Realm-Hopping Martial Master-Chapter 451 - 274: A True Martial Artist, on the Battlefield Frontline, Risks Their Head and Spills Blood! (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 451: Chapter 274: A True Martial Artist, on the Battlefield Frontline, Risks Their Head and Spills Blood! (Please Subscribe)_2

On one hand, he also believed that his time on Xuanxing would ultimately be limited, and even if he slaughtered every god, there would still be consciousness forms of Lower Gods entering it afterwards, 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

But now, things had changed.

After cultivating "One Qi to Three Pure Ones," his strength had multiplied several times.

Even if the Dark Night God and Skull Bone God teamed up, he would be able to crush them single-handedly, annihilating all living beings.

When he traveled to the Cang Mang Domain, Xuanxing would have the Master Cangwu and the God of Ten Thousand Beasts, and the consciousness forms of cosmic powerhouses who arrived would not be able to lift any real storm.

Slaying the gods, and unifying Xuanxing, was the only way to truly usher in the golden age of Martial Arts and planetary colonization!

As for the Master Cangwu, although he only paid for now, after Xuanxing’s Origin appeared and the Star Gate opened, with Primordial Qi Recovery, Xuanxing’s resources would usher in their final explosive outpouring.

And he would be able to obtain those resources first.

That was collaboration.

The bet was on his own, Jiang Shu’s, potential!

The Master Cangwu grew a little silent, naturally understanding what would be required of him and what he would gain if he agreed.

The wind and snow howled.

A blazing sun rolled out over the sea of clouds.

In a daze, he recalled the scene when the three Holy Embryos condensed right before his eyes.

Just ten days.

*With that level of talent, what harm was there in placing a bet?*

"Alright."

He nodded slowly, and the partnership was struck.

"Don’t worry, Xuanxing will only keep getting better."

Jiang Shu smiled, all his spiritual power condensed to the utmost, and with a single step, his radiant cells returned to peace, making him appear just like the most ordinary of men.

He slowly walked down the mountain.

Meanwhile, at the summit, Master Cangwu’s consciousness form gradually faded, vanishing into the wind and snow. Upon arriving, he had already discovered a Spiritual Thought Crystal vein, immersing himself wholly within it, absorbing and cultivating.

A consciousness form separated from the real body was like water without a source, making the recovery of spiritual power a hundred times more difficult.

The consciousness forms of those Lower Gods could maintain and restore their strength through Faith Power.

As for him, he needed an endless supply of resources.

Of course, unlike before, now he could absorb resources completely openly!

He no longer needed to fear Jiang Shu discovering him at all.

Collaboration might not be a bad thing, after all. Otherwise, with Jiang Shu’s talent, he’d soon gain another surge in strength, boost his spiritual power, and by then, maybe he’d treat the Master Cangwu just like any other god’s consciousness form and slaughter him as well.

Jiang Shu.

*So young—and yet already so ruthless.*

But only a genius like that could carve out such a mighty reputation in the Star Ruins Realm.

...

"I really don’t get what’s so interesting about the bottom of this peak. We’ve been here for ten days. Ten whole days! Honey, summer break only lasts so long."

Zeng Yue pouted.

"Didn’t I tell you already, after coming down from the summit, my Martial Heart grew even stronger, and my spirit vaguely sensed it—I’m down here hoping to catch that trace of change. For us Martial Artists, it’s easy to break through the first Four Realms of Martial Arts, but spiritual cultivation is tough."

"Some Martial Arts Fourth Realm experts even get stuck right before Meditation."

"But some martial arts geniuses can enter the Meditation state during the Third Realm!"

Chen Yihan spouted nonsense with a perfectly straight face, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes. She had indeed wanted to improve her spirit realm during her ten days at the base of the peak, but more than anything, she wanted to wait here—hoping fate would let her cross paths again with the guy who emulated Jiang Wushen.

*Now it looked like fate just wasn’t on her side.*

*She wondered how that guy’s Martial Arts Realm, his spirit realm, his cultivation had progressed.*

*The thought flickered through Chen Yihan’s mind. Time really was running out. Next, she still had to head to Jiangnan Academy with Zeng Yue.*

"Alright, just remember—you promised you’d let me take charge of the rest of the trip! Whenever you start practicing martial arts, you throw all planning out the window. Wasn’t this trip supposed to be about seeing all the famous mountains and rivers? With you, we could be on some random peak or beside some great river, and suddenly you’ll ’feel inspired by the Dao.’ Then it’s martial arts training for half a month. What kind of vacation is that?"

Zeng Yue complained with an exasperated shake of her head. Right then, they were gathering in the plaza by the summit, waiting for the shuttle to the aerial train station.

"Not gonna lie, good thing we showed up early! The crowds at this summit now are insane."

Watching group after group of tourists streaming in, Zeng Yue stuck her chin up with pride. Crowded travel and quiet travel—totally different vibes.

But just as she finished, in the distance, from the crowd, thunder suddenly boomed out. Several men shouted, "The Thunder God has descended, all things are reborn!"

Each one of them held a Thunder God idol in their hands, flooding it with power. Their strength was on par with Martial Arts Third Realm experts!

A bunch of Martial Arts Realm One and Two students nearby went down like dominoes, unable to dodge in time.

These were Evil God cultists!

"Believe in my Thunder God, and you’ll be spared the suffering of life and death!"

"Spare your ass!"

Someone in the crowd—a Martial Arts Third Realm martial artist—exploded with power, swinging a fist with crushing force.

But this time, the cultist experts were higher-level; under the Thunder God’s protection, lightning crackled around their fists.

"Boom!"

The Martial Arts Third Realm fighter was blasted backward. But even more martial artists leaped to the fray.

*To practice martial arts, the principle of all people like dragons must be upheld—how could they possibly tolerate the dogma of the Evil God Sect!*

As for life and death?

*We martial artists—who’s afraid to die!*