High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

"puff!"

Ye Qingcang spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed into the ground like a cannonball.

He struggled to get up.

But the shadowy figure had already landed in front of him, its enormous claws pressing down on his chest.

"Any last words?"

Youying looked down at him.

Ye Qingcang knew he couldn't escape.

He used his last bit of strength to activate the communication jade talisman in his hand.

The jade talisman transformed into a stream of light and soared into the sky.

It disappeared into the horizon.

"The message has been sent out..."

Ye Qingcang gave a bitter smile: "You...can't escape..."

"cut."

The shadowy figure crushed his chest with a single claw.

Then it opened its huge mouth and swallowed his corpse along with all his treasures.

It flicked its tail and sent a telepathic message to Chen Yuan.

"Boss, that guy sent the message out before he died."

Chen Yuan stood in the center of the sword formation and simply nodded indifferently upon hearing this.

"Let it get out of the news."

"The strength of the experts at the pinnacle of the cultivation realm on this continent is only so-so; we can kill as many as they come."

Inside the sword formation.

Ancestor Duan Kong witnessed Ye Qingcang being swallowed whole by Youying.

He was acting like he'd gone mad.

"Young Master Ye!!!"

He let out a heart-wrenching roar.

That's the sect leader of his Sky-Piercing Sword Sect! The successor he's personally nurtured for tens of thousands of years!

It was swallowed whole by that void behemoth!

Outside the sword formation.

Chen Yi and his group are currently massacring the elders and disciples of the Sky-Piercing Sword Sect.

Those inner disciples couldn't even withstand a single move from the Holy Dragon Guards, who were at the peak of the Fusion Realm.

The elders fought desperately, but the highest level of cultivation they had was only at the late stage of the Fusion Realm.

One by one, they fell into pools of blood.

The eyes of the Old Ancestor of Broken Void were completely covered by a strong killing intent.

The Sky-Supporting Sword Sect... is finished.

Even if they could kill Chen Yuan in front of them, the Sky-Supporting Sword Sect would be finished.

Countless disciples are being slaughtered, the sect leader has fallen, and most of the core elders have been killed or wounded.

He himself was also seriously injured and trapped in this damned sword formation.

The culprit behind all this is this outsider!

"Outsiders!!!"

Ancestor Duan Kong let out a deafening roar.

Then he pulled out his last card.

That is a forbidden technique.

It can forcibly raise one's cultivation level by two minor realms in a short period of time.

But the cost was equally heavy.

After casting this spell, one will fall into a period of weakness lasting ten thousand years, and one's primordial spirit will suffer permanent damage.

But now he can't care about that anymore.

He only wanted to kill the person in front of him.

"Burning Blood Forbidden Technique!!!"

Ancestor Duan Kong roared.

His vital essence began to burn wildly, and his aura surged upwards in stages.

Late stage of the Ultimate Realm!

The pinnacle of the ultimate realm!

Sensing the unprecedented power within his body, Ancestor Duan Kong raised his bloodshot eyes.

They locked onto Chen Yuan.

"Die!!!"

He held an ancient sword, and his entire being transformed into a beam of sword light that stretched for ten thousand feet.

He rushed towards Chen Yuan without regard for anything else.

"Fellow Daoist Duan Kong! No!"

Yun Taixu's expression changed drastically, and he quickly tried to stop him.

But the speed of the Ancestor of Broken Void was too fast.

It was too late to stop it.

Chen Yuan looked at the sword light rushing towards him.

He uttered two words in a low voice.

"You've got guts."

He waved his hand casually.

The four swords that slay the gods changed direction simultaneously, and the four sword lights merged into one.

It transformed into a massive sword light that pierced through the heavens and earth, slashing towards Ancestor Duan Kong.

The ten-thousand-foot sword light of the Broken Void Ancestor was like a straw hitting a mountain in front of this sword light.

It didn't even cause the slightest obstacle.

The sword light pierced through his body, running from his head to his feet.

Ancestor Duan Kong froze in mid-air.

The ancient sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and the armor on his body turned to ashes.

Then there's his own body.

A crack spread out from between the eyebrows.

The cracks are getting longer and more numerous.

Finally, he shattered into countless pieces, like a broken mirror!

In the middle stage of the Ultimate Realm, Immortal Lord Duan Kong.

Fallen!

The Four Godslayer Swords returned to their positions, continuing to maintain the Godslayer Sword Formation.

Fragments of the Broken Void Ancestor's most precious treasures fell from the sky.

Yun Taixu's eyes reddened as he watched this scene.

Another one died.

Fellow Daoist Duan Kong is also dead.

Yan Jiuxiao stared blankly at the spot where Old Ancestor Duan Kong had disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist Duan Kong..."

His voice was hoarse, as if he had a mouthful of sand.

The Fairy of Cold Moon gripped her cracked longsword tightly.

"He's gone too..."

For the first time, her voice carried a hint of sorrow.

Yun Taixu took a deep breath; now was not the time for grief.

The good news is that Ye Qingcang has already spread the message.

The bad news is... they might not last until reinforcements arrive.

He looked at Chen Yuan and spoke in a cold voice.

"Outsider, the news has already spread."

"It won't be long before all the experts at the pinnacle of the Jade Purity Continent arrive."

"You still have time to leave now."

"Otherwise, once everyone arrives, no matter how strong you are, you'll all die here!"

Chen Yuan smiled after hearing this.

"Now you know fear?"

He shook his head.

"Kill as many as they come, saving me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

The words fell.

He activated the Four Godslayer Swords once more.

The sword light within the sword formation became denser and more terrifying.

Yun Taixu knew he couldn't escape.

He gripped the Taixu Sword tightly and poured all the power within his body into it.

"Even if I die... I'll drag you down with me!"

He roared, and his entire body transformed into a sword light burning with the laws of time.

He rushed towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and fired a shot.

Dawnbreaker Ninth Form – Dawnbreaker! A strike that surpasses one's own limits!

The spear tip clashed with the Taixu Sword.

"boom!!!"

A blindingly bright light exploded.

The light dissipated.

Yun Taixu's Taixu Sword broke in two, while Chen Yuan's Dawn Spear pierced through his chest.

Yun Taixu looked down at the hole in his chest.

She looked up at Chen Yuan again.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You...are indeed very strong..."

After saying those four words.

His body, starting from his chest, gradually vanished into nothingness.

Taixu Immortal Lord, Yun Taixu.

The number one person in the Southern Region, at the peak of the Creation Realm.

Fallen!

Chen Yuan retrieved the Dawnbreaker Spear without even glancing at the spot where Yun Taixu had disappeared.

Yan Jiuxiao has completely lost his will to fight.

He turned to run, but the God-Slaying Sword Formation gave him no chance at all.

Four sword lights pierced through his body simultaneously.

The patriarch of the Azure Flame Sect, Yan Jiuxiao.

Fallen!

The Fairy of Cold Moon threw away the longsword of ice crystals that was already covered with cracks.

She closed her eyes, awaiting death.

A flash of sword light streaked across the sky.

The Old Ancestor of the Heavenly Frost Sword Pavilion, the Fairy Maiden of the Cold Moon.

Fallen!

Xiong Batian held the broken hammer handle.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.

"My life has been worthwhile... to die at the hands of such a strong opponent..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body was already torn to pieces by the sword light.

The Old Ancestor of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, Xiong Batian.

Fallen!

The remaining few experts at the pinnacle of their cultivation did not last long either.

The sword light within the sword formation harvested their lives like wheat being harvested.

One after another, in groups and in groups.

In a short while.

Of the thirteen experts at the pinnacle of their abilities, only one remained.

She was a beautiful female cultivator at the pinnacle of cultivation.

She wore a light purple dress and had a delicate face.

But at this moment, that delicate face was filled with fear.

She watched helplessly as one peak-level expert after another died before her eyes.

Seeing Yun Taixu pierced through by a spear, Yan Jiuxiao pierced by four sword lights at the same time, Han Yue Xiangu closing her eyes to await death, and Xiong Batian being torn to pieces... her psychological defenses completely collapsed.

After her last companion fell, she saw Chen Yuan's gaze fall on her.

His gaze was devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a dead person.

The female cultivator's legs went weak, and she knelt directly on the ground.

She was trembling all over.

"Please...please...don't kill me..." Her voice was choked with sobs.

Chen Yuan walked up to her and looked down at her.

"Weren't you quite assertive just now?"

He said it calmly.

"I remember you just said that the extraterrestrial demons are people who should be killed by everyone."

The female cultivator trembled.

She raised her head, revealing a pitiful expression.

Her delicate face was streaked with tears, which did indeed make her look somewhat alluring.

"My lord... please spare my life..."

She bit her lip and gently pulled open her collar.

A patch of white, smooth skin was revealed.

"I am willing to be your slave...to do anything for you..."

Her voice was soft and seductive, a stark contrast to her previous haughty demeanor.

They're willing to do anything to survive.

Chen Yuan looked at her like this and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"If you beg me, I might let you go."

A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in the female cultivator's eyes, and she kowtowed her head to the ground, making a loud thud.

"Please, Your Honor, spare my life! Please, Your Honor, spare this humble woman!"

"This humble woman is willing to serve you as a slave for the rest of my life!"

She raised her head, her eyes filled with a desperate desire to survive.

Chen Yuan nodded, then pierced her heart with a sword.

The female cultivator's eyes widened.

He looked down at the sword scar on his chest.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining her pale purple dress red.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but only spat out a few bloody bubbles.

"Why...why..."

Her voice was so soft it sounded like a mosquito buzzing.

Chen Yuan drew his Dawnbreaker Spear and said calmly, "I was just kidding. I'd kill you even if you begged me."

The female cultivator's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Its eyes were wide open.

She never understood why this outsider had no interest in her until her death.

Chen Yuan sheathed the Dawnbreaker Spear and casually flicked away the blood droplets from its tip.

All thirteen experts at the pinnacle of their cultivation have perished.

Not a single one escaped.