Everyone fell silent, saying nothing more.
Heaven only knew what tremendous waves the words spoken in this hall would stir up if they reached the martial world.
There was still a mysterious presence lurking in the shadows.
And this presence was an enemy, not a friend, harboring thoughts of slaughtering the martial world.
Martial fortune!!!
Absurd as those two words sounded, on closer thought, they seemed entirely plausible.
If martial artists needed to accumulate foundations and temper their spirits to advance, then Fist Challenges the World and deadly struggles along the Martial Way became rather justifiable.
For no other reason than a single word: contend!!!
Victory meant using another person to further oneself. And seizing an opponent's foundations-was that not contending for their martial fortune to consolidate and strengthen oneself?
Lian Youming slowly sorted through everything he knew and everything he had glimpsed.
A martial catastrophe had occurred before the Demon-Slaying Battle, and its timing had likewise coincided with the final years of a dynasty. Could the same reason have lain behind it?
Supposing-and he meant only supposing-that this unknown martial catastrophe had arisen because some madman wanted to take the final step along the Martial Way, intending to gather all the world's martial fortune into himself, and thus unleashed a calamity of slaughter.
It was entirely possible.
If all these people harbored ambitions of contending for fortune, then this catastrophe was destined to be unavoidable.
In a sense, even the Demon-Slaying Battle had been the same.
The Mountain Guardian had wanted to commit an act of great defiance and prolong the fortune of the Manchu Qing realm, likewise to contend for foundations and fortune.
And now, everything was about to repeat itself!!!
It was hard to imagine.
Even if everyone knew martial fortune and destiny were bullshit, were false,