Chapter 93:

The Martial Saint bathed in moonlight, with well-defined muscles as strong as steel.

And Wu Qingxin’s body, between his fingers, withered away completely, finally slipping through his grasp like a falling leaf.

Jade faced Flying Dragon and the others looked up at this man’s statue-like figure, their hearts trembling just like they did with the previous Wu Qingxin.

People’s name is like the shadow of a tree.

Earlier, Jade faced Flying Dragon spoke confidently, talking about the regrets and emotions he had from the martial arts world that passed forty to fifty years ago.

And now, they had encountered the person who single-handedly ended the old order of the martial arts world.

Martial Saint.

A person who achieved great martial arts skills and proclaimed themselves as the second greatest martial artist in the world, but had long been the leader of the martial arts world.

His very existence was a bloody monument in the history of martial arts.

From the moment he appeared, the martial arts world was divided into ancient and modern.

They were faced with a Martial Saint standing in front of them. They felt a strong instinct of fear, like a lamb encountering a fierce tiger, and had no thoughts of opposing it.

Everyone who practiced martial arts in the world feared the Martial Saint.

This was the consensus among martial artists, a lesson taught by the Martial Saint through decades of sacrifice and bloodshed.

On one hand, many martial artists respected and admired this holder of the martial arts, and even hoped that this legendary Martial Saint would one day use martial arts to defeat the immortals and bring them down from their high positions.

But on the other hand, they also had a deep and genuine fear within their hearts.

This Martial Saint was not someone to be taken lightly.

He shattered the old order of the martial world, destroyed numerous famous martial arts families, and seized martial arts secrets. This was not accomplished through persuasive charisma or limited martial arts competitions.

It was achieved through killing.

Qiao Mu also took a deep breath.

The martial artist had sharp senses, and he also practiced the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique." At this moment, his body’s intuition was sounding the alarm like the Jade-faced Flying Dragon.

When a person is extremely fearful and suppressed, they feel tightness in the chest, shortness of breath, and their heart beats faster. Their legs feel heavy and difficult to lift, as if filled with lead.

And at this moment, he was trying hard to overcome the instinctual fear of this body.

"Is his facial change due to the ‘Flesh Changing Skill’? Using powerful ‘spirit’ to control the transformation of flesh and blood, thereby changing one’s appearance…"

Qiao Mu had also practiced this newly developed secret technique of the Martial Saint, so he quickly began to guess. S~eaʀᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

However, he still felt a great sense of unreality in his heart.

It was difficult for him to believe that the swordsman who used to read "The Art of Lovemaking" in his spare time and the renowned Martial Saint in front of him could be the same person.

"So, the swordsman Old Hu from before was just your disguise, Martial Saint?" Qiao Mu asked in a deep voice.

"Was everything about the Tide Listening Building’s rankings just your nonsense? Is that why your last name is Hu?"

The sound came out.

Martial Saint still hadn’t reacted, and the faces of Jade Faced Flying Dragon and the others behind were already pale.

Why did you provoke him? Ask him why? Seriously?

None of these people dared to make a sound, trying their best to minimize their presence, afraid of attracting Martial Saint’s attention.

And what about this Qiao Zhong? He actually spoke at this moment? Has he never heard of Martial Saint’s fearsome reputation?

If it weren’t for Qiao Zhong being the first to stand up from the sea of fire and confront Wu Qingxin, also fighting alongside them, they would all go up and strangle him first.

Under the moonlight, Martial Saint slowly turned around.

"It’s not really a lie," his gaze locked onto Qiao Mu, revealing a slight hint of surprise.

"Indeed, my name is not on the list at the Tide Listening Building."

"After all, what qualifications does Tide Listening Building have to use my Martial Saint’s name?"

After saying that, he stared at Qiao Mu with great interest.

Several decades ago, he did indeed do as Wu Qingxin said before, establishing the Wuji Association and gathering martial arts geniuses from all over the world.

Martial Saint is extremely ruthless, often wiping out entire families, but he always shows mercy to exceptionally talented geniuses, accepting them as his disciples or even adopting them as his own children.

"Martial Saint Spiritual Technique" is a spiritual refining technique that can even be practiced by low-level martial artists, with a focus on one’s character.

Character is also a basic requirement for reaching the 3rd rank in Spiritual Refining Method.

With Qiao Mu’s current elderly body, he naturally has no connection whatsoever with being a martial arts genius.

What Martial Saint wants to see more in someone is not their martial arts talent, but their character and willpower.

"In such a short time, have you already overcome your psychological fear?" Martial Saint murmured.

"Just based on this, your character is even stronger than a pure-hearted person."

"And you’re not young anymore, you must be in your sixties, right?"

"To act like this at your age, it’s worth a few more words from me."

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Young people are stubborn. In the past few years, Martial Saint has encountered young people who dare to confront him head-on.

But when people get older and wiser, they often know when to advance or retreat, consider the pros and cons, and think carefully before taking action.

So, Qiao Zhong, who is already in his sixties, still acting like this in front of him, indeed made him take a closer look.

Jade faced Flying Dragon and others also looked at Qiao Mu with surprise, only Qiao Mu himself remained calm.

In fact, he didn’t praise Qiao Mu as highly as Martial Saint did.

He only had a strong desire for self-destruction, overcoming his instincts for survival.

"The ‘Old Hu’ you mentioned died decades ago. I killed him."

Speaking of this, Martial Saint glanced at Jade-faced Flying Dragon with a smile or a sneer.

"Weren’t you excitedly talking about Old Hu earlier? Haven’t you realized yet?"

This statement made Jade-faced Flying Dragon snap out of his reverie and gave rise to an incredible suspicion in his heart.

Previously, he speculated that the bearded swordsman Old Hu might be a descendant or disciple of the former leading master of swordsmanship decades ago.

But according to Martial Saint’s current meaning, could it be that the face of that swordsman is indeed the former leading master of swordsmanship from decades ago?

Considering Martial Saint’s actions, it’s afraid that this renowned figure from back then didn’t die at the hands of cultivators but fell victim to Martial Saint’s poisonous hands!

"So, your words are mostly true? And Wu Qingxin’s words are also true?" Qiao Mu smiled faintly.

He has heard many lessons before.

But it’s one thing to talk about lessons, and another thing to act on them.

Qiao Mu, who was born to live forever, didn’t feel much respect facing the Great Yan Emperor, the Martial Saint, and the Immortals.

And, he still remembered the goal he had set at the beginning.

The reason he wanted to assassinate the emperor was actually to use the Great Yan Imperial Court to kill the Martial Saint.

And the reason to kill the Martial Saint… was Qiao Canxue’s deep-seated hatred.

Qiao Canxue was Qiao Mu’s guide in martial arts, even though they have now gone separate ways. She once said that she wanted to personally avenge the Martial Saint, not let Qiao Mu do it for her.

That was Qiao Canxue’s choice.

But Qiao Mu also had his own choice.



At this moment, he took a deep breath and walked towards the tall and majestic man, his steps heavy like lead.

"Just now, you spoke eloquently about the great principles with Wu Qingxin, advocating for ultimate peace through the use of extreme force."

"But what you have done is to exterminate all the powerful families in the world, using your three thousand disciples as nourishment to achieve your own martial arts."

"I have only heard that cultivators can suppress the Great Yan Imperial Court with their imposing presence, but after the defeat of the Martial Saint, they didn’t slaughter the immortals, but instead turned their blades towards the weaker martial artists in the mortal world."

"The strong wield their blades against the stronger, while the weak wield their blades against the weaker."

"If someone like you were to truly defeat an immortal, can you really bring everlasting peace?"

These words directly made Jade faced Flying Dragon and the others break out in a cold sweat.

Just listening by the side, his heart couldn’t help but beat faster, afraid that in the next second the Martial Saint would become furious and turn Qiao Mu into dust.

On the other hand, the Martial Saint remained calm and expressionless upon hearing this.

"For a very long time, nobody dared to point their finger at me and insult me." He also smiled slightly.

"People nowadays only know of my fame as Martial Saint, but they don’t know that Martial Saint isn’t born as a Martial Saint."

Ripples appeared in his deep and mysterious gaze.

"Forty years ago, I wasn’t a Martial Saint, but rather a top-ranked general of the current era, ranked eleventh in the entire kingdom. If we talk about individual martial prowess, the top ten experts of that time were all beneath me."

There is no number one in the world of literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

Ranking among martial artists is already a challenging task.

If there were truly a recognized Hero List, with the top ten martial artists accepted by all, then the strength of the top ten would definitely surpass the eleventh position by a wide margin.

Therefore, in the ancient martial world of forty years ago, Martial Saint couldn’t even be considered the top martial artist.

If there was someone who was the strongest since birth, undefeated all the way, then either they were confined to a small world, or they were cheating.

The world is very big, and there are countless clever people wherever you go. Even Martial Saint was not the strongest in his time.

"After the Inhuman War, I quit my official position and entered the martial arts world, and after creating the ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique,’ the first thing I did was to find the top ten martial arts masters in the world and meet them."

"Besides telling about the immense power of the inhuman, I also did something." Martial Saint said lightly:

"I taught them the complete ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique’ and agreed to have a decisive battle ten years later."

"The only victorious one after ten years would be Martial Saint."

As soon as these words were spoken.

Jade-faced Flying Dragon and the others felt their hair stand on end and couldn’t say a word.

Their initial reaction was shock, unable to express their astonishment.

If listening to Wu Qingxin saying that Martial Saint taught three thousand disciples before was like achieving greatness through the bodies of the people, it was like playing a game of raising insects.

So if you listen again at this moment, you will feel something different.

It turns out that this Martial Saint’s pet-raising game is not the first time.

Even the Martial Saint himself is just one of the strongest insects.

No… he is not the strongest.

In the ten-year battle of the strongest martial artists forty years ago, he was the weakest one.

He didn’t swing his sword at the weaker ones, but aimed his butcher knife at himself, forcing himself to fight to the death against the strongest ones of that year.

The person who survives until the end will become the Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint is not a chosen one.

Over these years, more than just the top ten martial artists in the world, three thousand disciples, and one hundred thousand followers have died by his side or at his hands.

He is not one, but many.

He is a representation of martial artists from a previous era, a combination of the strongest martial artists from that time.

After the initial shock, Jade, Flying Dragon, and others felt a deep bone-chilling cold and fear.

It turns out that the top ten on the Hero List didn’t die at the hands of cultivators, but at the hands of the Martial Saint. They may have even died in the same way as Wu Qingxin.

No wonder Martial Saint, who was ranked eleventh in the world forty years ago, could be called a saint through martial arts, and single-handedly destroyed the martial arts of the past…

Characters like Martial Saint, who carry many secrets and have deceiving intentions, might face a dead end if one day their secrets from many years ago are revealed in front of them…

"In the past, anyone in the top ten in the world could become a Martial Saint. I am just the last one standing."

"This is the principle of me, the Martial Saint." Martial Saint lowered his eyelids and looked down at Qiao Mu beneath him.

"So, what is your principle?"

My reason?

Qiao Mu fell silent for a moment.

This Martial Saint is more determined and powerful than any character he had encountered before.

This kind of power is not physical strength, but strength of mind and character.

Regardless of whether his actions are right or wrong, he remains steadfast in his beliefs. Such a person cannot be swayed by mere words.

"My reason is morality," Qiao Mu said in a low voice, facing the towering Martial Saint.

"A noble person seeks not to harm others for the sake of their own survival, and is willing to sacrifice themselves for righteousness."

"You speak of your reason, but what I see is that it is not you who sacrifices, but the top ten martial artists in the world, your three thousand disciples, and the countless lives affected."

"So, why doesn’t the Martial Saint die?"

This saying, kills the heart.

Qiao Mu didn’t fully trust the Martial Saint’s beautiful words because his hands were stained with countless blood.

Jade faced Flying Dragon and others instinctively glanced at the towering Martial Saint, but only saw him squinting slightly without revealing any expression.

Qiao Mu took a deep breath.

After thinking, and going through this period of time, his previous physical fears gradually subsided and his feet also became lighter.

Qiao Mu wouldn’t miss any chance to risk his life and seek high-quality opportunities for death.

In the unbelieving gaze of Jade faced Flying Dragon and others, Qiao Mu took a breath, clenched his fist, and faced the mountain-like figure of the Martial Saint, assuming the starting position of the Long Life Fist.

"The truth of a martial artist is not spoken, but shown through their fists," he said in a deep voice.

"You are strong, you are right."

"I’m weak, I’m guilty."

"Let’s see if your Martial Saint’s reasoning is right, or if my Qiao Zhong’s reasoning is right."

"Do you want to challenge me?" Martial Saint laughed, he laughed loudly, his mouth almost reaching his ears, revealing two rows of forty clean white teeth.

"Well…" he took a step and stood at the entrance of the Saintess Temple.

The faint moonlight fell on his shoulders, as if his body was glowing slightly, making this person’s figure appear more divine and god-like.

He gently gestured a finger at Qiao Mu:



"Come up, and meet your death."

Under the moonlight, the two stood facing each other, one tall and one small, a striking contrast.

Qiao Mu’s body was already in his sixties, although much stronger than an ordinary sixty-year-old, but compared to Martial Saint’s mountain-like physique, it appeared thin and small.

Under the moonlight, the frail old man in his sixties imitated the movements of the Martial Saint and opposed the Martial Saint’s gentle finger movement.

"Come down and let me lead you to your death."