Realm-Hopping Martial Master-Chapter 435 - 266: We Martial Artists, Why Fear Death!_2

Chapter 435: Chapter 266: We Martial Artists, Why Fear Death!_2

"Jiang Shu!"

A terrifying power gathered atop the Xuan Water Puppet and the Green Sky and Blue Sea Seal; for a moment, the spiritual force of the Four Gods seemed to freeze in place.

The Dark Night God was silent for a moment, then said, "Outside of Xuanxing, there were other life planets as well, we could let you take the ones you wish and leave here. Each of us takes a step back, how about that?"

The air fell silent.

"Jiang Shu, know when to stop! Otherwise, if the Four Gods work together, we may be able to stop your puppet’s self-destruction!"

The Skull Bone God’s voice carried a faint, ominous threat.

"Little Croc, come here."

Facing the oppressive might of the Four Gods, Jiang Shu couldn’t have cared less; he summoned the Cloud Winged Flying Crocodile, which in an instant soared outside the encirclement.

Jiang Shu pointed from a distance, "It will self-destruct as well."

"Within ten breaths, anyone still here will die without mercy!"

The gazes of the Dark Night God and Skull Bone God swept from the Xuan Water Puppet, to the Green Sky and Blue Sea Seal, to the Cloud Winged Flying Crocodile, and at last rested before Jiang Shu, locking on to his fearless eyes.

No one had expected Jiang Shu would go this far.

Under this kind of self-destruction, those two might survive, but for the God of Torrential Rain and the Thunder God, death would be certain.

To protect themselves, the God of Torrential Rain and the Thunder God were sure to break out of the encirclement.

Sure enough, the instant Jiang Shu’s words rang out, the God of Torrential Rain and the Thunder God’s spiritual force both suddenly faltered.

Their bodies stepped back several paces.

*They cooperated, but were also competitors; none of them wanted to die here!*

"Self-destruct and you’ll die too. For these ants, it’s not worth it!"

The Dark Night God tried one final persuasion, "To have cultivated to such a realm, Jiang Shu, you could have gone so much further..."

"So...are you afraid?"

Jiang Shu cut him off without hesitation, breaking into wild laughter, and began to count down, "Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Jiang Shu! Even if you kill us, we will be reborn!"

"Jiang Shu! When our true bodies arrive, your death will be certain, but if you retreat now, this god will grant you life in the future!"

"Jiang Shu!"

Seeing that the Dark Night God’s attempts were useless, the Skull Bone God’s voice grew sharper, full of threats—yet for all of it, the only response was Jiang Shu’s relentless countdown, "Eight!"

"Jiang Shu, are you not afraid to die!"

The Skull Bone God’s final shout made Jiang Shu pause ever so slightly; his eyes were icy cold, his voice ringing out for miles around,

"We martial artists, what fear have we of death!"

His roar thundered outward in all directions, shaking the very clouds in the heavens until they churned.

The sea roiled as Jiang Shu called out, "Seven!"

"Whoosh!"

The moment "seven" fell from his lips, the God of Torrential Rain could no longer withstand the terror in his heart. *No matter what secrets Xuanxing held, dying meant you got nothing.*

*Better to retreat to the West, and preserve one’s strength.*

*Maybe there would be a chance to split the spoils in the future.*

A streak of light shot away in retreat.

Right after, the Thunder God also turned and fled.

His speed was even greater than that of the God of Torrential Rain!

*He did not want to die, could not die!*

*This Jiang Shu was insane!*

*For a bunch of ants, this madman was throwing away his own life!*

"Now, it’s just you two."

Jiang Shu eyed the Dark Night God and Skull Bone God, then as if remembering something, glanced at the God of Ten Thousand Beasts on the other side, "Right, you too."

"Five..."

"Splash!"

The God of Ten Thousand Beasts plunged straight into the East Sea, escaping toward the Pacific Ocean.

*In truth, he never cared that much about invading Xia Country.*

*His battle with the Cloud Winged Flying Crocodile had brought him no advantage; if he was caught up in this self–destruct, he’d be sure to die!*

"Three!"

"Two!"

*The Dark Night God and Skull Bone God had been gambling all along—gambling Jiang Shu would not really choose to self-destruct.*

But time pressed in.

Jiang Shu’s gaze only grew sharper and more brilliant!

*The God of Torrential Rain, Thunder God, and God of Ten Thousand Beasts were gone. With their power, taking a full-on self-destruction—even surviving would mean crippling wounds.*

At last, they could not hold back, transforming into streams of light, fleeing back to the West.

*If this were just an ordinary extraordinary star, letting the consciousness die was no big deal.*

*They could just coalesce again and descend.*

*But Xuanxing might hold a great secret.*

*If their consciousness remained, once their true bodies arrived, they would get first crack at the secrets of Xuanxing.*

*Any race for fortune always went to the swiftest.*

The East Sea was left in ruins.

Jiang Shu stood in midair, forcibly swallowing the blood in his mouth. *When the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique’s time ran out, fierce backlash ruptured almost all his meridians.*

He held on with his primordial power, and only after the span of a quarter hour did he stow away the Xuan Water Puppet and the Green Sky and Blue Sea Seal in his storage bag.

He recalled the Cloud Winged Flying Crocodile into his Beast Taming Bag.

Turning into a streak of light, he flew back toward Mount Tai.

Shengjing.

The High Council chamber was utterly silent.

Six gods had surrounded and killed, yet one was slain, two wounded, three fled.

*Though, during the chaos, there was a long stretch of darkness and the screen was blank, the result was clear for all to see.*

The Martial God Jiang had, by himself, held back six gods above the East Sea.

Most unforgettable was his final roar, "We martial artists, what fear have we of death," which still left the First Leader reeling in awe.

"Edit it, and spread the video. What the Martial God Jiang has done for us, everyone in the nation must know."

The First Leader issued the highest orders, and soon, every treasure medicine and secret mine crystal stone discovered in recent days was being sent to Mount Tai as well.

The Martial Artist Alliance.

Every big video platform and media outlet on the net.

Jiang Shu’s battle over the East Sea was broadcast endlessly.

People went from excitement at the start, to nerves midway, and ended in shock!

The gods who had ruled the West fled the East Sea in shambles, utterly defeated.

This was, in every sense, one man standing guard at his nation’s gate.

No one knew how many martial artists took "We martial artists, what fear have we of death" as their creed at that moment.

Even those middle schoolers who’d thought martial practice was misery now burned with determination, hungry to become martial artists.

The formal status of martial artists had not changed.

But their influence in society, nevertheless, was elevated again.

Some shops even went wild with promotions: martial artists eat free, no exceptions.

Meanwhile—

Jiang Shu atop Mount Tai was naturally oblivious to the storms raging outside.

He left only one instruction: "If the Evil God returns, report directly," then began his healing secluded cultivation.

This time, his wounds were truly severe.

Clutching a primordial crystal, Jiang Shu drew in Yuan Qi, and with the breath of a holy embryo, worked to mend his shattered meridians.

*This battle—truth be told, it was less about defeating the Six Divine Beings and more about scaring them off.*

*Especially the Dark Night God and Skull Bone God—if their mere consciousnesses were so strong, it was frightening to imagine how terrifying their true bodies were. Probably, they could rival the True Disciples of a great sect.*

*It had looked dangerous, like he was gambling with his life for victory.*

*But in truth, he had prepared his last resort long ago.*

Two Realms Shuttle.

*If those four gods really tried to kill him no matter the cost, he would self-destruct the Xuan Water Puppet, self-destruct the Green Sky and Blue Sea Seal, self-destruct the Cloud Winged Flying Crocodile.*

*He himself would immediately shuttle back to the True Martial Sect.*

*No matter what, at least two more gods would die by his hand.*

*But, if that happened, most of the trump cards in his hand would be gone.*

*His fighting strength would drop sharply.*

*Also, once he was gone, Xia Country would surely be taken over by the Dark Night God and Skull Bone God.*

*By the time he recovered and returned, who knew how much time would have passed.*

*This outcome, in contrast, was probably the best possible for all sides.*

*Of course, the rewards of this battle were immense. His fame in Xia Country had always been high, but that renown was based on strength. Many admired him for his power, not his character.*

*But after today, his reputation in Xia Country would reach its peak. Once he acquired the God Path cultivation system, he could launch the "Everyone Is Like a Dragon Fist" as the martial arts grand unification method, beginning a whole new cultivation era.*

*The Martial God title would finally be justified in full.*

*Next, he had to consider from which god to obtain the divine cultivation system.*

*God of Torrential Rain, Thunder God, or God of Ten Thousand Beasts?* 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Jiang Shu sat cross-legged, eyes shut, mind racing with countless thoughts.