Once the Mystic Sect Appears, the Martial Men of the Realm Are Nothing More Than This

Upon the city wall, the Devil Master gazed into the distance. Seeing Xu Tianji forced back, shock appeared on his face.

That middle-aged man was no ordinary person. He was a genuine Heaven-Reaching Realm expert, the head of a sect. Yet even the two of them joining forces could not offset Changsheng Taoist Priest's power?

This was simply absurd...

The Devil Master was deeply shaken. His gaze flickered as he began making other calculations.

Elsewhere.

On the roof of the Seventh Prince's residence stood fourteen figures: Disaster Buddha and the Thirteen Heavenly Lodestar Assassins. They were watching the battle as well.

Disaster Buddha frowned. Changsheng Taoist Priest's strength inevitably reminded him of the mysterious person who had slain Calamity Buddha, but the two possessed vastly different temperaments.

The leader of the Thirteen Heavenly Lodestar Assassins was named Gui Liu. He was powerfully built but slim-waisted, his hands resting on a massive saber. Beneath his conical hat, a pair of eyes as cold and vicious as snakes and scorpions showed. He said, "This man must be above the Heaven-Reaching Realm. Xu Tianji is the same. Who would have thought that the Great Jing martial world still hid such figures? This martial wasteland is not as weak as we imagined."

Another assassin snorted. "Indeed. Even the Punishment Head under that old emperor has surpassed the Heaven-Reaching Realm. Who knows where he recruited them from?"

As they spoke, Xu Tianji released his grip. His eyes locked tightly onto Jiang Changsheng, becoming incomparably sharp.

The once arrogant and overbearing middle-aged man had been cowed by Jiang Changsheng's power. He stared at him in fear, no longer daring to speak, much less make a move.

The five fingers of Jiang Changsheng's left hand, which rested upon the sword hilt, moved as though plucking a zither. He smiled. "I'll give you a chance. Come at me all together. If you can give me a satisfying fight, I may not kill you."

He had to earn a survival reward from this scene. The value of a survival reward depended on the enemy's strength, so he employed a provocation.

Xu Tianji snorted heavily. "Taoist Priest, you truly are arrogant. There is no need for five hundred men. I alone am enough!"

He pushed aside the middle-aged man. As his steps rang out, his aura erupted and True Qi surged, making his robes snap in the wind while his long hair streamed behind him. The other martial arts experts scattered, surrounding Jiang Changsheng to prevent his escape.

Qing Ku and the other three had already retreated halfway down the mountain. They continued watching the battle, nervous beyond measure.

They knew Jiang Changsheng was strong, but there were over five hundred martial arts experts here.

Little Prince Wei, Wang Chen, Ping'an, and the other disciples watched from a stone pavilion on the mountain. From here, they could barely see what was happening below.

"Can Master win?" Little Prince Wei asked nervously. This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a grand scene.

Wang Chen nodded. "He can win. He will definitely win."

Ping'an howled and yelped. If Wang Chen had not held him back, the boy would likely have charged down the mountain.

Xu Tianji advanced step by step, his aura rising continuously until it surpassed that of the Heaven-Reaching Realm. The other martial arts experts were startled as well.

"Sect Master Xu's power is this terrifying?"

"That scared me to death. It seems Sect Master Xu was careless just now."

"Of course. With Sect Master Xu's skills, dodging would have been easy."

"But Changsheng Taoist Priest of Dragon Arising Temple truly is powerful. His strength has already reached the pinnacle of the martial world."

"Changsheng Taoist Priest looks so young. Could the rumors be true? Did he survive a Thunder Tribulation and retain his youthful appearance? Is he an immortal deity descended to the mortal world?"

The martial arts experts discussed heatedly, their gazes fixed upon Xu Tianji and Jiang Changsheng.

Xu Tianji stopped three zhang away from Jiang Changsheng. He began circulating his power through both palms, crossing them before himself to trace circles before resting them in front of his lower abdomen. His aura had reached its peak, making all experts within a hundred zhang feel suffocated by the overwhelming pressure.

He suddenly stomped his foot and charged at Jiang Changsheng. Blue True Qi condensed in his right palm as he struck out, like a blade tearing through the falling snow, unstoppable in its advance.

Jiang Changsheng raised his eyes, and golden light burst forth. A huge golden phantom emerged from his body, swiftly growing five zhang tall. Its figure resembled his, but it possessed three heads and six arms, each holding a different Dharma implement.

Mystic Sect Dharma Form!

Xu Tianji's pupils shrank. Before he could react, the Mystic Sect Dharma Form swung a sword phantom into his True Qi and sent him flying.

Xu Tianji tumbled through the air before swiftly landing and sliding backward. He slapped the ground with his right palm, steadying himself.

Everyone's eyes widened, their faces bearing the expression of people who had seen a ghost—including Qing Ku's group of four and the disciples watching from the mountain.

The Devil Master, Disaster Buddha, the Thirteen Heavenly Lodestar Assassins, and martial artists watching throughout the city were all stunned.

What was that?

Xu Tianji only felt his blood and Qi roiling while his five viscera and six bowels ached unbearably. He forcibly swallowed the mouthful of blood rising in his throat. Rising to his feet, he asked in a deep voice, "What martial art is this?"

Jiang Changsheng replied calmly, "The Mystic Sect Dharma Form. It is a martial art I created myself, and it will become Dragon Arising Temple's supreme art in the future. Today, I shall let the heroes of the realm witness the might of the Mystic Sect Dharma Form."

Everyone remembered that name, savoring the profound meaning hidden within it.

Xu Tianji suddenly vanished from where he stood. The next instant, he appeared to Jiang Changsheng's left, his right palm sweeping upward toward Jiang Changsheng's face.

Jiang Changsheng glanced at him and swept his whisk with his right hand, striking Xu Tianji's face. Xu Tianji felt that the soft whisk strands contained the force of ten thousand jun, nearly blacking out his vision.

One arm of the Mystic Sect Dharma Form gripped a gigantic hammer and smashed it down. With a boom, Xu Tianji was hammered into the snow. This time, he could no longer hide the blood; it sprayed from his mouth.

Xu Tianji planted his left palm on the ground, and True Qi erupted. His pupils actually turned blue as he shattered the hammer phantom and flew sideways, widening the distance again.

Jiang Changsheng raised his brows. Was this the rumored Undying Divine Art?

It had some substance!

That burst of power truly was impressive, though Jiang Changsheng had mainly held back.

He had spared him because he wanted to farm a survival reward.

Xu Tianji rose to his feet and raised both hands. His True Qi transformed into a saber that slashed down in fury. The saber Qi stretched ten zhang long, splitting the flying snow that filled the sky as though dividing heaven and earth in two.

The Mystic Sect Dharma Form raised its long staff, forming a barrier that easily blocked the saber Qi!

Xu Tianji charged Jiang Changsheng again. He leaped into the air and delivered a flying kick, True Qi swirling around his body like a divine arrow that could pierce all things.

Another hand of the Mystic Sect Dharma Form swung its fan at him. Xu Tianji did not dodge. Instead, he increased his True Qi. He had shattered the giant hammer earlier, which proved that the Mystic Sect Dharma Form was not invincible.

Bang!

Xu Tianji was sent flying by the fan, sailing over the heads of hundreds of people before smashing into the city wall. The wall caved in, shattered stones flying everywhere. His entire body was embedded within it, utterly bedraggled.

Silence!

At the foot of Dragon Arising Mountain, a deathly stillness descended.

The Devil Master, Disaster Buddha, and the Thirteen Heavenly Lodestar Assassins were all dumbfounded.

Xu Tianji's speed and power were formidable, and even his martial arts were tyrannical. Yet before the Mystic Sect Dharma Form, he seemed unable to withstand a single blow.

"What are you all waiting for? Attack together. Could it be that every martial man in Great Jing is a coward? When Gu Han invaded, you did not dare take the field and kill the enemy, yet you only dare bully the few with the many from behind? If that is the case, then I truly will look down on Great Jing's martial world!"

Jiang Changsheng's voice rang out. His tone was calm, but the mockery in his words deeply provoked every expert present.

Everyone who had entered the city was a martial world expert. The disciples of each sect could only wait outside the city, partly because they feared the imperial court would seize the chance to wipe out the sects' experts.

A white-haired old man roared, "Attack together! Do not let this thieving Taoist look down upon us! If we give it everything we have, he may not be able to kill us all!"

He immediately charged toward Jiang Changsheng. The rage of over five hundred experts surged forth as they attacked Jiang Changsheng from every direction. Some even leaped into the air, creating an overwhelming, sky-covering force.

Amid the ice and snow, Jiang Changsheng had nowhere to flee. The Mystic Sect Dharma Form gleamed with golden light, dazzling beyond compare.

Jiang Changsheng gripped the hilt of the Taihang Sword and pulled it from the snow. In that instant, the Mystic Sect Dharma Form grew taller as well, wildly brandishing the implements in its six arms.

Clang! Clang! Bang! Crack...

Countless collisions rang out. More than five hundred martial arts experts charged Jiang Changsheng and the Mystic Sect Dharma Form one after another. Though the Mystic Sect Dharma Form had six arms, it could not kill all five hundred at once.

Jiang Changsheng waved his whisk, sending each attacking martial man flying as though sweeping away dust, effortless and at ease.

This sight rendered every spectator silent, their faces filled with disbelief.

Jiang Changsheng and the Mystic Sect Dharma Form stood unmoving. No matter how many experts pounced upon them, all were defeated and driven back.

"Master is amazing!"

Little Prince Wei was beside himself with excitement. If Wang Chen had not grabbed the back of his collar, he would likely have leaped from the cliff.

Disaster Buddha trembled all over and muttered, "What realm is he in?"

Among so many experts, the weakest were at the True Origin Realm, while over fifty had reached the Spirit Sense Realm, yet none were his match.

Third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, True Origin, Spirit Sense, Heaven-Reaching, God Heart!

Was the God Heart Realm truly this invincible?

After toying with them for a while, Jiang Changsheng lost interest. Though he needed to farm a survival reward, he could not simply let others humiliate him. Some people had to die in this battle!

Bang!

He stomped an attacking female martial artist into the snow. The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out. She coughed up blood and instantly fainted.

"Everyone, it is time to end this."

Jiang Changsheng raised his eyes, and his gaze became incomparably cold. Killing intent spread outward.

The Mystic Sect Dharma Form raised its six arms. Its three heads merged into one, its six arms merged into two, and its six Dharma implements condensed into a single golden sword that slashed down in fury.

Sword Qi surged mightily as fierce winds howled. Whether they were martial men charging forward or lying on the ground, all were swept into the air. Even the city wall holding Xu Tianji cracked apart, fissures spreading across it as though it were about to collapse. The heavy snow filling the sky was blown into the city like rolling fog.

The semi-conscious Xu Tianji fell into the snow, rubble scattered across his body. He could no longer spare a thought for pain. The thunderous roar between heaven and earth made him miserable, and faintly, he heard countless screams.

After an unknown length of time, everything finally returned to calm.

Xu Tianji laboriously lifted his head and opened his eyes. A figure approached, blocking the sunlight. It was Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng looked down at him and asked, "Do you wish to die or live? Do you wish them all dead, or do you wish them to live alongside you?"

Xu Tianji's pupils trembled violently. His mind suffered a crushing blow as unprecedented terror flooded his heart. He could not even summon a trace of anger.

The gap was too vast.

Since he began practicing martial arts, he had never suffered such a crushing defeat. His martial arts had already reached completion, and he had truly believed himself invincible within Great Jing. Who would have thought...

Xu Tianji saw the Taihang Sword rise, ready to sever his head. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "I want to live... Let them live too..."

Jiang Changsheng lifted him as though carrying a chicken or dog, then turned toward Dragon Arising Mountain.

"Come. Guard Dragon Arising Temple for ten years to atone for your sins."

In the distance, upon the city wall, the Devil Master trembled from head to toe.

Disaster Buddha and the Thirteen Heavenly Lodestar Assassins were likewise terrified into silence for a long while.

Outside the city, tens of thousands of martial men waited. The sounds of battle and booming explosions from Dragon Arising Mountain had made them extremely nervous. They had not expected Dragon Arising Temple to still stir up such a fierce battle while facing the siege of so many sects, but the sounds soon vanished.

The longer the disciples of each sect waited, the more uneasy they became. Some even suggested forcing their way in, but they also felt that the imperial court should not have intervened. Even if it had, it could not possibly slaughter so many experts within such a short time.

After waiting for an unknown period, the city gates burst open, and all the disciples craned their necks in anticipation.

A white-haired old man covered in blood emerged, clutching his right arm as he staggered forward. Seeing his wretched state, everyone was stunned.

"That is... Head Chen of the Heaven One Sect?"

Someone cried out. A group of disciples immediately surrounded him, while behind the white-haired elder came a group of heavily injured experts.

The white-haired old man lifted his head, his eyes full of terror. He gave a bitter smile. "Once the Mystic Sect appears, the martial men of the realm are nothing more than this..."

"Ridiculous! How ridiculous!"

The head of a sect went completely mad, throwing back his head and howling at the sky. In the end, he vomited blood and died amid the embraces of his disciples.

The boundless snow buried the courage of half of Great Jing's martial world.

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