High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Then he laughed.

There was no anger or resentment in that smile, only an indescribable bitterness.

"Cangxuan Invincible... utter nonsense..."

The last word fell.

His head turned into a fine layer of ash, which was blown away into the air by the mountain wind.

From beginning to end.

From the moment the hammer shattered to the moment the person completely disappeared, only a few breaths had passed.

But for everyone present, those few breaths felt longer than a lifetime!

Silence reigned over the ruins.

The Crimson Cloud Demon Emperor knelt on the ground, his wolf mouth dry as if it were stuffed with sand.

He had just thought he could hold off the other person.

I understand now.

He couldn't even stop one ten-thousandth of the other person's breath.

One breath and a half-immortal is dead... No, Xiao Kuangyun is now only one step away from becoming the legendary Red Dust Immortal of the Cangxuan Realm, a figure that has been passed down for ten thousand years!

It was blown away in one breath, leaving not a single speck of dust.

The wings of the giant eagle demon king kept trembling.

It's not just a shake.

Instead, it kept shaking.

Its entire enormous body trembled and shook.

"This...this is the work of a celestial being..."

The giant skeletal lizard king's teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a clicking sound.

He wanted to stop but couldn't control himself at all.

The Black Wind Demon King buried his face firmly in the rubble, his entire face was buried.

I wish I could burrow my whole body into a crack in the rock.

The Blood Wolf Demon King fared even worse.

He was so frightened that he couldn't even tremble, and just lay there stiffly on the ground.

Like a puddle of mud.

As for those low-level demonic beasts, needless to say.

The situation wasn't much better for the human race.

Yingyi knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the gravel, his back completely soaked with cold sweat.

His path of killing had made him accustomed to corpses and blood.

He believed his will was harder than black iron.

But what he just witnessed made him realize for the first time what true fear is.

It's not that I'm afraid of dying.

Instead, you see someone in front of you.

He watched, fully conscious, as his body gradually crumbled into pieces.

He was fully conscious from beginning to end, yet he couldn't do anything.

This kind of death... is ten thousand times more terrifying than being torn to pieces.

Zhao Xingkong's dagger fell to the ground, but he didn't even have the courage to pick it up.

Xiao Tieyi was trembling all over; he was Xiao Kuangyun's distant nephew.

I grew up listening to stories about Xiao Kuangyun.

He believed that no one in the world could defeat Xiao Kuangyun.

But now.

His invincible distant uncle.

It was blown to ashes in one breath.

One breath!

The other human warriors kneeling on the ground were in no better shape.

Some people's teeth chattered, some people's hands and feet went weak, and some people pressed their foreheads firmly to the ground, afraid to lift their heads.

Liu Qingsong closed his eyes.

His lips trembled for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Xiao the Madman, oh Xiao the Madman... I told you to kneel, but you wouldn't... Now it's too late for you to kneel..."

The swordsman in the green robe knelt on the ground, one hand gripping the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white.

He considered himself to have mastered the art of swordsmanship.

No more than ten people in the entire Cangxuan Realm could withstand a single sword strike from him.

But what he just witnessed made him deeply understand what a gap truly meant.

It's not a difference in swordsmanship, nor a difference in cultivation level, but a difference in the level of life!

Someone can kill a fortune teller with just a breath.

Even if he wields his sword with dazzling skill, what good will it do?

A rogue martial artist knelt on the ground.

The sounds were all jumbled up.

"What kind of technique did the immortal just use...?"

Another rogue cultivator next to him buried his face in the ground.

"Don't ask... I want to know too..."

At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

Is this the power of an immortal?

He blew Xiao Kuangyun to death with one breath.

Keep him in a conscious state.

He watched helplessly as his body crumbled into pieces, unable to do anything about it.

This method is no longer a matter of whether it is powerful or not; it's that they can't even understand it!

No wonder none of the powerful figures from the Cangxuan Realm have ever returned after ascending to immortality.

If they could go to such places and see such things, who would want to go back to this godforsaken, impoverished backwater!

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless.

He had only one thought in his mind.

This guy named Xiao Kuangyun has just played too many low-level games.

He relied on his superior talent, strength, and physical prowess.

He thought he could fight against real powerhouses just because he was invincible in the Cangxuan Realm.

He didn't know what a true god was, what a law was, or what dimensional crushing was.

This is because they've been in the well for too long.

They mistook the well opening for the horizon.

Just because you killed a few insects doesn't mean you're the king of beasts.

Yeah.

That's why he saved himself a lot of trouble.

At least we can learn from the fate of this martial arts fanatic.

His identity is now confirmed, and no one dares to provoke him easily anymore.

However, Xiao Kuangyun's fate served as a reminder to him.

He is currently invincible in this Cangxuan Realm.

But on this planet, there is an upper realm whose strength is completely unknown.

How powerful are the immortals in the upper realm?

True God level? Or Eternal True God? Or something even higher?

he does not know.

Xiao Kuangyun's tragedy lies in the fact that he thought he was very strong, but he didn't know what kind of existence he was facing.

And he, Chen Yuan... must not make the same mistake.

We must not be careless before we have figured out the details of the upper realm!

Chen Yuan snapped out of his thoughts.

His gaze swept over the human warriors and demon beasts still kneeling on the ground below.

He spoke slowly.

"I have no interest in the grudges between humans and demons. I am merely passing through this realm and making a temporary stop. You can continue living your lives as before."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried an undeniable calmness.

Upon hearing this, the monsters felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

The Crimson Cloud Demon Emperor nearly collapsed to the ground; the human immortal lords were not interfering in the affairs of the Cangxuan Realm!

Monsters won't be wiped out!

No!

He wanted to kowtow ten times on the spot, but he was a little dizzy.

The thoughts of the human warriors varied.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, some had regret in their eyes, but others' eyes began to light up.

A celestial lord will be staying temporarily in the Cangxuan Realm.

What does this mean?

It signifies an opportunity!

Occasionally, when the immortal lord is in a good mood, he might throw down some pointers, some pills, or some cultivation techniques.

Even in the Cangxuan Realm, they would be priceless treasures!

Even if you don't teach anything.

Just by being able to gaze at the immortal abode where the other person resides from afar every day, one might be able to glean some insights!

Chen Yuan didn't look at them again.

He raised his hand.

With a casual wave of his hand, a soft, pale golden light surged from his palm and soared into the sky.

The ball of light unfolded silently under the blue sky, like a drop of ink falling into clear water.

Golden ripples spread out in concentric circles.

Where the ripples spread, the clouds automatically parted to make way.

then.

An island slowly materialized from the void.

The island is neither too big nor too small, spanning several miles in circumference, and floats above the clouds.

There is a verdant lake on the island, and in the center of the lake stands a small white jade pavilion, surrounded by unknown spiritual herbs.

Several ancient pine trees on the edge of the island peek out from the shore, their trunks entwined with pale golden vines.

Sunlight shines on the island.

A layer of shimmering golden light spread across the surface of the lake, and the entire island floated quietly in the air.

It neither rises nor falls, it remains still and unwavering.

A white jade staircase hangs down from the edge of the island and extends into the air, with clouds and mist swirling on both sides of the staircase.

The faint sound of birdsong could be heard.

They created the island by waving their hands.

The demonic beasts and human warriors kneeling on the ground were all stunned.

The Crimson Cloud Demon Emperor's narrowed wolf eyes widened.

To create a celestial palace in the sky with a wave of one's hand—such a method... such a method he couldn't even imagine!

The short knife that Zhao Xingkong had just picked up fell to the ground again.

Fortunately, it didn't hit my foot this time.

Xiao Tieyi tilted his head back.

He struggled to move his lips for a long time before finally managing to utter two words.

"A sage... his methods..."

Liu Qingsong stroked his beard, and with a tremor of his hand, he tore off a tuft.

They didn't even care about the pain.

My mind is filled with that golden light from just now.

Yingyi knelt on the ground and muttered to himself, "This really is a Celestial Lord..."