High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

The black fog dissipated faster than expected.

It was like a basin of clear water being poured over my head from the depths of the starry sky.

The thick, inky mist of the abyss faded into just a few wisps of gray smoke in the blink of an eye, and was completely blown away by the energy emanating from Chen Yuan.

The starlight once again filled the sky.

In the distance, Taihe Star revealed a pale golden outline on the horizon, as quiet as if nothing had happened.

Su Dingchuan's hand was still on the command platform, his knuckles white from the force.

His adjutant and soldiers behind him remained motionless, still in their previous alert posture.

"The fog... has it cleared?"

Someone whispered something first.

The voice was so soft, as if afraid of waking something.

But this one sentence was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water.

All eyes in the bridge turned to the portholes.

In the center of the battlefield.

Chen Yuan's figure floated silently in the starry sky.

The silver-white celestial robes reflected starlight, shining with a cool and clean brilliance.

His hands hung at his sides, his posture relaxed.

It's like they just finished a walk and stopped to admire the scenery.

And behind him.

Black Fiend's body floated in the void, his limbs lying limply outstretched.

The black wind spear was broken in half, and the spearhead had flown away somewhere.

The bloody hole in his chest is still there.

The blood at the edge had congealed into dark red ice crystals.

The black flame dragon was in an even more appalling state.

The dragon's body, thousands of feet long, floated there limply like a rope with its bones removed.

The massive wound from neck to abdomen twisted and turned; the dragon's blood had stopped flowing and had frozen into dark red ribbons in the vacuum.

Two eternal gods.

He just died like that?

Su Dingchuan's eye twitched involuntarily.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt dry, as if it were stuffed with coarse sand.

"How is this possible... there wasn't a sound at all."

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling violently.

"Two mid-stage Eternal True Gods, gone without a trace?"

Su Dingchuan suddenly turned his head and looked at the adjutant beside him.

"Did I miss something? Did I miss something big?"

The adjutant shook his head, his face pale.

"I didn't feel anything either."

His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

"The black fog obscured everything, and the detection systems all malfunctioned."

"When the fog cleared, we saw Special Envoy Chen standing there."

Su Dingchuan then turned to look at the other officers.

Those people all had expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"There really wasn't a sound at all."

"Captain, this is not normal, this is extremely abnormal!"

"How can a battle at the level of an Eternal True God end so quietly?"

"That Black Fiend is a mid-stage Eternal True God! Even if he can't beat us, he should be able to escape!"

"Moreover, that black mist can also shield and disrupt divine sense perception."

"How exactly did Special Envoy Chen manage to do that?"

The crowd started talking, their voices growing increasingly urgent.

Su Dingchuan took a deep breath, his mind a complete mess.

He had carefully reviewed Black Fiend's combat videos and knew his opponent's strength best.

Mid-stage of the Eternal True God.

With his natal beast, the Black Flame Flood Dragon, he possesses the combat power equivalent to two Eternal True Gods.

Moreover, Black Fiend has the ability to absorb air and escape if he can't win a battle.

An opponent like that is impossible to kill, let alone defeat.

Being able to stop them is already an amazing skill!

But what about Chen Yuan?

One man, one gun.

How long has it been?

First, it directly confronted the combined attack of Black Fiend and Black Flame Dragon, leaving them half-dead.

Then the black mist appeared, and only a few minutes had passed.

When the fog cleared, the person was already dead.

This efficiency and these methods were completely beyond Su Dingchuan's comprehension.

"Are we... hallucinating?"

Su Dingchuan suddenly blurted out this sentence.

The more he looked out the window, the more unreal it seemed.

"That black flame dragon itself possesses illusion-like abilities; perhaps the black mist hasn't completely dissipated yet."

"Is everything we're seeing now fake?"

After Su Dingchuan said this, the bridge became even quieter.

Everyone looked at each other.

But soon, some people nodded in agreement.

"That makes sense! It might really be a hallucination!"

"That black flame dragon is a dragon. Dragons have all sorts of unique talents and abilities, only slightly inferior to the giant beasts of the starry sky."

"We may have already been affected by the Dark Abyss Mist!"

"Yes, yes, that must be it!"

Su Dingchuan no longer hesitated.

He formed hand seals, and divine power surged within his body.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Activate the Mind-Clearing Mantra! First, dispel the illusions!"

He whispered, his voice echoing through the bridge.

"yes!"

The officers responded in unison.

In an instant, everyone in the entire flagship sat down cross-legged.

A silvery-gray divine light shone on everyone, like lamps being lit simultaneously.

Su Dingchuan closed his eyes and focused all his energy on circulating the Heart-Clearing Technique.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, clearly indicating that he had used all his strength.

after awhile.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Chen Yuan was still outside the porthole.

The corpses of Black Fiend and Black Flame Dragon are still there.

Nothing has changed.

"The illusion hasn't been broken yet?"

Su Dingchuan frowned, about to circulate his energy again.

Suddenly, a very faint spatial fluctuation silently rippled out from the center of the bridge.

Like the wind blowing across the water, creating a very faint ripple.

Chen Yuan's figure appeared on the bridge.

The hem of her white robe fluttered gently.

The boots made no sound as they stepped on the cold metal floor.

He glanced at the officers sitting cross-legged on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Yuan's voice was not loud, and it carried a hint of doubt.

Su Dingchuan was closing his eyes, preparing to exert his energy for the second time.

Upon hearing the sound, he shuddered and abruptly opened his eyes.

Chen Yuan was standing less than five steps away from him.

She was staring at him with the look of someone who thought he was an idiot.

"Chen... Special Envoy Chen?"

Su Dingchuan's lips trembled slightly, and he subconsciously activated his divine power to sense it.

But this feeling made him feel terrible.

Although Chen Yuan's aura was only maintained at the mid-stage of the Eternal True God realm.

But that sense of oppression on the soul, when it was so close, felt like an invisible mountain pressing down on you.

"How can this illusion feel so real?"

Su Dingchuan muttered something under his breath and pinched his thigh.

pain.

That fucking hurts.

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow as she listened to his muttering.

"What kind of hallucination?"

He crossed his arms and looked Su Dingchuan up and down.

"You ate mushrooms?"

Su Dingchuan was taken aback.

Bacteria?

Hallucinogenic bacteria?

He blinked and then looked around.

The adjutant was still sitting cross-legged, and the other officers all looked over with blank expressions.

The stars shone brightly outside the window, and the alarms on the bridge had long since stopped.

The metal floor was icy cold, and the air still carried a faint, burnt smell of the psionic system in operation.

The pain from that pinch just now felt incredibly real.

"Not a hallucination?"

Su Dingchuan shook his head vigorously.

He used his divine sense to sense it carefully once more.

Then his eyes gradually widened.

From bewilderment to shock, and then from shock to disbelief.

Finally, his whole face turned bright red.

"OMG!"

He jumped to his feet.

"It's not a hallucination! It's all real!"

Su Dingchuan's voice was high-pitched and shrill, like someone had stepped on his tail.

"Special Envoy Chen really killed both the Black Fiend and the Black Flame Dragon in such a short time!"

This shout woke up all the officers who were still sitting cross-legged around them.

"What? It's not a hallucination?"

"So...we weren't infected?"

"Is Black Fiend really dead? Is the Black Flame Dragon dead too?"

"How is this possible! Those are two mid-stage Eternal True Gods!"

In a short time.

Gasps of cold air rose and fell across the bridge.

Everyone looked at Chen Yuan as if he were a monster.

Su Dingchuan didn't care about saving face at this moment.

He strode up to Chen Yuan, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.

"Special Envoy Chen! My brothers and I were truly rude just now!"

His voice was trembling, half from excitement and half from shock.

"We thought we had fallen for the black flame dragon's illusion again."

"I never imagined you would actually kill both the Black Fiend and the Black Flame Dragon!"

Chen Yuan said "Oh" and nodded.

"I see."

His tone was flat.

"I knew it, why did everyone suddenly sit cross-legged in meditation?"

He waved his hand, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Alright, get up, everyone."

"I've dealt with the Black Wind Gang. The rest will require your cooperation."

Su Dingchuan quickly stood up straight.

"Special Envoy Chen, please give your orders! We will go through fire and water, even at the cost of our lives!"

Chen Yuan smiled.

"You don't need to go through fire and water."

He raised his right hand and lightly traced a line in the air with his index finger.

A silvery-white spatial rift opened silently.

Immediately afterwards, the Na Kong Ring slid out of the crack and landed steadily in Chen Yuan's palm.

The silver-white ring is no bigger than the palm of your hand, with fine spatial patterns flowing across its surface.

Under the illumination of the bridge lights, it gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.

Chen Yuan casually handed the Na Kong Ring to Su Dingchuan.

"The rest of the Black Wind Gang are all inside this Nav Ring."

He spoke casually, as if he were explaining something trivial.

"Eight true god-level leaders, hundreds of ordinary members, and their warships and spaceships."

"Most of the resources they've seized these past few days are in there."

"It hasn't had time to be absorbed and digested yet."

Su Dingchuan stared blankly at the Na Kong Ring in front of him.

He reached out his hands and tremblingly accepted it.

The Nascent Soul Ring felt slightly heavy in his hand, and the intense spatial fluctuations made his back teeth start to chatter.

"Special Envoy Chen, are you saying... the entire remnant of the Black Wind Gang is inside?"

Chen Yuan hummed in agreement.

"See for yourself if you don't believe me."

Su Dingchuan took a deep breath and sent a wisp of his divine sense into the Nascent Soul Ring.

next second.

He froze completely.

Inside the air ring.

One hundred and eighty dark red space pirate warships were neatly moored.

On the deck and in the cabins, space pirates were everywhere, drinking and laughing.

Someone was leaning against the ship's side, counting the spirit crystals they had just stolen.

A group of people were gambling, cursing and swearing.

Some people were looking through the inventory of goods looted from the merchant ship, their faces filled with greed.

They knew nothing about what was happening outside.

Unaware that their leader was already dead.

Unaware that they had become sitting ducks.

Su Dingchuan withdrew his consciousness from the Na Kong Ring, and held the ring in his hands as if he were holding a mountain.