High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

The Winged Clan's half-step tenth-level expert crossed his arms.

The bone-armored face revealed no expression, but the dissatisfaction in his tone was clear to everyone: "The plan has failed, what's the point of saying all this now?"

It snorted coldly.

"We can only obediently stay here and wait for the Protoss to make their move. It's a pity we can't seize the initiative at the first moment."

The other alien beings remained silent.

The atmosphere was so oppressive, it felt like a stone was pressing on my chest.

Just then.

The space rippled slightly.

A figure flew out from the depths of the rift and landed in front of the Mind Flayer.

He exuded the aura of an eighth-level expert, was small in stature, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head, not daring to look at any of the powerful figures present.

"The Lord has given an order."

It held up a communication crystal with both hands.

The crystal lit up, and a deep, majestic voice echoed in the hazy space.

"waste."

Two words.

This caused all the alien races present to lower their heads simultaneously, even the winged race member who was half a step into the tenth rank bowed slightly.

"You managed to botch such a simple plan—infiltration, stealth, and gradual encroachment—and this is what you get in return? I went to great lengths to create cracks and conceal your presence, and this is all I got in return?"

The voice paused for a moment, as if suppressing anger.

"That's enough."

"Now that we've been exposed, there's no point in continuing to create chaos within the Nanyang Alliance. The Nanyang Alliance is just a small entity, and its impact on the overall situation is negligible."

"Now withdraw all the Martial Saint-level humans under your control back to the Heavenly Cave. As for the other levels of martial artists and legions, let them fight to the death to cover the retreat; there's no need to bring them back."

"We will reduce humanity's strength by even a fraction..."

The sound disappeared.

The communication crystal shattered into powder, which fell softly from between the fingers of the eighth-tier alien.

The gray, hazy space fell silent once again.

A few breaths later, the Mind Flayer spoke first: "Execute the Lord's orders."

Its sound was flat.

His eerie green pupils slowly closed, and his spiritual power, like an invisible spider web, pierced through the cracks and spread in all directions.

The other ninth-tier alien beings also closed their eyes at the same time.

Each mental command travels hundreds or thousands of miles, entering the minds of the human martial saints controlled by them.

......

Nanyang Alliance, Jinjia Kingdom.

Two figures are colliding fiercely in the sky above the capital.

Chachai, the Martial Saint of the Golden Kingdom, was at the early stage of Martial Saint. He held a golden longsword in his hand, with blade light crisscrossing.

His opponent was Basong, another martial saint from the Kingdom of Jinjia.

He was also at the early stage of Martial Saint and wielded a long sword, but a faint green light flickered deep within his eyes.

"Basong!"

Chachai forced his opponent back with a single strike, his beard and hair standing on end, his voice filled with anxiety and anger.

"Wake up, you bastard! You are the Martial Saint who protects the nation of Jinjia! Not a puppet of some foreign race!"

Basong did not respond.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were empty, and he brought down his long sword again.

Chachai gritted his teeth and blocked, and the two were locked in combat once again.

Chatchai's cultivation level was slightly higher than Basong's, but he dared not use lethal force.

The person in front of him was his old brother who had fought alongside him for decades, from venturing into the secret realm of the Heavenly Cave together in their youth to guarding the Heavenly Cave together later.

He couldn't bring himself to do it, given their decades-long friendship.

Just then.

Basong's movements suddenly paused.

The eerie green light in his eyes flickered violently a few times, then he suddenly forced Chachai back with a slash and flew away into the distance.

"Basong!"

Chachai was stunned for a moment.

Then his expression changed drastically, and he quickly chased after them.

But Basong was too fast, burning his spiritual energy recklessly as he fled, and Chatchai couldn't catch up at all.

"Basong! You fucking stop right there!"

Chachai's voice echoed in the air, sounding somewhat hoarse.

But it didn't work.

Basong's figure receded into the distance, speeding towards the direction of Posa State.

The same scene was playing out simultaneously in various parts of the Nanyang Alliance.

Lanwa, Johor, and Wan Dao.

Those martial saints who were being controlled simultaneously stopped fighting and turned to flee.

Some were stopped, while others successfully escaped the battlefield.

As for those martial saints who were not under control, they were caught in a dilemma: should they pursue them or not?

Their eyes were red, and their fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

What made them even more desperate were the controlled warrior legions.

From the most basic Martial Apprentice level to the highest Martial Venerable level... tens of thousands of martial artists simultaneously went mad with the eerie green light in their eyes.

They stopped defending or retreating.

Instead, they charged at their former comrades like madmen, fighting a desperate battle to save each other.

"Try to keep them under control! Don't kill them!"

A martial arts master from the Nanyang Alliance roared the order, his voice trembling.

"These are all our people! They're just being controlled!"

Upon hearing this, the other martial artists gritted their teeth and charged forward.

Several people worked together to subdue one.

But the controlled warriors were not afraid of death at all, and the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood.

......

More than half an hour later.

The night sky above the Kingdom of Jinjia was as thick as ink.

A colossal purple creature swooped down from the clouds.

Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sky and the moon.

Its 600-meter-tall form casts a huge shadow over the capital.

The shadowy creature folded its wings and landed on a main road. Its two giant claws crushed the asphalt, and cracks spread out like a spider web.

Chen Yuan floated down from the shadowy back.

Chen Tianling led ten Holy Dragon Guards to leap down in unison, with Shadow Blade and Netherworld Fiend on either side.

Without Chen Yuan giving the order, the eleven Holy Dragon Guards simultaneously released their Holy Might, while Shadow Blade and Netherworld Fiend also released their auras.

The eleven holy mights, along with the oppressive aura of two beasts of the ninth rank or higher, pressed down on the entire city like a mountain.

Chaos was everywhere in sight.

The streets were littered with corpses and bloodstains, collapsed buildings were billowing black smoke, and the sounds of explosions caused by the collision of spiritual energy could be heard in the distance.

The controlled martial artists and the official martial artists were fighting each other, and it was impossible to tell who was who. The only way to tell was by the eerie green light in the eyes of those martial artists.

The situation at the embassy was even worse than Lin Zhengtang had described.

The outer defensive array has been breached, and the array base is shattered on the ground.

The local garrison's defenses collapsed completely, leaving only a few scattered warriors from the Jinja Kingdom still resisting by relying on the terrain.

The main gate of the embassy building is deformed, with knife marks and fist marks all over the door panel, and it is about to collapse.

In front of the main building.

Lin Zhengtang stood with his back to the gate, his armor tattered and worn.

There were seven or eight other people standing beside him.

The embassy military attaché, the head of the guard, and the two female secretaries were all holding weapons.

There were also several warriors dressed in Jinjia Kingdom military uniforms.

They were likely remnants of the local garrison who had been scattered and gathered together.

Everyone carries wounds.

There are at least three hundred controlled militants besieging the embassy.

They ranged from Grand Martial Masters to Martial Venerables, all with a uniform, shimmering green light in their eyes.

Lin Zhengtang cleaved a Grandmaster who charged at him in two with a single slash, his chest heaving violently.

He was a diplomat who came from a civil service background, and his cultivation level was only at the peak of the Martial King realm. He had only managed to hold on until now by sheer willpower.

"Old Lin."

The captain of the guard coughed up blood, his voice hoarse.

"I probably won't be able to hold out much longer. I'll rush up and use my secret technique to self-destruct to buy you a few seconds. You take your comrades and retreat through the back door."

"Bullshit!"

Lin Zhengtang didn't even turn his head.

"Lord Chen said that reinforcements will arrive soon, and no one is allowed to die before he arrives!"

The captain of the guard gave a wry smile and said nothing more.

It's not that I don't believe it.

But they simply couldn't hold on any longer...

Just then.

A divine might descended from the sky!

It's not a single path, but a whole area.

The late-stage Martial God's divine might was mixed with eleven holy mights and the aura of two strange beasts, like a ten-thousand-foot-high mountain crashing into the lake.

The more than three hundred controlled martial artists who were frantically attacking froze in their tracks at the same instant.

It's not that they want to stop.

That oppressive force pressed their bodies directly to the ground!

More than 300 people all lay down.

Everyone in the embassy, ​​including the few remaining soldiers from the Kingdom of Jinja, was stunned by this shocking scene.

Then they saw the figure emerging from the darkness.

Silver-white armor, a young face.

He was surrounded by a pale golden divine light.

Chen Yuan!

Lin Zhengtang's eyes welled up with tears, and he almost lost his balance.

He held onto the knife, barely managing to straighten his back, and bowed deeply to Chen Yuan.

"Chief Chen! The embassy guards, along with friendly forces from the Kingdom of Jinjia, greet Chief Chen!"

The wounded military officers and guards behind him straightened their backs and saluted with their last bit of strength.

The remaining soldiers from the Jinjia Kingdom also quickly followed suit and saluted.

Chen Yuan walked up to Lin Zhengtang.

He glanced at the deep, bone-revealing wound on the left arm, then looked at the shocking laceration on the captain of the guard's chest.

Raise your hand.

A pale golden light, symbolizing the renewal of all things, emanated from his palm, splitting into seven or eight beams that precisely struck each of the wounded.

Lin Zhengtang felt a warm current flow into his body, and the wound on his left arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The newly formed granulation tissue grows and wriggles.

In just a few seconds, only a faint red mark remained.

The captain of the guard's chest laceration also healed in a matter of breaths, with the broken ribs automatically reconnecting without leaving a scar.

Inside the embassy.

The Xia people who saw this through the broken window were silent for a few seconds before bursting into suppressed cheers.

More than two thousand people were crammed into various rooms, and everyone wore the same expression on their faces.

saved!

"It's Lord Chen! Lord Chen has come to save us!"

Lin Zhengtang felt the spiritual energy that had been replenished in his body, and then looked at his completely healed left arm. His lips moved several times.

He served as ambassador to the Nanyang Alliance for many years and had countless dealings with political figures from various countries.

They had long since developed the ability to remain calm and composed in the face of adversity.

But at that moment he realized that his language reserves were completely insufficient.

"Chief Chen, your subordinate..."

"Alright."

Chen Yuan waved his hand and turned around.

on the square.

The Holy Dragon Guards have already subdued all three hundred-plus controlled martial artists.

One after another, spiritual energy shackles flew out from the palms, firmly binding the hands and feet of those martial artists.

Those at the Martial Venerable level should be entangled several more times.

Anyone below the Martial Emperor level can be bound at will.