Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques Chapter 702 - 238: Lu Changsheng Obliterates 100 Saints in 1

"It’s Elder Feng! Soone actually applied for the Title Elder assessnt—do they have a death wish?"

"How many years has it been? Finally, soone applied for the Title Elder assessnt again? This is truly rare."

"We have to see who it is. Who would have the courage to apply for the Title Elder assessnt? This ans facing a combined strike from all one hundred and eight Martial Saints!"

The Saint Tower quickly responded.

One Martial Saint after another arrived.

Elder Feng quietly waited.

One hundred and eight Martial Saints—quite a formidable number.

In fact, it was downright massive.

Think about the other forces outside the Holy Land.

A city with three to five Martial Saints would already be exceptional.

Even more powerful cities typically only had about ten Martial Saints.

But the Heavenly River Sacred Land?

The Saint Tower alone could easily gather one hundred and eight Martial Saints without issue.

What is true strength and foundation?

This is the foundation of a Holy Land!

The number of Martial Saints across the entire Heavenly River Sacred Land likely far exceeds one hundred.

This is precisely why the collective power of the Holy Land’s people is so imnse.

With such an overwhelming number of Martial Saints, how could their collective power not be enormous?

As one Martial Saint after another took their place.

The full assembly of one hundred and eight Martial Saints was finally complete.

Now, all one hundred and eight Martial Saints revealed themselves.

Elder Feng stood high among the center of the one hundred and eight Martial Saints.

"The sa old rules."

"Once the attack begins, we go all out and unleash our Sacred Bodies."

"Let this old man lead—one strike, fatal!"

Elder Feng showed no hesitation whatsoever.

Once they acted, it would be with all their strength!

The Martial Saints all nodded in agreent.

Even though it had been a long ti.

The last ti they acted was so far back they struggled to rember.

But Martial Saints lived for three thousand years.

The previous battle was essentially fought by these sa Martial Saints.

Only a rare few had succumbed to the limit of their lifespan.

"I wonder which Martial Saint this ti will be the challenger?"

The one hundred and eight Martial Saints expressed hints of anticipation.

"Begin."

Elder Feng commanded with a booming voice.

Instantly, in the void, all one hundred and eight Martial Saints unleashed their Sacred Bodies.

"Boom!"

Lu Changsheng felt the space around him tremble violently.

The previously pitch-black void was suddenly illuminated.

Simultaneously, he sensed an overwhelming surge of power.

He looked up.

All directions revealed towering Sacred Bodies.

Each Sacred Body represented a Martial Saint.

A quick glance revealed no fewer than one hundred figures.

Surely, this was the assembly of the one hundred and eight Martial Saints!

The Martial Saints unleashed their Sacred Bodies as soon as they acted.

All-out action, to deliver the ultimate strike.

Even more astonishingly, the one hundred and eight Sacred Bodies began to show signs of rging under the mysterious power of the Saint Tower.

The power of all the Martial Saints seed to condense into one.

However, this wasn’t true rging.

If their powers truly rged, their might would multiply countless tis.

As it stood now, the one hundred and eight Martial Saints appeared to be forcefully combined by the mysterious power of the Saint Tower.

It was an enforced constraint.

Though their power had significantly increased.

It certainly wasn’t as terrifying as true fusion would be.

But even so.

Facing the ultimate strike of one hundred and eight Martial Saints.

Even the most exceptional Martial Saint would likely be reduced to ashes under such an attack.

Lu Changsheng’s gaze was icy.

He took a deep breath.

"Boom!"

The next mont, a thunderous roar echoed from within Lu Changsheng.

The Chaos Sacred Body erged from Lu Changsheng in an instant.

Occupying the void above.

A hundred-zhang tall stature radiating an unparalleled aura.

Like a true Ancient Demon God.

At the sa ti, Lu Changsheng’s Chaos Sacred Body raised an enormous palm and struck out.

This strike shook the heavens and the earth.

The colossal palm blotted out the sun.

Within that palm, three distinct Divine Powers seed to rge into one.

Five Elents Decomposition Divine Power, Spiritual Black Hole Divine Power, and Four Symbols Prison Divine Power.

The three Divine Powers rged completely and, under the amplification of the Chaos Sacred Body, were increased not by several dozen tis, not even by hundreds of tis.

But by three hundred tis!

Three Divine Powers, amplified three hundredfold.

How terrifying is this level of power?

Lu Changsheng had never considered that, at the Human Saint Level, anyone could rival his Sacred Body.

Now, Lu Changsheng unleashed his Chaos Sacred Body in all its glory before everyone.

With just one strike.

It seed as though the entire Saint Tower shook.

Upon witnessing Lu Changsheng’s Chaos Sacred Body release its strike—so earth-shattering—all one hundred and eight Martial Saints displayed looks of utter disbelief.

"What?"

"This strike... This level of power... This Sacred Body..."

"What kind of Sacred Body is this? Its very presence fills with an overwhelming sense of oppression."

"A Sacred Body like this—there doesn’t even seem to be a record of it in our Heavenly River Sacred Land."

The one hundred and eight Martial Saints were thoroughly stunned.

They couldn’t believe their eyes.

They had never encountered such a powerful Sacred Body.

Lu Changsheng’s strike clashed directly with the collective punch released by the Sacred Bodies of the one hundred and eight Martial Saints.

A pure, unadulterated collision.

Devoid of any complexity or flourish.

It was a contest of pure power and Divine Skill.

Yet, the previously invincible strike of the one hundred and eight Martial Saints was suddenly obliterated.

Under Lu Changsheng’s single strike.

The Sacred Bodies of the one hundred and eight Martial Saints crumbled.

Yes, crumbled.

The Five Elents Decomposition Divine Power amplified three hundredfold—how terrifying is that?

Any power derived from the Five Elents fails to escape decomposition under the Five Elents Decomposition Divine Power.

And among the one hundred and eight Martial Saints, the Sacred Bodies of the vast majority were related to the Five Elents.

Thus, under Lu Changsheng’s strike, their combined force was reduced to rubble, as if swept away by an unstoppable wave.

Even the Sacred Bodies of many individual Martial Saints collapsed outright.

"We lost. We lost!"

"One strike... Just one strike, and we lost."

"Who is this person? His Sacred Body... How can it be so powerful? Even our combined strike couldn’t withstand his one palm."

"I even suspect he hasn’t exerted his full power. If we were outside, and we launched our joint strike with our all, I’m certain we’d die."

"There’s no doubt. We would definitely die. One strike to destroy a hundred saints!"

The one hundred and eight Martial Saints were filled with trepidation.

Fortunately, within the Saint Tower, they were protected by its mysterious powers.

Upon defeat, the Saint Tower’s forces intervened, shielding the one hundred and eight Martial Saints.

After all, they were Martial Saints of the Holy Land.

Those applying for the Title Elder assessnt could die, but they could not.

On the other hand, outside the Saint Tower.

Even if they could coordinate their attack, they would surely perish.

The re thought sent shivers down their spines.

One strike to destroy a hundred saints!

This wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

Lu Changsheng stopped.

He withdrew his Sacred Body and stood there, hands folded, quietly in the void.

That strike of his had indeed swept through their defenses.

It seed no Martial Saint could resist it.

Not even the combined force of one hundred and eight Martial Saints.

But, in the end, a mysterious power intervened to block it.

This power, Lu Changsheng could sense.

It was the power of the Saint Tower!

Once the Saint Tower’s power intervened, the outco was settled.

The assessnt for the Title Elder was over!

"Swish."

Lu Changsheng’s figure flickered and was imdiately transported out of the Saint Tower.

At the sa ti, Lu Changsheng laid eyes on Elder Feng, who had been transported out before him and now stood before him.

"Congratulations, Daoist, for passing the assessnt!"

"Daoist, to strike down a hundred saints with one blow—your Divine Skills are truly boundless!"

Elder Feng drew a deep breath, his eyes locked on Lu Changsheng.

He couldn’t have anticipated that a Martial Saint at the Human Saint Level could unleash such a terrifying strike.

Elder Feng now realized that Lu Changsheng likely possessed an extraordinary identity outside the Holy Land.

He desperately wanted to know—who exactly was Lu Changsheng?