.

On a deserted hill.

Space distorted again, and Chen Yuan and Smith appeared out of thin air.

So far away.

Smith steadied himself, looked at the desolate hills around him, and then at Chen Yuan.

He knew the main point was coming.

Chen Yuan turned around and looked at him calmly.

"Tell me, how did that seed come about?"

Smith was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and stopped hiding it.

The story begins with a foreign being infiltrating his meditation room by attaching himself to his shadow.

When the other party displayed their tenth-tier strength, that Dark Source Crystal, after breaking through to the peak of Martial Saint, he discovered the seed, and the alien race used the seed to threaten him into cooperation, the Two Realms Stone.

The other party has already instructed him to retrieve resources from inside the rift and distribute them to the other Martial Saints...

He told everything in detail.

After saying that.

Smith took the resources out of his spatial ring.

Dark source crystals, spirit herbs, and ores were neatly stacked on the ground, and the dusty two-world stone was taken out and placed next to it.

"They're all here. Not a single one was given away, and I haven't absorbed any more myself."

Smith's tone was tinged with bitterness.

"I know I shouldn't have taken these things."

"But the seed was already in my mind, and I thought... I should keep the other side calm first, and then look for an opportunity."

Chen Yuan glanced at the resources on the ground but didn't touch them. He could see that all of them contained backup plans left by the alien race.

When was the last time the alien race made contact?

"Two weeks ago."

"They told me to distribute the resources as soon as possible, but I kept putting it off, and then they never contacted me again."

Chen Yuan nodded.

His gaze fell on the Two Worlds Stone.

The gray stones lay quietly on the ground, their surface patterns dull and lifeless.

"This thing can even contact the other party?"

"Yes, you can do it by infusing spiritual energy."

Chen Yuan bent down and picked up the Two Worlds Stone.

I held it in my hand; it was light and flimsy, no different from an ordinary stone.