Chapter 94:

Under the cover of night.

The Martial Saint walked slowly into the not-so-spacious Saintess Temple. With a wave of his fan-like palm, he easily flipped over the roof of the temple, causing the Saintess statue to fall and crumble.

Taking a step forward, his massive body squeezed into the tiny temple. He sat on the shrine, propping his chin with one hand, quietly waiting for Qiao Mu’s challenge.

Qiao Mu didn’t immediately attack. Instead, he took the time to adjust his breath. His body was already in poor condition after being burned by the Li fire and using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method.

It wasn’t just Qiao Mu. The Jade-faced Flying Dragon behind him was in slightly better condition, but still not good.

The previous strike from the Martial Saint not only destroyed the Li fire, but also caused them to bleed profusely and suffer serious injuries.

"What do we do now? Run?" someone suggested quietly.

"Run? How could we possibly escape? This time we boarded the thief’s ship of Martial Saint, there’s no chance of surviving," Jade faced Flying Dragon could only force a bitter smile.

They witnessed with their own eyes how Martial Saint sucked Wu Qingxin dry under the moon. This demonic act of consuming humans, combined with Martial Saint’s recount of past secrets, made them fully aware of their impending death.

You see, they, martial artists who had practiced the Martial Saint Spiritual Technique, were just like the previous Wu Qingxin who would face Martial Saint’s Qiao Zhong – all fodder for Martial Saint!

"A Immortal eats humans, but still retains some dignity, allowing the world to struggle and survive. Martial Saint, on the other hand…" They couldn’t help but glance at Wu Qingxin’s corpse lying in the forest.

This ethereal and pure-hearted Immortal Gate saintess, now almost just a thin layer of skin covering her bones, looked terrifyingly dead. It sent shivers down the spines of these wanderers of the jianghu who were accustomed to seeing the dead.

After facing Martial Saint head-on, the fear they felt towards Martial Saint surpassed even that towards the lofty Immortal. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Jade faced Flying Dragon, if that Martial Saint truly holds the world in his heart, then why would Qiao Zhong challenge him? Isn’t that seeking death?"

A one-armed martial artist asked.

His arm was cut off by Martial Saint, and now he was losing blood and had a pale face as he sat on the ground.

The only surviving martial artist at the moment, aside from Jade faced Flying Dragon, were two others.

Among them, Jade faced Flying Dragon had the highest martial arts skills and the widest experience, so he instinctively asked at this moment.

"Didn’t you hear what Qiao Zhong said?" sighed Jade faced Flying Dragon.

Whether it was Jade faced Flying Dragon or the other two surviving martial artists, reaching the fourth rank naturally meant they had considerable experience. They wouldn’t believe everything Martial Saint said.

Regardless of their intentions, based on his actions, Martial Saint was even more cruel than Immortals.

Just after finishing his meal and wiping his mouth clean, he turned around and said that in fact, he had secretly plotted for forty years, preparing to save the world. Who would believe that?

They didn’t believe it, and naturally neither did Qiao Mu.

Having doubts is a normal human trait.

After all, shortly after Qiao Mu came into this world, a friend named Guo kindly told him the truth about conflicting feelings.

"Qiao Zhong didn’t debate the right or wrong of Martial Saint’s principles because he knew that someone like Martial Saint could not be convinced by words alone. What he was questioning was Martial Saint’s humanity."

"That’s why he said: A true noble person values righteousness more than life itself, and is willing to sacrifice their life for righteousness."

The Martial Saint, whose hands were stained with blood and who frequently killed people, made it difficult for them to trust him.

After all, based on the information known to Jade Faced Flying Dragon and Qiao Mu, it was never Martial Saint who made sacrifices.

Of course.

Martial Saint also didn’t care whether Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others trusted him or not.

At this moment, Qiao Mu finished adjusting himself and stepped towards Martial Saint who sat in the ruined temple as steady as a mountain.

Jade Faced Flying Dragon and the others widened their eyes, keeping his figure in sight.

Why should a grasshopper try to shake a tree? This elderly man, who is over sixty years old, cannot possibly be a match for the legendary martial arts master.

They knew that after Martial Saint had finished with Qiao Mu, it would be their turn.

Ever since Martial Saint revealed his identity, they knew they had no chance of survival. They hadn’t met the same fate as Wu Qingxin yet, but that was only because Qiao Mu caught Martial Saint’s attention.

However, he was soon going to die.

"Qiao Zhong, do you need a weapon?" a voice sounded from the woods. It was Star Xuan Envoy speaking.

Star Xuan Envoy had been observing silently from the sidelines all along. This was the first time he spoke or got involved in the battle.

"How about a long spear or a long sword?" Qiao Mu said.

His weapon had already been twisted and deformed by Wu Qingxin’s flames, rendering it unusable.

A long spear came flying through the air, and Qiao Mu caught it with his outstretched hand.

He took a deep breath, stomped his foot, and dashed forward like an arrow, his long spear shining like a cold star in the night.

Ding.

The tip of the long spear stayed on the fingertip of Martial Saint.

In an instant, Martial Saint only extended a finger and blocked the attack.

The full force stab of a 4th rank martial artist was unable to pierce the skin of Martial Saint’s fingertip, leaving no trace.

"Come again!"

Qiao Mu held the long spear and thrust it forward.

In the dark night, specks of cold stars flickered, and the aura swirling around the spear tip left a streak of light in the darkness.

The weapon Qiao Mu initially used was a long spear, and the only one that reached the "great accomplishment" was the Military Spear Skill he used at the beginning.

This kind battle skill, is to repeatedly practice a simple stab attack, until it is mastered.

However, no matter how Qiao Mu attacks, Martial Saint just sits on that divine seat without moving, not even changing his posture.

The only thing moving is his right index finger.

No matter how his long spear moves in his hand, from which angle he attacks, Martial Saint’s index finger always appears before his spear tip.



"You’ve trained this Military Spear Skill quite well, were you once a soldier in the Great Yan army? Hah."

Martial Saint was once a high-ranking military officer who led troops into battle, but in the midst of the fight, he leisurely recalled his past:

"In the first half of my life, I had smooth sailing in martial arts. At the age of twenty, I became the top martial arts scholar. By the age of thirty, I achieved spiritual refining. At forty, I was already a first-ranked martial artist and a first-ranked general in the court, commanding numerous elite soldiers."

"In the first half of my life, I made great strides in martial arts and had a smooth career in the government. I mingled with high-ranking officials and top martial artists. When I returned victorious from expeditions, the common people cheered along the way, and the emperor bestowed honors upon me."

"At the age of forty-five, the Inhuman War broke out, and only then did I realize that all the beauty of my earlier life was like a fleeting illusion, and that civilization and gentleness have always been just a pretense."

The Martial Saint once again tapped on the tip of Qiao Mu’s spear.

Ding.

With a crisp tremor, the spear tip shattered and disintegrated, breaking the spear into two pieces.

"I only realized at the age of forty-five that the biggest truth in this world is survival of the fittest. The so-called civilization is just a disguise."

He lightly moved his index finger, causing all the sword light illusions that had just emerged in the temple to disappear, once again blocking the swift sword light.

"You want to know why it’s always others who sacrifice and why it’s not me, the Martial Saint, who dies, right?"

The Martial Saint’s gaze gradually turned cold.

"Because they are weak."

He bent his index finger and gently flicked it on the sword blade.

Buzz.

With a loud trembling noise, Qiao Mu flew backwards, blood flowing from his torn mouth.

"The essence of the world is the survival of the fittest," he said slowly.

By this time, both the long sword and spear that Qiao Mu had were shattered, leaving him with only his fists.

Yet he didn’t retreat, and his charge became even more fierce.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method！Ripple Stacking Wave Strength，Double Wave！"

With both fists striking, his body filled with boiling energy, he lunged towards the seated Martial Saint on the temple.

At this moment, the Martial Saint even retracted his index finger, sitting still and allowing Qiao Mu’s thunderous fists to land on his chest.

Bang. Bang.

In a soft sound, Qiao Mu’s body trembled slightly, and his clenched fists made a clear cracking sound.

"Being weak is a sin," Martial Saint sighed lightly.

"And I, who survived till the end, am even stronger than them all."

Finally, he extended one hand.

After this hand stretched out, it quickly swelled and grew larger.

Boom, boom.

The small dilapidated temple had completely collapsed. Under the moonlight, Martial Saint once again used his index finger and thumb to pinch Qiao Mu’s face, lifting him up high.

This scene was exactly the same as before, except that between Martial Saint’s two fingers, a different person had appeared.

Jade-faced Flying Dragon and the others who were watching from afar were immediately tensed in their hearts.

Qiao Mu, who was held between the two fingers of Martial Saint, was bleeding heavily and his bones were shattered, but he still tried to smile:

"Martial Saint, can you defeat an immortal after just eating me alone?"

"If you want to call it ‘eating’, go ahead," Martial Saint replied casually.

"Of course, it’s not enough."

Judging by Martial Saint’s actions, if he could defeat cultivators, then he would be able to defeat all the immortals in the world.

As he said this, his gaze swept over Jade Faced Flying Dragon and others in the distance, causing them to tremble unconsciously.

"You are a bit weak, not even worthy of being absorbed by me," he said with slight disappointment.

"Hahaha…" Qiao Mu, who was squeezed between the fingers, burst into a loud laughter.

"Martial Saint, do you know who I am? I am from the Qiao’s family!"

"…boring." Martial Saint furrowed his brows slightly.

"Before willingly sacrificing yourself, but then regretting it before death? Using your family background to pressure me?"

"Take a guess, how many great clans have been destroyed by me? How many Qiao families?"

"My Qiao family is naturally unique." Qiao Mu said loudly without blushing or panting.

"Martial Saint, I, Qiao Zhong, am only the weakest in the Qiao’s family. I’m already in my sixties and haven’t even started spiritual refinement, it’s truly shameful."

"However, above me, there are still many elders and experts in the Qiao family, hidden and retired."

Martial Saint was slightly surprised, what was this person talking about before his death? Planning to betray his own family?

Only hearing Qiao Mu continue loudly:

"Martial Saint, you have taken countless lives, all for the sake of your own martial arts."

"My family motto, which is ‘Not seeking survival at the expense of benevolence, willing to sacrifice oneself to achieve benevolence.’"



"In that case, you as the Martial Saint and my family from the Qiao’s family are a perfect match, aren’t we?" The elderly man in his 60s, held between the fingers of the Martial Saint, burst into laughter at this moment.

"What’s the meaning of eating those weaklings who are even inferior to me?"

"Martial Saint!" His smiling face suddenly disappeared, and he shouted loudly.

"Let me ask you, if you were to devour every bit of flesh and blood from my Qiao’s family, will you be able to slay an immortal?"

Under the cover of the night, Jade faced Flying Dragon and the others listened to the terrifying conversation between the elderly Qiao family member and the Martial Saint, feeling shaken and almost collapsing to the ground.