"Do you all believe that the path of martial arts ends at the Grandmaster Realm?"
In the northern district of Xiangyang City, within a hidden, dilapidated courtyard, Li Qing stood with his hands behind his back, surveying several martial artists who were close to the Grandmaster Realm.
These were the most outstanding orphans in the Black Market, each with remarkably gifted aptitude for martial arts.
Although all of them had received considerable resources and training, they had still risen above dozens of other orphans, advancing through martial arts at a tremendous pace.
Hearing Li Qing's question, they all nodded instinctively.
"No. You are wrong—utterly and completely wrong!"
"Paths are forged by people. Do you think martial arts existed when heaven and earth first opened?"
"Those before planted trees so those after could enjoy the shade. The martial path you walk today was likewise created by others!"
"It is merely because immortal cultivation exists that, despite martial arts being passed down for so many years, no one has attempted to create a path beyond it."
As he spoke, Li Qing slowly assumed a horse stance, then stirred the qi and blood within his body.
Boom!
His surging qi and blood burst forth from his body, violent and dense, like wave after wave of raging billows!
The martial artists listening to Li Qing's teachings felt an immensely powerful pressure at that moment, as though it were a coercion originating from the very level of life itself.
This pressure was even far stronger than that of the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators in the Black Market. They were like mice encountering a cat, able only to tremble in place.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Li Qing's hair flew wildly, as though vast currents of air were spreading from within his body.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Dull heartbeats