The Heavenly Demon Disintegrates, Kill!

Chapter 115 The Heavenly Demon Disintegrates, Kill!

"I refuse to believe I can't get past the second hurdle!"

Not everyone will heed the advice of their teachers and elders.

To pass the first test and survive the combined attack of the twelve silver-robed swordsmen, one must either have incredible luck or formidable strength. The former is understandable, as they have self-awareness, but the latter are all exceptional talents.

Qin Ming is the number one disciple of the Qingzhou Martial Arts Hall!

He has only been in the Martial Arts Hall for eight years, yet he has already passed the sixth level of the Tower of Ascension and has the hope of reaching the seventh level and becoming a direct disciple of the Martial Saint.

He easily passed the first level with twelve silver-robed swordsmen, defeating only the fourth one before encountering the most crucial one, without feeling the difficulty of the Haotian Secret Realm.

"The first trial was so easy; the second trial might not be able to stop me. That's an opportunity that could make me a Martial Saint!"

A glint of ambition shone in Qin Ming's eyes.

What kind of being is the Martial Saint?

He hadn't known before, but upon arriving at the Hun Tian Sect's mountain gate, he immediately understood that the difference between a Martial Saint and an ordinary martial artist was worlds apart.

So what if he's at the Visceral Realm? According to his sect leader, Wei Liujiang is a renowned expert at the Visceral Realm, but the sect leader didn't even have to make a move; he dealt with him with just a glance!

If you don't become a martial saint, you'll always be just an ant!

After putting the Sunfire Fruit into his pocket, Qin Ming strode towards the corridor of the second level, and soon encountered three silver-armored soldiers.

"bring it on!"

Qin Ming wielded his spear, which resembled a phoenix spreading its wings, exuding an incomparably noble aura. It was the Crimson Phoenix Flowing Light Spear, a martial saint spear technique inherited from the Hun Tian Sect!

A flurry of spear shadows instantly enveloped the three silver-armored soldiers.

The three silver-armored soldiers, however, remained fearless and indifferent, directly slashing their weapons at the red-tasseled spear shadow that resembled a phoenix nodding.

Clang!

Three crisp sounds rang out in succession, and sparks flew as the weapons clashed!

Qin Ming felt a terrifying force emanating from the weapons of the three men, converging into a single force that seemed to shatter him completely. Unable to withstand it, he let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

"How—how is this possible—"

He looked incredulous; he hadn't even lasted a single move in the second round!

However, this is reality.

The first level can rely on luck, but the second level requires real skill, and you can't give up or quit; it's a fight to the death!

Either the three silver-armored soldiers are killed, or they are killed by them; only one side can survive, there is no other possibility.

"kill!"

Three silver-armored soldiers roared and charged towards Qin Ming. Their weapons—swords, spears, and clubs—were intertwined, working together seamlessly to block all of Qin Ming's escape routes. The fierce wind stung Qin Ming's cheeks.

"kill!"

Seeing that there was no way out, Qin Ming's eyes revealed a look of madness. How could someone who could become the number one disciple of the Martial Arts Hall be a coward who feared death?

Boo!

The spear was pushed to its limit, its trembling sound like the clear cry of a phoenix. Its speed was so fast that it swept across the sky and completely annihilated the three weapons.

Ding ding ding ding————

A series of clanging sounds of weapons clashing, and Qin Ming actually managed to suppress the attacks of the three silver-armored soldiers all by himself.

However, rigidity cannot last.

The three silver-armored soldiers were stronger than ordinary people at the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm, and their external martial arts levels were no different from each other. Moreover, they were fighting three against one. How could Qin Ming possibly withstand them?

With each impact, Qin Ming's hands holding the gun became numb, his tiger's mouth split open, his blood boiled, and a heavy, metallic taste filled his chest.

boom!

A large club fell from the sky and slammed into the shaft of the spear. Qin Ming could no longer hold on, and the spear fell to the ground.

puff!puff!

The remaining spear and broadsword struck Qin Ming one after another, splattering blood everywhere.

His body fell heavily to the ground, his dim eyes no longer filled with arrogance and ambition, but only with a trace of nostalgia.

What he misses is not the high spirits he felt in the martial arts hall, but rather the scenes of his father taking him to practice basic skills in the courtyard when he was a child.

"Ming'er, if you lay a solid foundation now, you will achieve twice the results with half the effort when you start practicing the family's martial arts after you turn twelve."

"After you finish your two hours of training today, your father will take you to eat braised mutton at Jufengzhai."

"Ming'er, you must work hard. The heavy responsibility of revitalizing the family rests on your shoulders."

On his deathbed, all Qin Ming could recall was that dignified yet loving father figure. He thought to himself, "Father, I am unable to revitalize the family and will never be able to visit you again. I have disappointed you."

As this thought flashed through his mind, Qin Ming's world plunged into darkness.

The golden, crystal-clear Sunfire Fruit slowly rolled from his arms to the ground.

"Sunburn Fruit —"

Dressed in black and wielding a long sword, Fang Yang looked at the Sunfire Fruit floating before him, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

He grabbed it in his hand, feeling the warmth emanating from it, and murmured, "Finally, I have you. According to my teacher, with the Sunfire Fruit, I can offset the damage from that secret technique, and there's a 50% chance I'll pass the second trial and gain the opportunity to break through to Martial Saint!"

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"Those guys must have retreated by now, right?"

The thought of obtaining the opportunity to break through to the Martial Saint realm and ultimately becoming a true Martial Saint filled Fang Yang with immense excitement.

In terms of aptitude, although he ranks first among the true disciples, he is actually not much different from Zhou Xian and Qian Zhongyou, and far inferior to Mo Zheng and Lan Jun. It is hard to say whether he will be able to comprehend the martial arts conception and achieve internal organ mastery in the future.

But, well, he was just lucky.

He arrived just in time for the opening of the Haotian Secret Realm.

His teacher was Wang He, a disciple of the Cold Sword Martial Saint. The Cold Sword Martial Saint was the only person in the entire Hun Tian Sect who had passed the third level and knew more secrets.

Looking at the hints for the second level on the subtitles in front of him, Fang Yang walked directly into the corridor of the second level without thinking.

Faced with the opportunity of becoming a Martial Saint, let alone a 50% chance, even if there is only a sliver of possibility, it is worth risking one's life for!

Three silver beans fell to the ground and quickly condensed into three silver-armored celestial generals.

Fang Yang was not alarmed. He swallowed the Sunfire Fruit in one gulp. Immediately, golden light emanated from his lower abdomen, as if he had swallowed a small sun. An extremely powerful heat surged forth from within, flowing throughout his body and continuously strengthening his physique.

Fang Yang had no intention of refining that enormous medicinal power. Instead, his fingers moved with lightning speed, quickly pressing on seven vital acupoints on his body, including the center of his forehead, temples, chest, and dantian.

In an instant, his aura surged, and his internal energy rapidly grew stronger, doubling in size in just one breath!

Feeling the overwhelming power within him, Fang Yang laughed loudly, shouting, "Hahahaha—Heavenly Demon Disintegration, Kill!"

He immediately swung his sword and charged forward.

This Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique is a secret method for stimulating human potential, which the Cold Sword Martial Saint obtained through a fortuitous encounter in his early years. It uses special force to stimulate the seven major acupoints on the body, thereby stimulating potential and achieving the effect of increasing strength in a short period of time. Depending on the level of proficiency, it can increase strength by up to seven times, and by as little as one time.

However, the price paid is also enormous. Depending on the strength of the improvement and the length of time, the mildest aftereffect is a serious illness that keeps one bedridden for months, making it difficult to make any further progress in martial arts.

The most serious cases resulted in their bodies exploding on the spot, leaving no trace of their corpses!

Therefore, this secret technique should never be used unless facing a life-or-death situation with a slim chance of survival.

Because the aftereffects were too terrifying, the Cold Sword Martial Saint dared not spread them widely within the Hun Tian Sect, but only secretly passed them on to his disciples for self-preservation.

Without the Sunfire Fruit, Fang Yang dared not consider using this secret technique. After passing the first trial, he turned and left.

However, this Sunfire Fruit condenses the essence of the great sun, and its medicinal power can be used as nourishment to stimulate the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique. As long as it is properly controlled and this secret technique is not stimulated to its strongest point, it will not cause any damage to the body.

The Cold Sword Martial Saint passed this test in the same way.

Now, Fang Yang is about to walk the same path that his master once walked!

He engaged in battle with three silver-armored soldiers.

Under the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, not only his strength, but also his speed and reaction were greatly increased. Even with the same level of external martial arts cultivation, the movements of the three silver-armored soldiers were pitifully slow in his eyes!

call out!call out!call out!

The sword flashed, swift as silver lightning, its force like ice and frost, chilling and incomparable, as if it wanted to freeze everything between heaven and earth.

Pfft, pfft, pfft —

In a single move, Fang Yang pierced the heads of all three silver-armored soldiers.

Resurrect, kill, resurrect again, kill again!

As the cycle repeated itself, the three silver-armored soldiers grew weaker and weaker, no match for Fang Yang in his demonic disintegration state.

Fang Yang's killing became increasingly easy and casual.

Finally, with another sword strike slaying the last silver-armored soldier, the remaining silver liquid instantly dissolved into countless rays of light, merging into the wall, thus completely passing the second test.

"Grandmaster's method really works!"

Seeing the joyful expression, Fang Yang released the special state of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique.

His breath weakened rapidly, and he fell to a level much weaker than before. His knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

However, the remaining medicinal power of the Sunfire Fruit in his body quickly replenished his blood and energy, and he returned to normal in just a few breaths.

Meanwhile, the Sunfire Fruit continued to strengthen his body, along with his internal organs.

The medicinal effects of the Sunfire Fruit were almost gone, and Fang Yang felt them for a moment before muttering to himself, "My physical fitness has improved by at least 20%."

He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, as this was a substitute created after the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique had consumed the vast majority of the Sunfire Fruit's medicinal power.

One can imagine how much of a transformation the Sunfire Fruit would have brought him if this secret method hadn't consumed the medicinal power.

It might be enough to elevate one's physical attributes to those of a master at the Visceral Realm!

However, no matter how much it improves, it is still only at the Visceral Realm. Using it to exchange for a chance to break through to Martial Saint is an absolutely worthwhile deal.

At this moment, the light screen in front of me swirled, and the introduction of the rewards for the second level appeared before my eyes.

Fang Yang glanced around, and his consciousness immediately appeared in another world.

Eternal silence reigns within the long corridor.

The figure sat cross-legged quietly, oblivious to the passage of time, with only the flames flickering on the dark red longsword in front of him.

Suddenly, Mo Zheng moved and stood up.

His eyes were closed, seemingly still immersed in comprehending the way of the sword. The dark red divine weapon, Crimson Flame, seemed to have come to life, and with a hum, it spontaneously jumped into Mo Zheng's palm.

In an instant, Mo Zheng and the crimson divine weapon became perfectly integrated, as if the man and the sword were born as one.

He slowly swung his longsword, and in the entire silent corridor, sword shadows, wreathed in firelight, appeared one after another.

The flames flickered erratically, and the sword light was chilling and sharp.

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The chill and warmth intertwined, creating an eerie harmony.

Mo Zheng continued to execute the Fiery Sword move by move, his eyes still tightly closed. Yet, the sword techniques grew faster and faster, until finally, it was as if a spark had fallen into a pile of firewood. The sword's power and ferocity were like a raging firewood, ready to devour everything in the world.

Suddenly, the myriad sword shadows vanished!

Mo Zheng stood there, holding his long sword, motionless, transitioning from extreme motion to extreme stillness.

He vanished completely, and the Crimson Flame Divine Sword disappeared along with him.

In his place, a dark red flame burned fiercely.

The entire corridor was a dark red as flames burned, and it seemed as if only this ball of fire remained between heaven and earth.

The flames burned ever brighter and brighter, until they finally engulfed an area of ​​ten feet in radius, burning everything around them.

Strangely, the wall, which glowed with a faint white light, was not destroyed by the flames as they had been by the previous sword energy. It stood there quietly without making a sound, as if the dark red flames were fake.

In the long corridor, an ancient and desolate voice suddenly rang out: "Three days have passed, and only a quarter of an hour remains. If you have not moved forward after a quarter of an hour, it will be considered a forfeit. Please make your choice as soon as possible."

As the sound rang out, the burning flames vanished instantly. Mo Zheng, who had been keeping his eyes tightly closed, suddenly woke up. He stared straight ahead with a somewhat blank look in his eyes, but then a bitter smile appeared on his face: "I was interrupted at the crucial moment. In a little while, I would have been able to completely control the Blazing Fire Sword Intent."

The essence of martial arts is extremely difficult to grasp.

Even with Mo Zheng mastering the Gale Sword Intent and various favorable factors combined, it still took him three and a half years.

Although his external martial arts skills are already at that level, it won't be slow for Mo Zheng to cultivate the Fiery Intent to the Unity Realm, but it will definitely take him a lot of time to master the Fiery Sword Intent.

However, he was fortunate enough to possess the body of that great being known as "Qing". In that possessed state, the five strikes from the other party were equivalent to helping him break through that realm.

Therefore, he found it exceptionally easy to cultivate.

In addition, the Crimson Flame Divine Weapon in his hand was a fire-attribute divine weapon, which was particularly compatible with the Blazing Fire Sword. Therefore, Mo Zheng unknowingly entered a state of enlightenment.

Unfortunately, this was interrupted by the sudden notification sound.

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