High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Emperor Wudao stood in the void, his body covered in blood.

The arrogance was gone from his dark golden vertical pupils, leaving only coldness and madness.

It cannot die yet.

It also needs to devour the will of Blue Star, break through to the True God Realm, and lead the God Race back to its peak. It absolutely cannot die at the hands of this native!

But this sword formation is too terrifying now.

A few more sword strikes and it will surely die.

Once Chen Yuan kills it, the million-strong divine army won't be able to escape either.

Rather than have the entire army wiped out.

Perhaps...

Di Wudao's eyes went completely mad.

It suddenly raised its head, and its voice exploded throughout the entire sword formation.

"All troops, heed my command!"

"All things return to their origin!"

The roar was so powerful it made the night sky tremble.

The eight elders of the Divine Race, who were engaged in a fierce battle with Chen Yuan's clone, froze simultaneously.

"What?!"

Shen Wuwang suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Di Wudao.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

All things return to their origin?

The God Lord has actually been forced to this point?

Is that formation really so powerful that even the God Lord can't break it?

The other elders also stopped, their eyes filled with shock.

The eight people exchanged glances.

They both saw the resolve in each other's eyes.

"The time has come to serve God."

Shen Wuwang took a deep breath.

The eight people joined forces to force back Chen Yuan's clone, and then turned around to face Di Wudao.

at the same time.

Inside the void barrier.

The million-strong army of gods also ceased its attack.

The Protoss elites who were frantically bombarding the barrier seemed to have been put on pause.

Everyone fell silent.

Then they all knelt down on both knees, facing the direction of Di Wudao.

In the pupils of every god, a fervent loyalty burned.

Shen Wuwang spoke first, his voice almost frantic with devotion.

"I am willing to offer everything for God!"

May God ascend to the highest heaven!

The seven elders behind him followed in unison.

"May God's might shake the heavens!"

Within the void barrier, a million-strong army of gods shouted in unison.

May the God conquer all worlds!

The sounds converged into a torrent, echoing continuously in the night sky.

next moment.

All the gods' bodies simultaneously emitted a dazzling golden light.

It started with the eight elders.

Shen Wuwang's body transformed into countless golden specks of light and dissipated into the void.

Next came the other seven elders, followed by the million-strong army of gods.

One after another.

One after another...

The densely packed army of gods resembled paper figures on fire.

Everything turned into golden specks of light.

The points of light coalesced into long golden rivers, flowing towards Emperor Wudao.

The defeated Chen Yuan clone stood in the distance with a furrowed brow.

What are these alien races doing?

"Whatever they're doing, stop them first!"

He was about to rush over.

Then he witnessed a scene that shocked him!

Just a second ago, the Protoss army was densely packed, filling the sky.

The next second... they all disappeared.

Not one left!

Only a vast river of golden light remained, surging wildly into Emperor Wudao's body.

Chen Yuan, standing in the center of the formation, watched this scene with his eyes widening slightly, and couldn't help but swear.

"Holy crap."

"Sacrifice ritual?"

"Sacrificing a teammate grants boundless power?"

Emperor Wudao's aura began to surge.

The limit of half-step true god.

It's still rising!

An overwhelming pressure that made the entire space tremble erupt from its body.

True God Realm!

Although it was only a temporary breakthrough, he was unable to master the exclusive techniques of the True God Realm.

But that power was truly at the True God Realm!

Chen Yuan's expression became completely serious.

The God-Slaying Sword Formation can kill powerful enemies beyond its level, but can it kill a genuine god?

He hadn't tried it yet and wasn't sure what to expect.

His gaze fell upon the imposing Di Wudao.

"Perfect, I'll use you to test the true power of the God-Slaying Sword Formation combined with the Four God-Slaying Swords!"

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a streak of black light and flew back to its original body.

The two stood side by side.

Seeing this, Shadow's small eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

"Boss! I'll help too!"

It struggled to fly over.

Chen Yuan didn't even turn his head.

"Step back."

"You can't get involved in a battle of this level. Go somewhere far away and take some medicine to heal your wounds."

The shadowy figure grew anxious.

How could it desert in such a crucial moment?

"But boss..."

"No buts."

Chen Yuan's tone left no room for argument.

"Execute the command."

Youying opened its mouth and glanced at the oppressive aura emanating from Di Wudao that made its soul tremble.

He gritted his teeth.

"Boss, watch out!"

After saying that, it turned and flew away into the distance.

He kept stuffing healing pills into his mouth as he flew.

His small eyes were filled with resentment.

But it knew that the leader was right.

In a battle of this level, a mere early-stage Martial God rushing in would be suicide.

In the void.

Emperor Wudao stood in the center of the sky filled with golden light.

The life essence of a million people was absorbed into its body, and its aura reached an unprecedented peak.

But it saw no joy, only sorrow.

Deep sorrow.

A million-strong army, eight elders.

The wealth accumulated by the gods over tens of thousands of years... is all gone.

They were forced into this situation by a native of Earth.

How utterly unsuccessful it was to be a god.

Di Wudao raised his head, his dark golden vertical pupils staring intently at Chen Yuan.

"Chen Yuan".

"You're fine."

"It's really good."

Its voice was hoarse, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between its teeth.

"I have lived for tens of thousands of years and have never been defeated by an opponent of the same level."

"Not to mention a native whose cultivation level is even lower than mine."

"You... are the first one."

The words fell.

An extremely terrifying divine pressure erupted from its body.

The purple-gold light turned the entire night sky into daylight, and the surrounding space shattered and healed repeatedly under this oppressive force!

Di Wudao gripped the Didao Sword tightly.

The cracks on the sword were instantly repaired by the infusion of life essence, and the light was more than ten times more dazzling than before.

It poured all its strength into the sword.

The sword began to tremble.

It emits a piercing buzzing sound.

"This sword."

"Farewell to our million-strong divine race!"

Di Wudao gripped his sword with both hands and slashed down at Chen Yuan.

"die!"

A purple-gold sword beam, tens of thousands of feet long, tore through the void.

Wherever it passed, space shattered.

This sword strike was more than ten times more powerful than the previous one!

Chen Yuan took a deep breath.

"Looks like we have to go all out!"

Simultaneously form hand seals with the clone.

The power of the main body and the clone surged into the God-Slaying Sword Formation at the same time.

The entire array shone brightly.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword, Earth-Slaying Sword, Soul-Slaying Sword, and Life-Slaying Sword all emitted a resounding sword cry at the same time.

The four swords clashed in mid-air.

It's not about condensing into a giant sword, but about four swords becoming one!

The sharpness of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, the weight of the Earth-Slaying Sword, the unpredictability of the Soul-Slaying Sword, and the decisiveness of the Life-Slaying Sword—the characteristics of the four swords are perfectly integrated at this moment!

It transformed into an ancient longsword whose entire body shimmered with four colors of light!

The sword is no more than three feet long.

But the aura it emitted caused the sky within a thousand miles to tremble.

The Four Godslayer Swords, combined into one form.

Chen Yuan raised his hand.

He grasped the four-colored longsword.

The power of both the main body and the clone was poured into the sword at this moment.

"go."

He let go.

The four-colored longswords transformed into a streak of light, meeting the boundless sword light of the tyrannical Emperor.

The two attacks collided in the void.

There was no loud noise as I had imagined, only deathly silence.

Followed by.

A beam of light, even more dazzling than the sun, exploded!