High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Chen Yuan looked down at the man carrying the sledgehammer, and his lips twitched slightly.

This arrogant and ignorant person who dared to stick his neck out actually saved him a lot of trouble.

He was just thinking of using some more tricks.

This made the group of people even more convinced.

it's good now.

When you're feeling sleepy, someone brings you a pillow.

At this moment, several people kneeling on the ground around them had faces as white as paper.

An elderly man with white hair and beard raised his head from the crowd.

He is Liu Qingsong, an elder of the Enforcement Hall of the Yunlan Sect, who has met Xiao Kuangyun a few times.

"Xiao the Madman!"

Liu Qingsong's voice was trembling.

"Are you crazy?! This is a Celestial Lord! A Celestial Lord from the Upper Realm!"

"Kneel down immediately! Apologize to the Immortal Lord!"

the other direction.

The swordsman in blue robes from the Wuji Sword Sect couldn't help but speak up as well.

"Brother Xiao."

"Immortals must not be insulted."

"Your talent is indeed rare throughout the ages, but the opponent before you is no match for the Cangxuan Realm."

"They are immortals from the upper realm!"

"Don't risk your life!"

Xiao Tieyi, the captain of the Dark Eagle Guard, also raised his head.

"Senior Xiao!"

"I'm begging you! Kneel down!"

"We know how many fights you've been in your life, but this one is truly different!"

Another Celestial Realm martial artist from the Northern Yan Dynasty also shouted.

"Xiao Kuangyun! Don't be reckless!"

"How dare you be so insolent before a celestial lord!"

Xiao Kuangyun listened to these repeated attempts at persuasion.

Instead of restraining himself, he became even more arrogant and laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter shook the leaves off the surrounding trees, causing them to fall in a rustling sound.

He lowered his head, and the fighting spirit burning in his tiger-like eyes intensified.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake?"

"Who have I ever knelt before in my life?"

"I kneel to heaven, I kneel to earth, I kneel to my teacher, but I will never kneel to any damned immortal!"

He hoisted the sledgehammer back onto his shoulder, his thick neck held high.

"You people."

"After a lifetime of cultivation, he's lost all his fighting spirit."

"Kneel before immortals, cower before the strong."

"I'm different."

He extended his other hand.

He poked his chest with his thumb.

"My greatest wish in this life is to fight a true strongman."

"I won, I've made a profit."

"I accept defeat."

"Even if I die at the hands of an immortal, that's still my fate! It's worth it!"

He became more and more excited as he talked.

Spit glistened in the sunlight.

"To witness the power of the immortals from the upper realm before I die."

"This is the most glorious moment of my life!"

"You bunch of spineless cowards, what do you know!"

Those around him who were trying to persuade him all shut their mouths.

"Sigh...why seek your own death..." Liu Qingsong sighed, lowered his head, and said no more.

He knew Xiao Kuangyun's temper.

This guy is crazy; the more you try to persuade him, the more excited he gets.

His life... is likely to end here today.

Xiao Tieyi's fists were clenched so tightly they turned white, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The swordsman in green from the Wuji Sword Sect shook his head slightly and withdrew his sorrowful gaze.

Xiao Kuangyun will definitely die a miserable death later.

In the center of the ruins.

Chen Yuan looked at Xiao Kuangyun's battle-ready appearance, but his expression didn't change much.

He gently brushed his sleeve.

Then he slowly blew a breath in Xiao Kuangyun's direction.

"call."

It really was just a breath.

The movement was so light it was as if he were blowing a speck of dust off his sleeve.

It barely made a sound, like a gentle breeze brushing against willow leaves.

Xiao Kuangyun was holding a large hammer.

Seeing Chen Yuan's action, his rugged eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

"What do you mean by that?"

His voice was clearly filled with confusion.

"Blow a breath?"

"Does the Immortal Lord look down on me, Xiao?"

He slammed the sledgehammer to the ground with a loud clang.

"Since the Immortal Lord is unwilling to make the first move, then I, Xiao, will not hold back!"

"Take this!"

He kicked his legs.

The rubble beneath his feet exploded into a shockwave, sending him soaring into the sky.

But his movements froze as soon as he jumped up.

It's not that I can't jump anymore.

Instead, it felt like the whole person was being gripped by an invisible giant hand!

From toes to hair, from skin to bone, from soul to consciousness... everything was frozen in mid-air.

He remained in that position, holding the hammer with both hands.

One foot is standing in the void, while the other foot is still pushing upwards.

The arrogant smile from before was still on his face.

But that smile was slowly freezing.

"What...is going on..."

Xiao Kuangyun's voice was squeezed out with difficulty from his throat.

He wanted to move but couldn't, and when he tried to speak, he found his tongue was stiff!

He tried his best to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body.

But the spiritual energy seemed to be frozen into ice, and it couldn't be activated at all.

Then he saw the large hammer in his hand.

The hammer that had been with him for decades began to be covered with fine cracks.

The cracks started at the hammerhead and spread down the handle.

It crawled over his fingers, wrists, and arms.

With a soft "crack," the hammerhead shattered into pieces.

It neither exploded nor shattered.

Instead, it's like a piece of paper burned to ashes, scattered by the wind.

The shattered fragments turned into even finer powder in mid-air as soon as they left the hammerhead.

Then even the powder disappeared.

They vanished completely, as if they had never existed.

Next is the hammer handle.

Starting from the very tip, it turned into ashes inch by inch, and those ashes scattered in the air without leaving a single speck of dust.

Xiao Kuangyun's pupils contracted sharply.

He tried to shout, but no sound came out of his throat.

Then he saw his own fingers.

The fingers gripping the hammer handle were slowly turning into fragments.

First the skin cracked, then the flesh disintegrated, and then even the bones shattered.

The fragments peeled off his fingers.

It drifted away in the air and vanished into nothingness.

He cannot feel pain.

There was no pain, no numbness, and not even any sensation.

I just watched helplessly as my finger disappeared, like a sand sculpture blown away by the wind.

Then there's his wrist.

His forearm, his elbow, his shoulder...

Piece by piece, inch by inch, bit by bit, his body was moving at an extremely slow pace.

It disintegrated little by little while he was fully conscious.

Xiao Kuangyun's eyes widened.

In those usually arrogant and unruly tiger eyes, an unprecedented look of horror finally surfaced.

He now understood that the white-robed man with an otherworldly air was neither looking down on him nor trying to be mysterious.

The other person just blew a breath, really just a breath.

A single breath that reduced him to ashes...

He tried to force a bitter smile, but half of his lips were already broken.

His body continued to disintegrate.

From his shoulders down to his chest, and from his chest down to his waist and abdomen, he could clearly feel his heart being exposed to the air.

Then the heart began to shatter, and finally even the shattered fragments turned into nothingness.

He remained conscious throughout the entire process.

Until his lower body completely disappeared, his vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

Xiao Kuangyun used up his last bit of consciousness.

Her lips moved slightly, and her voice was so faint it was like a mosquito's buzz.

But above this desolate ruin.

Every word was crystal clear.

"So... I was the ant all along..."