The Ancient Saint Gets Beaten to a Pulp

Looking at the myriad celestial swords in the sky, the Crimson Sun Martial Saint was shaken, and disbelief filled his eyes.

"How could one person control such immense power of heaven and earth? Could it be some kind of special treasure?"

A storm raged within him.

It's no wonder he thinks that way.

This is truly unbelievable. One Heavenly Sword is already powerful enough, but ten thousand Heavenly Swords are something that even the ancient saints would have to be wary of. You must know that the peerless foundations forged by these geniuses of each era are already extremely powerful, far surpassing ordinary Celestial Person. They are basically invincible beings in the Celestial Person Realm.

But the young Daoist priest before them had a much stronger foundation than they did.

This was somewhat beyond his comprehension.

"Just who is this person?" He kept thinking, and images of various figures kept appearing in his mind.

But there was no more time for him to think.

The ten thousand heavenly swords rained down upon them.

The sea was completely suppressed.

The onlookers were horrified. They had been retreating since the start of the battle, but now they were forced to continue retreating until they could barely see the two figures. Some martial artists with lower cultivation levels could only barely judge the progress of the battle by the changes in their aura.

Ye Qinghe's small mouth opened slightly:

"Is this what Little Nine Jiu looks like when he's going all out? So cool!"

She was filled with amazement and immense relief.

The little kid who used to follow me around has unknowingly grown so powerful, becoming the pillar of the True Martial Sect.

The True Martial disciples were trembling with excitement.

They simply assumed Ning Qi was also an ancient saint reincarnated, completely absorbed in the battle before them.

Under a barrage of shocked gazes.

The celestial swords, like countless stars, fell to earth, their extreme sharpness cutting tiny cracks into the void.

Ning Qi did not test the waters with his Sword Qi; he went all out from the start.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint felt immense pressure. He roared to the sky, and the great sun behind him unleashed its power without restraint, with streaks of golden-red light blooming. The Compass spun rapidly, and another extraordinary fire lion charged out, followed by a dense swarm of fire crows.

Both of them had done their best.

Fire crows burn the sea, heavenly swords suppress Yang.

This scene was reflected in everyone's eyes and was destined to be remembered for a lifetime.

Rumble! Rumble!

Terrifying trembling sounds echoed continuously.

The Heavenly Sword pierced through the fire crows with unstoppable force. The Golden Crow and the Fire Lion charged out together, but they were suppressed under the Heavenly Sword's encirclement. The terrifying number overwhelmed the quality, and the sky was dyed crimson. The two sides were locked in a stalemate, but it was clear that the Heavenly Sword's sharpness remained undiminished.

Ning Qi's Sword Art changed.

The remaining Heavenly Sword underwent another change.

The next moment, a giant celestial sword materialized, resembling an ancient sword-shaped mountain. Not only was its sharpness even greater, but it also possessed an incomparably heavy aura, continuing to suppress the Crimson Sun Martial Saint with its majestic power.

The Martial Saint of the Crimson Sun's expression changed drastically, a strong sense of crisis sending chills down his spine.

Without any hesitation, he spat out a mouthful of spiritual blood. He felt excruciating pain, his heart was bleeding, but there was nothing he could do.

The sun, which had been somewhat dim, was irrigated with spiritual blood and once again burst forth with brilliant light.

The giant celestial sword collided with the crimson sun.

The terrifying roar brought a brief silence to the world, and everyone could only stare blankly at the scene. Then the sound exploded completely, and everyone covered their ears in pain. Some people were bleeding from their seven orifices and frantically took life-saving pills. Watching this battle was more dangerous than fighting to the death themselves, but many people still couldn't help themselves.

The light faded.

The young Daoist stood gracefully on his dragon, his gaze calmly fixed ahead. In contrast, the Crimson Sun Martial Saint was somewhat disheveled, his face pale, his anger barely contained, and a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Fine! Fine! Fine! It seems we're destined for a fight to the death today!" he gritted his teeth. "Since you're not willing to back down, then let's have a good fight today. Even if our long-term plans come to naught in a single day, so be it!"

Ning Qi remained silent, only offering a mocking chuckle.

He could see through the other party's bluster; the point that their long-term plan had come to naught was merely an attempt to intimidate him with harsh words.

pity.

I am not an ancient sage.

Even if we can't kill him today, we must make him pay a heavy price; a single drop of spiritual blood won't suffice.

Thinking of his master coughing up blood, his eyes turned icy cold again.

The power of heaven and earth converged, and the energy within his body rapidly calmed down. The white dragon beneath Ning Qi raised its head high, ready to attack again. The Crimson Sun Martial Saint cursed inwardly, but he was also prepared to fight to the death once more. If he were to leave in such a sorry state, his reputation would be completely ruined.

But suddenly...

Both of them turned to look in one direction: the distant sea. A blind old man, leaning on a cane, approached, sighing with a sense of helplessness.

Recalling what the other party had done on True Profound Mountain, Ning Qi's expression changed slightly, while the Crimson Sun Martial Saint was secretly delighted. He coldly shouted:

"Today I will settle this with you!"

He was certain that the Martial Saint of Heaven would stop the two of them, so he was no longer flustered. Since that was the case, he couldn't afford to tarnish his reputation.

Seeing the other party's arrogant demeanor, Ning Qi remained silent.

The white dragon, however, lunged forward with even greater ferocity.

If Zhan Tian Martial Saint wanted to get involved in this matter, he was powerless to do so for the time being, but until Zhan Tian Martial Saint spoke, he would pretend he hadn't seen it.

Strands of spiritual energy caused the void to tremble.

The White Dragon relentlessly beat the dim Golden Crow, while the Crimson Sun Martial Saint stubbornly resisted amplifying his power with his spiritual blood. The Great Sun Compass had somehow fallen into his hands and was supplying spiritual energy to the maximum extent possible.

The Martial Saint who had cleaved the heavens had already arrived.

He was about to speak.

Sudden.

The once calm fog has begun to change.

Amidst everyone's astonished expressions, the mist, like a giant beast opening its jaws, swallowed up the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint.

Ning Qi's eyes flickered slightly, as if he understood something, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint's expression changed drastically.

Ning Qi had no intention of wasting time.

In that short moment, his internal Gang Essence recovered considerably. With a wave of his hand, countless celestial swords once again appeared in the void. Although there weren't as many as before, they were enough to condense into a giant celestial sword again.

Seeing the giant celestial sword pressing down again, the Crimson Sun Martial Saint gritted his teeth and spat out another mouthful of spiritual blood. The radiance of the great sun surged, and the golden crow cried out.

The roar shook the heavens once more.

But this time...

Ning Qi did not stop.

His eyes flashed with golden light, filled with a chilling murderous intent. He had already figured out the true strength of the Crimson Sun Martial Saint before. He had enough explosive power, but he was only willing to spat out a mouthful or two of spiritual blood. This was his chance!

He naturally couldn't use the same method a second time.

now.

When the Great Sun and the Heavenly Sword collided.

Ning Qi focused his mind and spirit, and unleashed the innate divine Sword Qi energy that he had been nurturing within his body for a long time!

The strength of the Myriad Swords Returning to the Origin lies in its continuous and endless flow, while the strength of the Innate Divine Sword Qi lies in its extreme sharpness and explosive power. If we talk about single-target killing, the Innate Divine Sword Qi is even better than the Giant Heavenly Sword.

In the void, a spatial rift the thickness of a finger spread for hundreds of feet, yet it did not dissipate immediately.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint was terrified, his pupils filled with disbelief.

But at this moment, he was in a state where his old strength had been depleted and new strength had not yet been generated. Although the spiritual blood was useful, it wasn't something he could just vomit up whenever he wanted. His roar was mixed with a trace of fear:

"Martial Saint, save me!"

The fog swirled, but no one broke through.

In despair, at the critical moment, he could only grit his teeth and throw out the Great Sun Compass. The golden crow cried out in anguish as it was pierced by the terrifying Sword Qi. The Great Sun Compass collided with it, producing a crisp clanging sound. Its light dimmed further and further. The Sword Qi flashed and disappeared in an instant. A strange aura emanated from the Crimson Sun Martial Saint, who let out a strange cry. One of his arms rose into the air and was then pulverized. Only the Great Sun Compass was carried back by the aftershocks of the Sword Qi.

Ning Qi raised an eyebrow.

This ancient sage is indeed difficult to kill.

But he didn't give up.

He prepared to forcibly nurture a second innate divine Sword Qi.

Ning Qi took a step forward, his body radiating light. He struck out with his palm, causing the void to tremble. His physical strength was terrifying. He slapped the Crimson Sun Martial Saint across the mouth, knocking out several teeth and causing him to spit out blood. Ning Qi sighed, "Ancient Saints are truly tough and thick-skinned. Anyone else would have been smashed into bloody pulp long ago."

The members of the True Martial Sect were incredibly excited, their blood boiling.

The corners of Daoist Longshan's mouth curled up slightly without anyone noticing.

Ning Qi slapped him a few more times, seizing an opening to kick the Crimson Sun Martial Saint around like a football.

Everyone was stunned.

On the vast ocean, the young Daoist priest was terrifyingly fierce.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint soared hundreds of feet, his eyes turning blood red.

Utter disgrace!

What a disgrace!

He unleashed a berserk aura, determined to fight to the death.

A soft sigh rang out, and Ning Qi's fist was stopped by an unmatched force, gently pulling him backward. His eyes flashed, and his Sword Qi swept away the fallen Great Sun Compass. Knowing when to stop, the innate divine Sword Qi that he had been forcibly nurtured within his body gradually subsided.

Unbeknownst to them, the Martial Saint had already appeared between the two.

"Chiyang, stop. If you burn out your spiritual blood, you'll have to start all over again," the old man sighed.

The violent aura of the Crimson Sun Martial Saint was calmed by a powerful force, but his eyes were bloodshot, like Fierce Beasts ready to devour its prey. He looked at Ning Qi with a desire to tear him to pieces. Although the loss of his left arm did not affect his strength as Martial Saint, being brutally beaten in front of so many people was driving him mad.

"He must pay the price!" roared the Crimson Sun Martial Saint.

Ning Qi met his gaze calmly.

"Then let's continue. I'm not afraid of you."

Zhan Tian Martial Saint had a slight headache. He glanced almost imperceptibly at the young Daoist, a ripple of emotion stirring within him. This boy was truly extraordinary. He then looked at Chi Yang Martial Saint, and finally said:

"That's enough for today."

Ning Qi knew that it was impossible to continue, and since he hadn't suffered any losses, he simply nodded indifferently.

But how could the Martial Saint of the Crimson Sun agree?

He suffered heavy losses today.

They have lost all their dignity.

It will likely become a laughing stock in the future.

"Absolutely impossible!" His eyes were icy cold.

The blind old man suddenly turned his head, his empty eyes sending chills down one's spine. He stared at the Crimson Sun Martial Saint and calmly said:

I said, that's enough.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint felt as if he had been doused with ice water; his anger and resentment vanished instantly. His expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, but he finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright, I'll give you, the Martial Saint of Heaven-Slaying, some face!"

But in his heart he thought, if he could find an opportunity when the Martial Saint was not around, he would definitely avenge today's humiliation!

When the Spirituality returns, the Martial Saint of Heaven-Slaying will be preoccupied and have no time for anything else; that may be the opportunity.

He had vaguely figured out the background of the young Daoist in front of him. He did not seem to be an ancient saint. Although his foundation was extraordinary and his methods were very strange, his foundation was definitely not as deep as his own.

With this thought in mind, he gave Ning Qi a cold look, gradually calming his anger.

"Give me back the Great Sun Compass!"

Ning Qi remained calm and composed.

"What Compass? I've never seen one before."

The Martial Saint was furious. He had clearly seen this brat take advantage of his inability to control the Compass, lure it back to his side, and then disappear. Now he was actually lying through his teeth. It was utterly shameless!

"You're talking nonsense! You were the one who took it!" He looked at Zhan Tian Martial Saint.

Ning Qi said innocently:

"I've never seen anything like it. This kind of inferior product was probably shattered by my Sword Qi just now."

The Martial Saint of the Crimson Sun was even more furious.

The Martial Saint of Heaven-Slaying had some helplessness:

"Young friend..."

Ning Qi felt a little regretful. He had originally wanted to take the Great Sun Compass to study it and see how it differed from the Yu King Pearl, but now it seemed he would have to hand it over. After all, the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint was too powerful, and he couldn't go too far.

But at this moment...

A deafening roar echoed through the air.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Suddenly, the mist that had covered the surrounding sea began to fluctuate violently and then rapidly contracted, revealing an isolated island before them. The island was completely shrouded in mist, and only the shadowy figures of cranes and mythical Spirit Beast could be vaguely seen flying about. A gentle breeze seemed to carry celestial palaces within the mist.

The many martial artists were all shocked.

"Is this the true appearance of the True Martial Palace? Isn't it a celestial palace fallen to earth?"

Most of the people here had never set foot on the Small Island before, and they were all excited at this moment. Some of them couldn't wait to head towards the island.

But the next moment...

Those people stopped in their tracks in shock.

Boom!

Another loud bang.

The sea overturned, and columns of water shot straight into the sky.

Next.

The isolated island that concealed the celestial palace came to life. Accompanied by a long, ancient roar, the island rose into the air, and endless waves rolled down from its edge, resembling a celestial waterfall from the heavens, shrouded in White Mist.

Everyone was stunned.

This is hardly an isolated island.

It was clearly an enormous tortoise-like beast!

The giant tortoise, over a thousand feet long, raised its head and roared in a deep voice. Its four hooves pounded the ground like pillars of heaven treading on the sea, while its tail coiled like a serpent in the White Mist.

Ning Qi was shaken and amazed. He finally understood what the trace he had discovered when he searched for the True Martial Palace was—it was this giant tortoise.

He met the giant tortoise's gaze, and seeing that familiar look of admiration, he became even more certain of his previous guess.

The Martial Saint wasn't suddenly enveloped in the White Mist for no reason. Ning Qi's lips couldn't help but curve slightly. He knew that the Great Sun Compass had probably already been found.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint's expression gradually darkened.

The giant tortoise shifted its gaze, finally settling on the Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint, its deep voice reverberating across the heavens:

"Old friend, long time no see."