High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Chen Tianling walked back from the square.

Behind him, more than three hundred controlled martial artists were tightly bound by spiritual energy shackles, lying haphazardly on the ground.

"Boss, we've taken them all. Two early-stage Martial Venerables, six Martial Emperors, more than ten Martial Kings, and the rest are Grandmasters or below."

Chen Yuan nodded.

He strode toward the bound warriors.

Lin Zhengtang followed closely behind him, his gaze fixed on the faces of the martial artists, his brows furrowed in worry.

These are warriors from the Kingdom of Jinjia.

Just moments before they were frantically attacking the embassy, ​​but now they were tied to the ground, their faces expressionless.

His eyes were vacant, his pupils unfocused, as if his soul had been ripped out.

Bloodstains from the previous fight still clung to the corners of his mouth, but he remained motionless, his breathing extremely faint.

"Chief Chen," Lin Zhengtang couldn't help but speak.

"Is there any way to save these people? They were also controlled by the alien race; they weren't traitors themselves."

Chen Yuan did not answer.

Squat down.

He placed his palm on the head of a martial artist from the Golden Kingdom who was at the early stage of Martial Venerable.

A pale golden light, symbolizing the rejuvenation of all things, emanated from the palm of his hand and seeped into the other person's consciousness like warm water.

At the same time, a pale golden light shone again in the depths of his eyes.

Eye of the Void, open!

The martial artist's sea of ​​consciousness was completely exposed under his gaze.

At the center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

A pale green light was hovering there, like a viscous paste covering the entire core of consciousness.

Countless tiny tentacles extended from the edge of the light, plunging deep into the sea of ​​consciousness and intertwining with the warrior's soul.

The structure is not quite the same as the seed he had previously removed from Smith's brain.

That seed was planted, and although its root system was deep, it was relatively independent.

This eerie green light seemed to directly occupy the sea of ​​consciousness, squeezing the martial artist's own consciousness into a corner and taking its place.

Chen Yuan made a judgment in his mind.

Seeds are latent and infiltrated, while this is a direct takeover and control.

The methods may differ, but the essence is the same.

The moment the power of rejuvenation touched that pale green light, the light began to struggle violently.

Those tiny tentacles writhed wildly, trying to burrow deeper into the sea of ​​consciousness.

But the power of spring's renewal enveloped it, and the tentacles melted away one by one.

The pale green light struggled for a few moments.

Finally, with a "pop," it shattered and vanished into nothingness...

At the same instant.

Lanwa Kingdom, Posa Province, deep within the rift.

The Mind Flayer had its eyes closed.

It senses the puppets it controls through its mental network.

suddenly.

Its eerie green pupils snapped open, and its head throbbed with a sharp, piercing pain, as if it had been pricked by needles.

"What's wrong?"

The half-step tenth-level expert around him frowned and asked.

The Mind Flayer did not answer, his withered fingers pressing tightly against his temples, a hint of horror flashing in his eerie green pupils.

Just a moment ago.

It lost its connection to the puppets in the capital of the Kingdom of Jinjia!

It wasn't that the puppet was killed; it could sense that it was killed as well.

Instead, the control was forcibly released, and the method of release was extremely brutal, directly tearing a small hole in its mental network!

who is it?

The Kingdom of Jinjia has no experts of this caliber. Neither does the Nanyang Alliance.

This is something that can be done on Earth...

A name surfaced in the Mind Flayer's mind.

That human who killed the Ice Abyss Dragon and looted multiple Heavenly Caves.

Chen Yuan.

How did he end up here?

Shouldn't he be in the Great Xia Kingdom or the Kingdom of America? Why is he in the Nanyang Alliance?

The Mind Flayer's eerie green pupils throbbed violently, and its withered fingers trembled slightly.

It suppressed its horror and closed its eyes again.

The mental network rapidly contracted, suppressing the aura of all the puppets still under its control to a minimum.

At the same time, all perception of the direction of the Kingdom of Jinjia was cut off, and that area was completely blocked.

Regardless of why Chen Yuan is here, the most important thing now is to protect the remaining puppets.

In front of the embassy in the Kingdom of Jinjia.

The Jin Jia Kingdom warrior, who was at the early stage of Martial Venerable, gradually regained focus in his previously blank eyes.

He blinked.

The emptiness in his pupils disappeared, replaced by a blank stare.

He looked down at the spiritual energy shackles binding him, then looked up at the young man in front of him wearing silver-white armor.

He opened his mouth.

"I...I'm..."

A sharp pain surged in my mind, and fragments of memories from the time I was under control flooded back.

Fighting alongside comrades, storming embassies, and launching frenzied attacks on their own country's defenses.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant.

My lips started to tremble.

"An alien race...it's the alien race that's controlling me..."

He looked up at Chen Yuan and said in a trembling, broken Xia language, "You saved me? You are... Chen Yuan, the guardian deity of the Great Xia Kingdom? Chen the Martial God?"

Chen Yuan withdrew his hand, stood up, and said calmly, "Get up if you've recovered. Don't lie on the ground pretending to be dead."

He waved to Chen Tianling.

Chen Tianling immediately understood and stepped forward to remove the spiritual energy shackles from the Martial Venerable's body.

Wu Zun staggered to his feet, moved his wrists which were numb from being bound, and then bowed deeply to Chen Yuan.

"Thank you, Venerable Chen, for saving my life."

"I...I attacked my comrades and even stormed your country's embassy...I..."

"When the alien race controlled you, what do you remember? How did you fall for their control?"

Wu Zun paused for a moment, trying hard to recall.

After a moment, he spoke: "Seven days ago, I led a patrol within the territory, and the monitoring station reported the discovery of a new small cave."

"I took some people to check it out, but before we even got close to the crack, we felt a very cold force enter our brains."

He paused, a hint of lingering fear showing on his face.

"And then...and then I don't know anything anymore."

"When I regained consciousness, it was now. The events of the past few days felt like a dream, hazy and indistinct. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't at all."

Chen Yuan was about to ask another question,

A whooshing sound suddenly came from the horizon.

A figure sped towards them from afar, its speed leaving a white trail in the air.

His figure landed on the square.

A middle-aged man wearing armor from the Kingdom of Jinjia was revealed.

At the early stage of the Martial Saint realm, he bore several wounds and was none other than Chachai, who had previously pursued Basong.

He was chasing Basong for half the time when the other party burned his spiritual power and fled, too fast for him to catch up with.

Just as he was preparing to return to the capital to organize defenses, he sensed a powerful pressure emanating from the direction of the embassy that made him tremble from the depths of his soul.

The pressure from a Martial God was not just a single point, but an entire area!

His first thought was that the alien race had sent reinforcements, and he almost turned and ran.

But then I thought about it again.

The aura of the alien race is not like this. Although this pressure is terrifying, it is upright and vast, completely different from the cold and decaying aura of the alien race.

Chacha landed in the square.

The first thing I saw was the more than three hundred warriors from the Golden Kingdom who were bound by spiritual energy shackles.

Then came the eleven martial saints clad in identical armor, two terrifying beasts, and a giant purple beast that stood two meters tall even while lying on the ground.

At last.

His gaze fell on the young man who was surrounded by everyone in the middle.

He wore silver-white armor, had a young face, and was surrounded by a pale golden aura of divine power.

Chachai's pupils suddenly contracted.

Chen Yuan!

The first War God on Earth, and the Supreme Commander of the Human Alliance.

Chachai quickly stepped forward and stopped three steps away from Chen Yuan. He placed one hand on his chest and respectfully said in Xia Guoyu with a heavy accent, "Chachai, the Martial Saint of Jinjia Kingdom, greets Alliance Leader Chen."

"We were unaware of the Alliance Leader's presence and have failed to properly welcome you. Please forgive us!"

Chen Yuan glanced at him and said, "Get up."

Chachai stood up straight.

His gaze swept over the wrecked embassy and the more than three hundred bound Chinese martial artists, and he couldn't hide the guilt on his face.

"Alliance Leader, this internal strife has affected the Great Xia Embassy and caused alarm to your compatriots. This is due to the inadequate defense of our Jinjia Kingdom."

"The incident happened far too suddenly. A large number of martial arts legions and high-ranking martial saints were simultaneously controlled by the alien race. We... were simply overwhelmed."

"On behalf of the Kingdom of Jinjia, I apologize to the Alliance Leader and my fellow citizens of Great Xia."

Chen Yuan waved his hand.

Chachai hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to speak: "Alliance Leader, when I was chasing Basong just now, I found that all the controlled Martial Saints were retreating in the same direction, Lanwa Kingdom, Posa Province."

"They did not do it willingly; their minds were controlled by the alien race. My Jinjia Kingdom has only three Martial Saints in total, and now I am the only one who is still conscious."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Leader, I know this request is presumptuous."

"But you are the only War God on Earth, and the Supreme Commander of the Human Alliance. Can... you save them?"

"As long as they can be saved, the entire Kingdom of Jinjia will be at the command of the Alliance Leader."

Done.

He bowed deeply again, bending his waist very low.

Chen Yuan did not answer immediately.

A pale golden light shone again in the depths of his eyes, and his Eye of the Void pierced through the night, looking towards the direction of Posa State.

The distance is too far to see the specific situation inside the crack.

But he could see that in the night sky over various parts of the Nanyang Alliance, extremely fine strands of spiritual energy were contracting toward Po Sa State.

One end of those silk threads was connected to the fleeing martial saints, while the other end all converged to the same point.

Po Sa Zhou, that celestial fissure!

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze, having made his judgment.

The seed in Smith's mind needs to be planted through close contact.

The control method for these puppets is more direct: remote mental connection.

But the essence is the same.

Once the source of the released mental energy is eliminated, all those who have been controlled will automatically recover.

It's much easier than treating them one by one.

Moreover, if we can destroy the plans of controlling so many martial saints and such a huge puppet network, we can try to get another system achievement.

Chen Yuan looked at Chachai.

"Give me the exact location where the alien race is hiding."

Chachai suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming with undisguised joy. Alliance Leader Chen had agreed!

"Yes! Yes! The monitoring station previously reported a newly discovered small chasm deep in the mountains of Pasir Ris.

"We didn't take it seriously at the time, and the Lanwa Kingdom only sent a regular army to deal with it. Now it seems that it wasn't a small celestial cave at all, but a disguise created by alien races!"

He quickly took out a crystal from his spatial ring and handed it to Chen Yuan with both hands.

"The coordinates are here, Alliance Leader, please take a look."

Chen Yuan took the crystal and scanned it with his divine sense.

The location is very detailed.

It was accurate to the specific coordinates.

He put away the crystal, turned around and walked towards the shadow, giving orders as he went.

"Tianling, you and the Holy Dragon Guard stay here and work with the Golden Garrison to subdue all the controlled martial artists."

"Shadowblade will also stay to assist Tianling and the compatriots in the embassy. Once the situation stabilizes, we will arrange for them to return to Great Xia."

Chen Tianling clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes."

Chen Yuan leaped onto the shadow's back.

The shadowy creature could no longer contain itself; its body swelled to six hundred meters, and its wings spread out to blot out the sky.

Without Chen Yuan's command, Ming Sha shrunk in size and jumped onto You Ying's back, squatting at Chen Yuan's feet.

"Chachai".

Chachai quickly stepped forward: "Alliance Leader, please give your orders."

"Settle things down here and relay the message to the other high-ranking members of the Nanyang Alliance."

"There's no need to chase those escaped martial saints; we can't catch them anyway. They'll recover naturally once I've dealt with things in Posa Prefecture."

Chachai nodded vigorously, placing one hand on his chest and speaking solemnly, "Rest assured, Alliance Leader, leave the capital to me. The Southeast Asian nations will forever remember your great kindness!"

Chen Yuan patted Youying on the back.

The purple behemoth flapped its wings and took to the air.

A massive blast of air sent dust billowing across the plaza, and the enormous figure streaked across the night sky as it sped toward the Kingdom of Lanwa.

Chachai stood in the square.

I looked up and watched the purple streak of light disappear into the horizon.

He only slowly withdrew his gaze when he could no longer see them.

He turned to look at the more than three hundred native warriors bound by spiritual energy shackles, then at the eleven Holy Dragon Guards with steady auras, and took a deep breath.

With Alliance Leader Chen personally taking action.

Basong and the others should be able to be rescued.