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

Han Ji struggled to his feet. The deep, bone-revealing wound in his abdomen caused him excruciating pain with every movement, pulling at his internal organs.

The dark wound on his abdomen continued to spread and expand. The killing intent and the power of the spiritual weapon intertwined and entangled in the wound, suppressing his self-healing ability as a Dharma Body Realm cultivator. If it weren't for his strength, he would probably have died after that last strike.

But at this moment, there was not a trace of fear on Han Ji's face after being seriously injured.

On the contrary, a sickly look, a mixture of ecstasy and greed, appeared on his pale face, which was slightly pale from blood loss.

He stared intently at the Xuan Yuan Blade in Yi Yang's hand, his narrow eyes seeming to burn with two balls of greed.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Han Ji chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder and louder in the empty night until it turned into an almost manic laugh.

He pointed at the knife in Yi Yang's hand, his voice turning into a shrill laugh due to excitement:

"Your knife... it's actually stopping my injuries from healing!"

"This is absolutely beyond the capabilities of a weapon of the treasure level... You actually possess such a divine artifact!"

He looked as if he had discovered a hidden gold mine, his facial muscles twitching with uncontrollable excitement.

"It seems that God is really looking out for me, Han Ji!"

"I originally just wanted to help Tinglan vent her anger and replenish my nearly depleted spirit crystals, but I didn't expect you to possess such a powerful weapon!"

He looked at the ruins not far away, which had been collapsed by the aftershocks of their fight, and shouted sharply.

"Listen to Lan!"

"Kill him!"

Han Ji's voice echoed in the quiet night alley.

He could see clearly that although Yi Yang had unleashed three incredibly powerful killing moves in succession, he was now at his limit.

The boy's hand holding the knife was trembling, and his breathing was heavy and labored; the true energy in his dantian was definitely depleted.

As long as Lan makes a move and keeps him occupied, I'll have a chance!

As long as I get that knife!

A spirit weapon with perfect spirituality!

At that time, not to mention the 1,480 spirit crystals spent tonight, even if it's several times more, we'll have made it all back!

Hearing the shouts, a figure staggered out from the shadows of the ruins.

The figure was none other than Xie Tinglan, the elder of the Zhuxi Sect who had disappeared earlier.

In the very first exchange between the two, she was blasted away by the aftershock. To save her life, she immediately hid deep within the ruins and dared not approach them.

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, a trace of blood clung to the corner of her mouth, her face was deathly pale, and her eyes still held lingering fear.

Hearing Han Ji's shout, she stepped out of the ruins, her gaze falling on Yi Yang with vigilance and apprehension.

She didn't rush over immediately.

Someone who can severely injure Han Ji, who is at the Dharma Body Realm, to this extent is not someone who can be easily defeated, even if their true energy is exhausted.

Not far away, Yi Yang's wounds were oozing blood energy stirred up by the battle. His chest was pounding with his breath, and his hand holding the sword was struggling to stay upright. The cuff of his right sleeve was torn into several strips by the aftershocks, and his body was covered with wounds and burns from top to bottom.

He certainly looked like he was completely exhausted, but looking is one thing, and actually being exhausted is another.

Xie Tinglan bit her lower lip and stood still, the tip of her sword pointing forward, neither advancing nor retreating.

Seeing this, Han Ji frowned and urged, "What are you waiting for?"

Yi Yang likely possesses a spirit weapon with intact spiritual energy, and unpredictable changes can occur with the passage of time. Han Ji does not want his treasure to remain in Yi Yang's hands indefinitely.

Hearing the urging, Xie Tinglan had no choice but to stand ten feet away. With a flick of her wrist, the emerald green longsword in her hand emitted a clear ringing sound.

He didn't get close, but instead thrust his sword out from a distance.

Azure Sky Sword Manual

A slender but sharp cyan sword light detached from the sword, drawing a straight trajectory in the air, heading straight for Yi Yang's chest.

This is a test.

The seriously injured Yi Yang stood still, trying to dodge, but seemed to have no strength left.

He couldn't even parry, and the sword light struck him squarely in the chest.

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The fabric tore open, and another bloodstain appeared on his chest.

It wasn't deep, but it did bleed.

Yi Yang let out a suppressed groan, his body swayed, and the arm holding the Xuan Yuan Blade hung even lower, as if he was struggling to keep from falling.

Seeing this, Xie Tinglan's tense nerves finally relaxed.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't hold back with this sword light. The power of the Azure Sky Sword Technique at the True Skill level was enough to cut through the protective barrier of a True Qi Perfection cultivator. If the opponent had any spare strength, they wouldn't have been able to withstand this attack head-on.

It seems this kid has indeed reached his limit; he can't even maintain the most basic protective inner energy anymore.

The resentment and hatred that had been suppressed all night reignited in her eyes.

This is the guy!

He humiliated her in public in Heyu County!

Now, he's finally going to die!

Without further hesitation, Xie Tinglan took a step forward and her figure, like a blue shadow, rushed towards Yi Yang.

The long sword in his hand spun thirteen times in the moonlight.

The Thirteen Styles of Green Frost.

Each sword flower contained a sharp killing intent, and the thirteen sword lights intertwined into a net, completely covering all of Yi Yang's vital points.

however.

Just as the sword net was about to reach him.

Yi Yang, who had seemed about to collapse, suddenly raised his head.

In those deep brown eyes, there was no trace of weakness left, only a chilling calm that sent shivers down one's spine.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

A series of rapid metallic clanging sounds rang out.

All thirteen sword lights struck Yi Yang.

But this time, there was no bloodshed.

Each sword light seemed to strike a piece of red-hot iron, only scattering sparks and leaving not even a white mark.

Xie Tinglan's pupils suddenly contracted:

"How is that possible?!"

"Your physical body... is actually this powerful?!"

She cried out in a trembling voice.

She clearly saw that Yi Yang hadn't activated any protective true energy during that sword strike.

He withstood the full force of the sword strike with his bare body!

This is a physique that no True Qi Realm martial artist can possess.

This physical body has also reached the realm of profound understanding!

Yi Yang did not answer her question. The reason why the sword light was able to cut through his skin earlier was that he deliberately relaxed the protection of the "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" and took that hit.

When fishing, you need bait, and once a fish takes the bait, you should reel it in.

He lunged forward, loosened his grip on the knife hilt, clenched his right fist, and simply threw a punch at Xie Tinglan's face.

Without the support of true qi, there is no practice of internal energy.

Only after the "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" is perfected can one possess the pure physical power to shatter monuments and crush those of the same level.

The force of the punch hit my face.

Xie Tinglan was terrified. She wanted to retreat and dodge, but Yi Yang was too fast. His Cloud-Stepping and Wind-Chasing Boots made his explosive power far exceed her expectations.

She couldn't escape at all!

"Brother Han! Help me!"

In her terror, she let out a piercing scream.

The other end of the alley.

Han Ji was sitting cross-legged on the ground, channeling his inner energy to the fullest extent, trying to suppress the dark sword energy in his abdomen that was constantly eroding his life force.

Hearing Xie Tinglan's cry for help, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw that Yi Yang's punch was about to hit Xie Tinglan's face.

Han Ji's expression changed.

If Xie Tinglan dies, he will be next.

Given the formidable physique Yi Yang is currently displaying, he could easily suppress him if he were in his prime, but now that he is seriously injured, he is very likely no match for Yi Yang's powerful physique.

How can that guy be so powerful? Not only has his cultivation reached the first level of the Profound Realm, but his physical body also possesses the combat power of the Profound Realm. Isn't this something only the Holy Son of the Heavenly Heart Sect can do?

Han Ji had no time to think; the most important thing now was to save Xie Tinglan, but there was simply no time to mobilize his inner energy to provide support.

The only way...

A ruthless glint flashed in Han Ji's eyes.

He abandoned suppressing his injuries and gathered all the remaining power in his body into his brow.

He didn't believe it.

He couldn't believe that anyone in the world could be so well-rounded.

With cultivation and physical body both reaching the Profound Realm, how much stronger could one's divine sense be?

Han Ji, as an elder of the Tianxin Sect, despite the sect's abundant resources, had only managed to cultivate his divine sense to the first stage, "Observing Myself," at its peak.

How old is this kid? He looks like he's only been cultivating for seventy or eighty years. Even if he started cultivating from the womb, he couldn't possibly have a high level of attainment in spiritual sense!

"Die!"

Han Ji roared inwardly.

An invisible, extremely condensed spiritual shock shot out from between his eyebrows, traversing a distance of ten zhang, and fiercely pierced Yi Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

however.

Just as that divine sense was about to strike Yi Yang.

The man who was throwing a punch at Xie Tinglan suddenly turned his head and glanced in his direction.

On that calm, expressionless face, a faint, almost mocking smile appeared.

"You delivered yourself right to my door."

Han Ji's heart skipped a beat.

An extremely ominous premonition welled up from the bottom of his heart.

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His spiritual impact, powerful enough to shatter the consciousness of an ordinary martial artist at the Transcendent Realm, vanished without a trace after entering Yi Yang's mind, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Inside Yi Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

The nine-foot-tall golden-haired giant ape opened all three eyes and let out a deafening roar.

Han Ji's pitiful spiritual attack was shattered by the sound waves before it even got close.

"puff!"

Backlash from the divine consciousness.

Han Ji spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and it felt as if countless needles were piercing his brain. The excruciating pain almost made him faint.

My mind has been clouded!

This was the opportunity that Yi Yang had been waiting for.

He ignored Xie Tinglan, who was standing right next to him and was already terrified.

In the instant Han Ji lost his composure, his will coalesced into an intensely burning desire.

The third form of "The Mind Monkey Guards the Will: The Movement and Image Chapter".

The fire in my heart is spreading like wildfire!

That thought, following the invisible spiritual connection between the two, entered Han Ji's meridians, went straight in, and plunged into his dantian, which was already in chaos due to his severe injuries.

Han Ji's body trembled violently.

He felt as if a red-hot iron had been thrown into his dantian.

A scorching heat suddenly erupted from the center of his Qi Sea. Han Ji subconsciously activated his internal Qi, trying to suppress the heat.

However, the moment his true energy touched that spark of fire...

boom!

Adding fuel to the fire!

Han Ji's profound true energy, cultivated diligently for over a hundred years to the level of the Dharma Body Realm, was completely transformed into fuel at this moment.

Flames blazed up from within his dantian.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream, inhuman in its sound, burst from Han Ji's throat.

He fell to the ground, his body convulsing and rolling violently. Beneath his skin, the outlines of veins lit up; these were not blue veins, but ignited true energy surging and crashing through his body.

Han Ji's skin began to turn red and hot at a visible speed, and finally became charred and cracked.

The flames began to scorch from the inside out.

First, burn the vital energy, then the meridians, and finally, the internal organs.

No matter how much he rolled around or roared, he could not extinguish the karmic fire that burned from the deepest part of his body, a fire that consumed everything.