"So strong!!" Soone felt surprised in the shadows.
"Stronger than Xiang Yuan by a margin. Indeed, as the closed-door disciple of that person, the most valued and most likely to beco Martial Saint after him!"
"..."
Just as those voices were conversing in the dark.
Countless scattered stones suddenly halted in midair, followed by countless scarlet threads bursting from the rocky fragnts, piercing through the void and linking to Fu Yuan Saint’s clay body.
In just a mont, the previously damaged body restored to its original state.
It seed as if the previous scene hadn’t actually occurred.
"Fu Yuan, how about you retreat?" Xiao Wuque’s voice echoed again.
"You know that’s impossible!" Fu Yuan Saint looked down, grinned with a ceramic-like wide mouth, instantly revealing a terrifying arc.
"Then let see what abilities the once True God of the Heavenly Court possesses!" As he spoke, Xiao Wuque’s gaze beca deadly, with piercing Qi filling his brows.
His long robe fluttered without wind, making a fierce noise.
"You are no match for him, let !"
Suddenly, a calm voice rang out.
This voice, once heard, stirred a thousand waves.
"It’s him!!"
"He’s really still alive!!!"
"Is it really him?!!"
"..."
Just this voice alone turned the shadows of Shangjing City into a noisy uproar.
"Could it be him??" Jiang Ning’s heart was filled with astonishnt.
He had a vague feeling sothing was amiss just now.
In such a vast royal capital, there’s no way Fu Yuan Saint could behave so wantonly.
If the core part of Great Xia, like the royal capital guarding the Imperial Palace, could let Fu Yuan Saint roam so freely.
Then what capability does Great Xia have, which has sustained the kingdom for over eight hundred years.
Underestimating such a dynasty is true foolishness.
At this mont, he finally understood.
Many wanted Fu Yuan Saint to force out that Martial Saint to see if he’s alive or dead.
Thus, facing Fu Yuan Saint, only three or four truly dared to act.
A young State Preceptor, who seed otherworldly.
An unknown martial artist at the Peak of First Grade Martial Arts.
And one was Martial King Xiang Yuan.
Now cos the fourth, Xiao Wuque.
Among these four, two originated from Martial Saint Mansion.
After slaughtering thousands, Fu Yuan Saint targeted Martial Saint Mansion.
His thousand-foot body didn’t step onto the royal capital’s ground.
With such a size, if he set foot on the ground, he could easily cause countless deaths.
When one thing is a coincidence, all these things together
in Jiang Ning’s eyes, aren’t coincidental.
Fu Yuan Saint clearly targets Martial Saint Mansion.
Aiming to draw out its master.
This event is exactly what the various forces in the capital wish to see.
Now, as the voice of the suspected Martial Saint arrives, countless eyes are drawn here once more.
The next mont.
A flash in the void.
A figure emitting white light appears high in the sky, in front of everyone.
Covered by a white glow, hiding his visage, but the silhouette reveals a man, a man of extraordinary deanor.
...
"Is it him?"
"It should be him!"
"But I rember, wasn’t he looking old before?"
"That would rather indicate he’s not well, projecting an outwardly strong but inwardly weak image!"
"Seems so!"
"..."
As those in the dark secretly conversed.
"You summoned , and I ca! Next, you better be prepared!" The figure cloaked in white light suddenly spoke.
As the voice fell.
The white light flashed and instantly reached the top of Fu Yuan Saint.
In the next mont, a fist mark descended from the heavens.
Behind him suddenly appeared phantasms of the Sun, Moon, and Stars.
Boom—
With a sound, the towering clay body shattered like falling ceramics, and those blood-red threads connecting to the populace snapped simultaneously.
"It truly is him!" A voice rang out from the Imperial City, filled with incredulity.
Amid the shattered shards, a strand of dark gold mist fled rapidly towards the city’s outskirts, vaguely forming a blurry humanoid shape.
The second fist followed swiftly. This ti, wrapped with black and white Qi, the space around it shattered like a mirror.
In an instant, the fist mark landed on the dark golden mist.
"Impossible! You’re clearly reaching the end of your life!!"
Upon hearing this, the figure shrouded in white light chuckled lightly.
"I’m rely nearing the end, not yet dead!"
As he spoke, the dark golden mist struggled incessantly in his grasp, like a writhing long serpent.
"Spare once, I’m willing to guard Martial Saint Mansion for a thousand years! No! Ten thousand years!!"
The dark golden mist continuously struggled in the hands of the figure cloaked in white light, emitting a fearful voice.
"I cannot trust you!" The figure cloaked in white light said indifferently.
Then.
His fingers suddenly exerted force.
In an instant.
The struggling, screaming dark golden mist exploded, turning into countless light shadows drifting from high altitude.
Next mont.
His gaze turned beyond the royal capital, towards a distant direction.
"Is there another residual body? Well... forget it! To bring a residual body back to its current state, isn’t simple!"
Then he shook his head.
"Too foolish!"
Then he looked down.
At the ruins left between Vermilion Bird Street and Green Dragon Street by Fu Yuan Saint, at those chanical gods toppled without power, he sighed quietly.
He had a Heart Like a Bright Mirror, understanding everything that transpired in the royal capital.
Also knowing why those people allowed Fu Yuan Saint to roam unhindered in the royal capital.
He withdrew his gaze, with a flicker, appeared before Xiao Wuque.
"Master, you..." Xiao Wuque said respectfully.
"Pay it no mind, this is rely a spirit body of mine, my true self has other matters and didn’t co!" The man covered in white light replied.
Hearing this, a hint of shock flashed in Xiao Wuque’s eyes.
Ever since joining the Martial Saint Sect, he knew his master was formidable.
Inordinately strong, strong enough that for innurable years, no one dared challenge Martial Saint Mansion; strong enough that the master never needed to act.
Yet, he never expected his master could be this powerful.
Fu Yuan Saint’s might is such that even he personally lacks any assurance.
And he now stands among the truly strongest.
Across the world, the Thirty-six Prefectures of the Nine States, he is confident only fewer than ten can surpass him.
Such strength endowed him with imnse confidence.
But facing Fu Yuan Saint, he lacked any confidence.
He also knew his master’s condition.
Nearing life’s end, no longer at peak.
Strength has fallen a tier below peak.
Yet now, rely a spirit body, not the true self.
Just two fists solved Fu Yuan Saint.
Only witnessing his master act now did he understand why his teacher could suppress the world for over eight hundred years and bring Great Xia an era of over eight hundred years of prosperity.
With this realization, his respect deepened.
"Maintain control, don’t get distracted by others!" The figure cloaked in white light reached out a hand to pat Xiao Wuque.
"Yes, Master!" Xiao Wuque replied respectfully.
"I’ll return now! Should danger arise, you may call out my na, and I’ll appear before you!" The figure cloaked in white light spoke again.
"Yes, Master!" Xiao Wuque looked at the figure before him, eyes slightly reddening.
He could sense the deep care embodied in his master’s words.
He also understood his master is truly in poor condition.
If failed, there truly isn’t much ti left.
He felt a surge and couldn’t help but speak.
"Master..."
His words just left his mouth, and the space before him was empty.
Clearly, his master had returned.
"Master, may you succeed!"
"Even if becoming the Lord of the Cave Heaven, unable to break free, is better than turning into a handful of dust!!"
Xiao Wuque watched the direction his teacher vanished, filled with complex emotions.
No one understands what Martial Saint Mansion ans to him as an orphan, what his master represents.
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