High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 381 - 308: Even the Martial Saint Illusion Bleeds—Mu

Crack, crack.

The asphalt ground instantly cracked. In the distance, in a parking space by the roadside, there was a car that had been accumulating dust for over half a year. Its owner had only recently refueled, maintained, and washed it, planning to drive it ho for the New Year in so ti.

The car windows shattered with a boom, and then a horrifying scene unfolded.

With a speed almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, this black sedan was compressed into a piece of black scrap iron in the solidified air.

If soone were to look closely at this mont, they would surely notice that in an instant, the compressed scrap car bore hundreds, even thousands, of tiny holes.

A figure moved with extre speed, and the Martial Saint Illusion unleashed a life-threatening strike.

Just the aftermath of this strike was enough to instantly kill a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Lu He, who was lying on the ground, had slightly improved his wounds by swallowing a bottle of Elixir, but the aftermath of this strike instantly destroyed those improvents, causing him to bleed from seven orifices once again.

His scalp tingled, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

At this mont, the compressed air was the least of concerns, for the piercing sharpness of the Rule of Gold that penetrated through his flesh and blood was most terrifying.

The control of the Power of Rules by the Martial Saint Illusion was appallingly powerful.

In an instant, Lu He felt an invisible sharpness threatening to tear apart his five viscera and six viscera.

The intense pain made this iron-blooded man unable to suppress a roar, but what showed on his face was not pain, but horror.

Indeed, it wasn’t pain, but deep horror.

Because the might of this strike from the Martial Saint Illusion far exceeded their previous exchanges.

Gulp.

He suddenly swallowed nervously. There was only one reason that could cause such a result; Lu He looked up at the hole above with an undisguisable horror, incredulously speaking.

"Su Mu... actually made the Martial Saint Illusion feel threatened?"

"This, this is too crazy."

The sharpness flashed and vanished, leaving no movent above, an eerie silence.

Lu He’s expression was complex and full of regret.

Anyone capable of making the Martial Saint Illusion feel threatened must be stronger than Lu He himself, and if given ti to grow...

A hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand of him could not compare to one Su Mu.

"But..."

"Why did you have to co to throw away your life today!"

Endless sorrow welled up in Lu He’s heart, for he felt hope in one second, and the next second that hope shattered. He could already imagine the scene of Su Mu dying miserably above.

Today, he, Lu He, could only witness the dawn of the Southern War Zone, even the dawn of the Huaxia Military Departnt, being crushed to pieces.

But was everything really over?

A calm voice broke the dead silence on the ground.

"So, the Martial Saint Illusion feels fear too?"

...

On the scene, the rolling white smoke was instantly pierced by a punch. Before the solid punch landed on Su Mu’s head, his eyes flashed with dazzling light, and he instantly completed the Crystal Transformation.

Terrifying spiritual power instantly tore apart the control of the Martial Saint Illusion, as the two forces of spiritual power stood in opposition.

Su Mu’s right palm shimred with golden light, his slender white hands suddenly thrust out like a sharp blade.

Sssss!

The gusting wind roared, as countless holes appeared instantly in the wall of the parking lot behind him.

The terrifying sharpness pierced his body, and amidst that golden sharpness was a blade aura that even Lu He hadn’t noticed, belonging to the Overlord Blade Martial Saint.

This blade aura was countless tis more terrifying than that of Dao Jiu. But today, facing the Martial Saint Illusion was not Dao Jiu, but Su Mu.

"Blade Montum?"

"Suppress it for !"

The extre blade montum from Su Mu burst forth from his body, an unrivaled sharp blade was fully unsheathed.

Blade montum is the manifestation of Martial Arts Will, and at this mont, both sides’ blade montum clashed in a terrifying duel.

The Illusion’s blade montum was instantly defeated in the clash.

Yet Su Mu’s face showed several blood lines, golden blood dropping like rcury to the ground, dense and unwavering.

But Su Mu himself remained unfazed, as the wounds healed instantly.

He withstood this terrifying punch from the Martial Saint Illusion.

Then, taking a deep breath, Su Mu firmly grasped the attacking fist of the Martial Saint Illusion, his eyes calmly looking at the figure before him, speaking softly.

"So, Martial Saint Illusion feels fear too?"

"Then today..."

"I want to see if the Martial Saint Illusion will bleed?"

As he spoke.

Su Mu’s black hair wildly danced around, an ocean of terrifying aura pouring from within him, and under the absolute control of Crystal Transformation.

All was channeled into his right arm, and the volcanoes within his flesh erupted violently.

The Martial Saint Illusion seed to sense a threat, shuddering all over, as Su Mu felt an imnse power suddenly surge from the right hand grasping the fist.

"Trying to compare strength?"

Su Mu’s hand suddenly clenched, as the muscles like dragon veins surfaced on his right arm.

In the sound of cracking bones.

Su Mu grasped the Martial Saint’s fist, then fiercely flipped it over...

"What is a Martial Saint Illusion to ?"

The figure of the Martial Saint Illusion, which ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters dare not glance upon, was instantly flung to the ground, and then Su Mu fiercely swung his right arm.

Boom!

The earth trembled violently, erupting with a thunderous roar more deafening than before, the shattered street’s fragnts and dust rising tens of ters high, and the reinforced concrete ground shattered once more.

Another hole, a larger one, appeared abruptly.

Boom, boom, boom.

A figure plunged into the darkness, successively smashing through several floors of the underground parking lot’s ceiling, and then...