Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

In the main hall of Tianyun Pavilion, guests were leaving, each with an excited expression as they chatted with their companions. They never expected to witness a real spiritual weapon.

Just then, an ordinary-looking middle-aged martial artist stopped in the crowd.

His companions were still laughing and joking, saying they had gotten a great deal on the pills they had just bought, and that they would treat him to a meal later.

Nobody noticed him.

No one noticed that the corners of this person's mouth were splitting open.

The crack widened and widened, stretching all the way to the base of the ear, revealing two rows of jagged, sharp teeth.

Creak, creak, creak, creak.

The sound of countless bones breaking came from his body, audible even through his skin. His back arched high, his armor was torn inside, the fabric snapped into several pieces hanging on his body, revealing a layer of dark red muscle beneath, which was writhing like a living thing.

The middle-aged martial artist's spine pierced through the flesh of his back, segment by segment, turning into a row of jagged bone spurs. The longest one was as long as his forearm, with bits of flesh still dripping blood hanging from it.

His two arms swelled to three times their original size, his skin cracked, and dark red, viscous liquid gushed from the cracks. The liquid fell onto the blue bricks on the ground, causing the bricks to hiss and smoke.

In just over ten breaths, a martial artist at the peak of the True Qi Realm transformed into a fleshy monster nearly ten feet tall.

The martial artists who were still chatting nearby finally reacted. The martial artist who was closest to the monster turned around, and before the smile on his face could be wiped off, he bumped into a bloody gash that stretched all the way to his ear.

Before he could even scream, the monster's claws gripped his chest, tearing him in two from his left shoulder to his right waist, splattering blood and entrails all over the faces of those nearby.

Screams erupted in the closed hall.

With the same breath, in four other locations in the hall, four martial artists who were originally inconspicuous among the crowd underwent the same mutation. The sounds of bones breaking and reforming rose and fell, clothes tore apart, and dark red flesh and blood gushed out from under the skin.

Five disfigured monsters suddenly sprang up from the crowd.

Claws tore through, bone spurs pierced through, and the warriors along the way barely had time to utter a scream. In the closed hall, the stench of blood filled the air within a few breaths.

"Run! Run outside!"

"Don't push! Don't fucking block my way—"

As the screams of battle erupted, the entire hall instantly descended into hell.

Hundreds of martial artists were trapped in a sunken, semi-circular arena. Those in the front row were desperately retreating, while those in the back were still unaware of what was happening. Some were pushed to the ground by those fleeing in front, their clothes torn, their fingers broken, crying out and unable to get up.

Someone drew their sword to parry, and a fine artifact struck the monster's arm. The blade cut in two inches before being caught in the dark red muscle. The monster retaliated with a palm strike, sending the warrior flying seven or eight feet with his sword, crashing into a crowd behind him.

The stench of blood filled the air within a few breaths, so strong it was pungent and choking.

Seeing this commotion, the doors to the first-floor private rooms were smashed open.

The experts on the list of heroes left the room one after another. Some remained on the first floor to observe, while others jumped into the hall and charged at the monster, and still others left directly.

Yi Yang stood at the door of VIP room number seventeen, one hand resting on the door frame.

He didn't move because his divine sense covered the entire auction hall. He had gone through the entire scene in his mind: five monsters, five charging routes, all pointing towards Lin Qi in the center of the auction stage.

They did not kill indiscriminately.

"They're after Lin Qi?" Yi Yang narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingertip on the door frame. "The auction just ended, the spirit crystals have just been traded, and these people have already made their move."

The timing was perfect, but he knew that this level of trouble was not his place to intervene. The other heroes on the leaderboard who were going to participate also had the same idea. Since they wouldn't encounter any danger, they were eager to make a good impression on their superiors and seniors.

This monster is the one in plain sight. These five True Qi Perfection level assassins are a joke in this arena. Four Profound Realm Perfection level experts are sitting on the top floor, and there are twelve more Profound Realm experts on the second floor.

Using five monsters to deal with Lin Qi, who is at the Guixuan Realm?

really.

Lynch acted faster than anyone expected.

In the very breath that the first monster was about to charge forward, he moved, channeling the true energy of the fourth realm of the Profound Realm, "Returning to the Profound," into his right palm, without any unnecessary moves.

One palm strike.

The palm strike landed on the chest of the monster charging at the front.

The monster's massive body, nearly ten feet tall, froze in mid-air, as if someone had pressed pause. Its chest cavity collapsed inward, and its ribs, muscles, and internal organs were all squeezed towards the center in that single moment. Then, its entire upper body exploded into a cloud of blood and foam, and the foul-smelling red mist sprayed the faces of the first three rows of warriors.

One blow kills.

But the remaining four did not hesitate at all.

They continued charging forward, stepping over the remains of their companions, emitting shrieks that were neither human nor beast, sharp and hoarse, squeezed from the depths of their throats, making one's head throb.

Just then, the top floor exploded.

A silver spear-like energy descended from the sky.

The spear's force didn't travel through the main entrance or the stairs; it pierced directly through the triple restrictions between floors, precisely striking the second monster's skull.

The moment the spear force penetrated, the monster's head split open from the middle, and brain matter mixed with dark red blood spurted out. The monster's entire body was slammed into the ground by the residual force of the spear force, shattering the blue bricks and creating a crater half a zhang deep. The rubble splashed onto the legs of the surrounding martial artists.

The one who made the move was Jiang Zhongtian, the deputy patrol envoy. He was still in the top-floor private room when the gun had already killed someone.

Yi Yang's eyelids twitched. This accuracy, this control of force—the spear force penetrated six floors and three restrictions, yet still managed to accurately hit a head. This person's control over true qi had reached an unbelievable level.

Almost at the same beat.

A sword light slashed down from the left.

The sword light, carrying a bright white radiance and boundless speed, slashed down from the sky. The speed of this sword light was so fast that the monster was already dead by the time your divine sense could perceive it.

A flash of light grazed the neck of the third monster, its head tumbling and flying off, its body lurching forward three steps before crashing to the ground.

It is Bai Yuchen's sword.

The last two monsters were now very close to the auction platform. They had pounced on Lin Qi, less than two zhang away, their sharp claws slashing through the air, bringing a foul stench.

Lin Qi didn't dodge, because a fist shadow came crashing down from above.

The fist was enveloped in a deep and heavy layer of true energy. There were no fancy moves, no illusory images or dharma forms; it was just a punch. But the weight of that punch was like a mountain falling from the sky.

The fist struck the heads of the two monsters, instantly crushing them into a pool of blood and gore, leaving not a single bone fragment intact. The blood splattered in an area of ​​about two zhang in radius, staining the table with a layer of red.

Lu Zui.

The five monsters were all annihilated within three breaths.

The warriors who were still screaming and running in the hall slowly stopped. Some collapsed to the ground, panting heavily; some stared blankly at the half-severed limb at their feet; and some bent over and vomited.

Jiang Zhongtian's voice came from the top floor: "All personnel of the Sky Patrol Division, listen to my order—anyone causing trouble in the area, kill them on the spot."

With just one sentence, those in the hall who were trying to pull out knives in the chaos, or who were looking to take advantage of the situation to steal something, all froze at the same time.

Two people were reaching for a broken storage bag on the ground when they heard those eight words. They pulled their hands back several times faster than when they had reached out.

The experts at the Tongxuan Realm in the second-floor private rooms jumped down from the corridor and, together with the warriors of the Sky Patrol Division, began to suppress the order, pinning those who were taking advantage of the chaos to the ground one by one.

The situation was stabilized within thirty breaths.

Lu Zui's voice came from the top floor, old and hoarse: "These five monsters look like they were once at the peak of the True Qi Realm."

His tone was flat and indifferent, without much emotional fluctuation.

"I've seen this method before. They must have no hope of breaking through to the Profound Realm, so they took the Spirit Blood Divine Medicine and transformed themselves into this inhuman and ghostly appearance. I've seen the methods of the 'Spirit Blood God' lineage of the Nine Evil Sect a few times."

Jiang Zhongtian's voice followed closely behind: "Elder Lu and I share the same view. The methods of the Spirit Blood God lineage have always been this bloody."

His voice deepened slightly: "The fact that the Nine Evil Cult could plant five True Qi Realm Perfection experts at the auction shows that their infiltration of Hengyue Town is deeper than we imagined."

Yi Yang, who was in the private room, also heard these words. He gripped his spiritual weapon tightly. Were those guys really from the "Spirit Blood God" lineage of the Nine Evil Sect?

He was familiar with this name. He had dealt with these people before, whether in White Fish City or Shanruo Temple. He had seen enough of the madmen from the Nine Evils Sect who used living people to refine blood and used human lives to build up their cultivation.

The woman who called herself the Blood Envoy, Ye Hanqian, was a martial artist from this lineage. In the end, it was only by using the power of Xuan Yuan that Yi Yang was able to kill her.

But what alarmed him was not the five dead monsters.

It's not about timing, but about the circumstances.

The auction had just ended when these monsters made their move. Why did they choose this time?

The appearance of these monsters caused more than just chaos; they also revealed the attack methods and locations of the four strongest people in the building.

Is he testing something?

The real killer move—

Yi Yang's thoughts hadn't finished processing.

A deafening explosion came from the northeast direction of Hengyue Town.

The sound was not from ordinary weapons clashing; it was the explosive roar left by some extremely condensed power tearing through the air at high speed. Yi Yang had never heard such a sound when fighting against Tongxuan Realm cultivators.

Immediately afterwards, his divine sense detected it.

Something enveloped in intense blood-red light tore through the air from the northeast.

The speed was so fast that even his "Breaking Illusion" realm divine sense could only catch a blurry trace.

The thing arrived in an instant. In a single breath, it pierced through the outer wall restrictions of Tianyun Pavilion—three layers of restrictions—and shattered them all within two breaths. It tore through several floors, leaving a scarlet tail flame dozens of feet long, and shot straight toward the private room on the top floor where Jiang Zhongtian was.

Where the arrow passed, a visible vacuum trench was ripped open in the air. The entire Tianyun Pavilion trembled under this blow, the wooden frame creaked with a teeth-grinding sound, and one of the glass windows on the dome of the hall shattered into countless fragments that fell to the ground.

At the same time, outside Tianyun Pavilion, to the east and north of Hengyue Town, flames shot into the sky almost simultaneously.

The streets were filled with the sounds of clashing weapons, shouts of battle, and bursts of internal energy, as well as the screams of civilians caught in the crossfire. The flames turned half the night sky a dark red, and thick smoke, carrying the stench of blood, surged in from the direction of the city.

Luring the tiger away from the mountain.

On the surface, the five monsters were meant to force out the location of the four powerful figures, but the real killing move was this long-planned arrow, coupled with the simultaneous chaos throughout the city, which tied everyone's hands and feet.

Knowing the extent of the fire's power, Yi Yang stood in the corridor, the firelight reflecting in his deep black-brown eyes, a fleeting golden light flashing deep within his pupils.

His hand rested on the Xuan Yuan Blade.

At that moment, a furious roar in the language of the Wu Kingdom echoed from the sky: "Kill! Kill them all! Kill Prince Xia Haoyun of the Great Yu Kingdom and seize the 'Dragon Qi,' and Lord Shang Yu will reward you handsomely!"