Reaping Another Fifth Realm Martial Saint

Ning Qi remained calm and composed, simply observing the scene before him as if he had just crushed not a fourth-realm Martial Saint, but an Ants.

This was naturally within his expectations.

Before reaching the Martial Saint, he could only rely on Martial Saint treasures to fight, so the gap couldn't be widened. Now that he has reached the Martial Saint, the gap naturally becomes apparent. With Ning Qi's foundation, it would be problematic if he couldn't do it so easily.

He felt a sense of satisfaction.

Back in the Black Sand Sea, the Crimson Sun Martial Saint insulted his master. He didn't have the ability to kill him on the spot, so he could only collect some interest first. Now that the Crimson Sun Martial Saint has come to him, he naturally won't be polite.

Boom!

The Martial Saint fell, and the heavens and earth roared.

Blood rained down slowly, each drop of spiritual blood containing immense power.

The atmosphere became tense and frozen.

The three Martial Saint, who had been intently watching the battle, were stunned. They subconsciously rubbed their eyes, their pupils suddenly contracted, and a huge wave of shock surged in their hearts.

They stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

I originally thought it would be a fierce battle, and perhaps I could even take advantage of the chaos.

But what did they see now?

The Heavenly Martial Saint crushed the Crimson Sun Martial Saint with a single blow.

It's like pinching a chick.

If it weren't for the earth-shaking roar and the blood rain of the Martial Saint right before their eyes, they would have truly thought it was an illusion. But the fact was right in front of them, leaving them no choice but to believe it. The Thunder Martial Saint hissed inwardly, feeling both fear and relief.

Almost there.

It was so close.

That's the one that got crushed.

"Brother Chiyang, you are a good man. I will always offer incense and prayers for you in the future."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the Crimson Sun Martial Saint hadn't emerged first, he would be the one rushing forward now. Looking at the young Daoist again, he felt that the young Daoist was unfathomable and unfathomable. His arrogant and domineering words had become exceptionally profound.

All three Martial Saint were paralyzed without exception.

They were at a loss for what to do. If they didn't leave, it would seem like they had ulterior motives. But if they left without a word, and the Heavenly Sword Martial Saint came looking for them later, they would be finished. They could only stay obediently in the distance.

The members of the True Martial Sect were also astonished.

Daoist Longshan and Luo Wentian naturally believed in Ning Qi's strength, but they didn't expect Ning Qi to kill the Crimson Sun Martial Saint so decisively. Such strength was simply heaven-defying.

After the initial shock...

The True Martial disciples erupted in thunderous cheers.

The gazes directed at Ning Qi were filled with fervent admiration.

There was only one person.

After the blankness comes extreme hatred and anger.

Purple Moon Martial Saint stared blankly at the scene before her. The drops of spiritual blood were still filled with the aura of her elder brother, Red Sun, but his voice and smile had completely disappeared.

They've fallen.

She found it hard to accept.

Everything happened so suddenly. She had prepared herself for the Crimson Sun Martial Saint to be no match for her and to make a move at any time, but she never expected it to turn out like this. With just one strike, her physical body was shattered.

"Ah!!!!"

An angry scream erupted with terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, causing ripples to appear in the void like shattered glass. Mountains crumbled and turned to dust. She felt even more resentful after seeing Ning Qi collect the blood rain from the fallen Crimson Sun Martial Saint and throw it at the sword embryo.

"You beast, you're asking for death!!"

Purple Moon Martial Saint went completely berserk.

She and Chiyang Wusheng became Martial Saint brothers and had feelings for each other. They originally promised to never leave each other after they met again in this life, but they were Celestial Person just as they began.

"I will tear your body apart inch by inch, to be buried with Brother Chiyang."

She was filled with an icy aura, the five elements circulated within her body, and an incomparably powerful aura swept across the void. A bright moon, brimming with purple qi, appeared behind her, and as she flicked her sash, beautiful purple moonlight showered down.

The Thunder Martial Saint was horrified. That was not moonlight at all; it was clearly a sharp blade that could cut through flesh. Even though the moonlight was not shining on him, he was still terrified. The five elements energy flowing on it was somewhat frightening.

The difference between the Fifth Realm Martial Saint and the Fourth Realm Martial Saint is the greatest, because the former has already Perfection the Five Elements, and can not only freely transform the Five Elements and amplify each other, but also evolve many powerful techniques.

The moonlight at this moment is one of them.

It possesses a sharpness that surpasses the energy of metal, the gentleness of water, and the vitality of wood. Most terrifyingly, this moonlight has a dreamlike quality, vaguely blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Ning Qi raised an eyebrow.

"That's interesting."

Ever since the old Daoist priest from Bai Shan reminded him that the Martial Saint Chiyang had a powerful sworn sister, he had been keeping a close eye on her. Originally, his bottom line was that he would break through to the third realm of Martial Saint, so that he would have no problem fighting the other party. Now that he had stepped into the fourth realm of Martial Saint, he was naturally even more confident.

As for now.

He was trying to uncover the secrets of the Perfection of the Five Elements.

He didn't know if any of the ancient saints had surpassed the level of the fifth-realm Martial Saint after the Spirituality was restored, but he guessed that the fifth-realm Martial Saint was already among the top group, and he would inevitably have many opportunities to deal with them in the future. Moreover, he himself was going to advance to the fifth-realm Martial Saint, so it wouldn't hurt to learn more about them in advance.

Ning Qi stepped forward.

The Golden Eyes of Truth had already clearly seen through the illusion of the purple moonlight.

He continued to draw the blood rain of the Martial Saint into the sword embryo with his right hand, wanting to make use of the waste and make the sword embryo even more perfect from the start.

The left hand is raised to form a mudra.

The surging spiritual energy converged, and the fragments of mountains shattered and reformed, transforming into a large seal, ancient and heavy, upon which sat a Xuanwu, possessing the power to suppress everything.

True Martial Seal.

It is divided into two methods: the True Dragon Seal and the Black Tortoise Seal.

Ning Qi is currently using the Xuanwu Seal.

Boom!

The Xuanwu Seal pressed down on the vast expanse of moonlight, locking down the entire void. Regardless of whether it was real or illusory, it would suppress everything!

The moonlight, like a celestial blade, seemed intent on cleaving open the ancient mountain's great seal.

But it only left behind deep marks. Instead, the moonlight shattered under the suppression of the ancient seal, and the dreamlike feeling dissipated like bubbles. The ancient seal pressed forward relentlessly, continuing to suppress the Purple Moon Martial Saint.

Purple Moon Martial Saint's pupils contracted; no matter how much hatred she felt, she knew that this opponent was somewhat terrifying.

Although he was only a fourth-level Martial Saint, his spiritual power was incredibly vast, his foundation profound and unseen throughout the ages.

Having reincarnated through so many eras, I have never heard of this person's name.

She found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Who exactly are you, and what grudge do you hold against me!" Purple Moon Martial Saint felt that he might have been set up.

The purple ribbon in her hand snapped straight, transforming into a divine sword. Streams of sword light tore through the heavens and earth, shattering the ancient seal into dust. Even so, she was blasted back a thousand feet, her breath coming in short gasps.

It's obvious at a glance which is better.

Ning Qi remained calm.

After a brief exchange, he had a pretty good grasp of his opponent's abilities; if that was all, he wouldn't be a match for him.

He didn't speak.

He glanced at the sword embryo in the sky. After being infused with the flesh and blood of the Crimson Sun Martial Saint, the sword embryo was clearly more abundant in Origin. The flesh and blood of a fourth-realm Martial Saint was no ordinary thing. He was somewhat looking forward to it.

Purple Moon Martial Saint's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted sternly:

"You foresaw the birth of this sword embryo long ago, deliberately luring Brother Chiyang and me here so that we could nourish it with our blood and flesh, thus creating the demonic sword! With such treacherous intentions, aren't you afraid of being pursued by the Martial Saint of Heaven-Slaying, or condemned by all the saints?!"

Anyone with eyes could see that the Purple Moon Martial Saint was already showing signs of weakness beneath her fierce exterior.

They even brought out the Martial Saint who could slay the heavens.

Ning Qi chuckled to himself.

You have quite the imagination.

"You clearly came seeking revenge yourselves, yet you claim I led you here. That's quite amusing." Ning Qi's gaze locked onto Purple Moon Martial Saint, sending a chill down her spine. "However, you've reminded me; the flesh and blood of a Fifth Realm Martial Saint should allow this sword embryo to advance even further."

Upon hearing this...

The three Martial Saints, including the Thunder Martial Saint, felt their mouths go dry. The Martial Saint of Purple Moon's earlier speculation had already made them uneasy, and now that Ning Qi had spoken, they just wanted to leave this dangerous place immediately.

But I dare not.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and keep watching.

Purple Moon Martial Saint's pupils also contracted sharply. A sense of alarm rose in her heart as she saw that Ning Qi had already disappeared in the distance.

"Where are you looking?" A soft voice sounded from behind.

A domineering punch that tore through the void had already landed.

Purple Moon Martial Saint's heart pounded wildly, and her ribbons instantly swelled, wrapping around her layer upon layer, but they only managed to withstand part of the power of the punch. With a loud bang, Purple Moon Martial Saint's waist was broken, and she coughed up blood continuously.

She wanted to retaliate.

But then two dragon roars rang out one after the other.

The twin dragons of water and fire formed a trapping force, firmly locking it in. This was a move that Ning Qi had comprehended using the Yu King Pearl and the Great Sun Compass before he reached the Martial Saint realm. It allowed water and fire to work together. Now that Ning Qi reached the Martial Saint and has refined the two energies of water and fire, he is now completely different from before.

The Purple Moon Martial Saint was terrified. She manifested her signature Purple Moon and frantically slashed with beams of moonlight, but they were all melted by water and fire. She gritted her teeth and urged the Purple Moon to suppress the dragon, but she only managed to melt a part of its body. Escaping would not be so easy.

But Ning Qi clearly wouldn't let this opportunity slip by so easily.

One link leads to another.

The Purple Moon Martial Saint has already fallen into the trap.

The audience watched with bated breath; what seemed like a long time actually took the two to exchange blows very quickly.

A golden light flashed in Ning Qi's eyes, his expression indifferent. He pointed his finger, and an incredibly dazzling Sword Qi appeared out of thin air. This was the innate divine sword Sword Qi. After stepping into the Martial Saint, its sharpness was even greater than before. When it was unleashed, it tore a spatial rift several feet wide in the void along its path.

If this had happened before the cataclysmic changes in the world, it would probably be more than ten times wider.

The scene was somewhat horrifying.

The Martial Saint were all terrified.

The Sword Qi was hidden within the spatial rift, making it impossible to lock onto, and its speed was extremely fast.

The Purple Moon Martial Saint, who was struggling to break free from the twin dragons' restraints, widened his eyes, and then his pupils suddenly opened.

She slowly lowered her head to look.

Her heart had been pierced by the Sword Qi at some unknown time, and the terrifying sharpness was crushing her life force.

"You... you... who exactly are you...?"

But he didn't finish his sentence.

The Sword Qi had completely torn it apart, turning it into a rain of blood.

Boom!

Another Martial Saint has fallen, and the heavens and earth roar.

Even Martial Saint of the Fifth Realm was suppressed by Ning Qi, and without much effort.

The three Martial Saint, including Mad Thunder Martial Saint, were dumbfounded. Everything before them felt like a dream. When did a Fourth Realm Martial Saint become able to kill a Fifth Realm Martial Saint so easily? Could it be that they had been resurrected in the wrong era?

It should be understood that those who can reach the level of Martial Saint of the Fourth or Fifth Martial Saint are not far apart in terms of talent and ability; what they compete with each other is more about their foundation.

In the past.

At most, there are only four-realm Martial Saint who can rely on various methods to rival five-realm Martial Saint and barely avoid defeat. This already makes them a monstrous talent in a class of their own.

Everything before my eyes is somewhat surreal.

Extremely far away.

A disheveled old Daoist priest was hurrying along. After dealing with the fortuitous opportunity of the True Profound Sect, the old Daoist priest from Bai Shan rushed here. When he heard the booming sound of the Martial Saint's fall, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Ning Qi... really? Someone as monstrous as him shouldn't be so unlucky."

He had a bad feeling; perhaps the newly promoted Martial Saint of True Martial Mountain had been killed.

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan sped along at breakneck speed.

The aura of a Fifth Realm Martial Saint was unmistakable, with the five elements circulating around his body at an extremely fast speed.

soon.

True Martial Mountain is in sight.

He immediately spotted the three Martial Saint, Martial Saint, Martial Saint, and Kuanglei, who were "spying" in the distance. His eyes narrowed, and he charged toward True Martial Mountain without concealing his aura. He thought that True Martial Mountain was under siege, after all, the treasure light that soared into the sky was even greater than the fortuitous opportunity of his own Zhenxuan Mountain.

The three Martial Saint, felt their scalps tingle. Another Martial Saint of the Fifth Realm had arrived. They felt a pang of regret, wishing they hadn't gotten involved in this mess.

But soon...

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan was stunned.

Just then, they saw Ning Qi guiding the Purple Moon Martial Saint's blood rain to nourish the sword embryo.

"Ah?"

The immense power within that spiritual blood startled him. If he wasn't mistaken, it was probably a Martial Saint of the Fifth Realm, on par with himself.

Ning Qi turned his head and smiled:

"You arrived so quickly, have you finished dealing with things at Zhenxuan Mountain?"

He was somewhat moved. This old Daoist from Bai Shan was truly a friend. After reminding him about the Purple Moon Martial Saint, he promised to come as soon as the Spirituality was restored to prevent the Crimson Sun Martial Saint and the other from taking action. And now he had indeed come.

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan had a dry mouth; he couldn't help but ask:

What's wrong with you?

Ning Qi smiled:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Purple Moon Martial Saint you mentioned."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan suddenly widened his eyes.

My goodness!

Was Ziyue Martial Saint really killed by that brat Ning?

Doesn't that mean that if I were to face Ning Qi, I would suffer the same fate?

His head was a little foggy.

So much so that the following sentence, "The Crimson Sun Martial Saint has already been put in," was not heard very clearly.

A moment later.

The old Daoist priest from Bai Shan gave a bitter smile:

"You're a true prodigy!"

Fortunately, he rushed over in a panic, thinking something had happened. Now he realized that Ning Qi hadn't been defeated; instead, he had turned the tables and killed the brother and sister, putting them all into the sword embryo without wasting a single one.

Watching Ning Qi drawing upon lightning to temper the sword embryo.

He had an indescribable feeling deep inside.

"This guy is definitely different from others."