Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 681 The Martial Saint Makes a Move!

Above the capital.

boom--

A sudden roar erupted.

A violent current of air tore through the sky, and countless patterns and shadows intertwined in the void, revealing a grand array that enveloped the entire capital city before the world.

now.

Although the ceramic-like hand only struck the sword shadow, the girl in the white dress and silver eyes seemed to be hit by an invisible force, instantly turning into a white shadow and falling downwards.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too weak! By severing your divinity, you are destined to be inferior to me!" Saint Lord Fuyuan lowered his head, and in his empty eyes, ghostly flames flickered like stars.

At this moment, countless people in the capital were filled with terror as they saw the Holy Lord Fuyuan, who resembled a god.

Some people knelt down and prostrated themselves.

Someone was muttering something, as if they were praying.

Some people shouted the name of the Holy Lord Fuyuan.

In an instant, the capital was no longer as peaceful as before.

Jiang Ning scanned the surroundings with his Heavenly Eye and saw countless powerful beings watching coldly from the sidelines.

at this time.

Fu Yuan Shengjun suddenly turned around and looked at the Martial Saint Mansion.

"Martial Saint!" He suddenly grinned, then raised his right leg high and slowly lowered it towards the Martial Saint's Mansion.

Rumbling--

With a single movement, its towering figure stirred up waves of air, which suddenly spread outwards like a raging torrent.

Especially the fallen clay sculpture's right leg; the air was compressed into a pale blue, spreading like seawater.

suddenly.

A figure soared into the sky, his hair standing on end in anger, his eyes cold and sharp, his full head of black hair dancing wildly.

"It's him! King Wu, Xiang Yuan!" Jiang Ning instantly recognized the person who made the move using his Heavenly Eye.

At this moment, Xiang Yuan, who was tall and strong, was like an ant in front of Fu Yuan Shengjun, who was as big as a mountain.

In an instant, King Wu Xiang Yuan arrived below King Fu Yuan Sheng Jun.

Facing the clay sculpture's right leg, which was falling like a mountain, he threw a punch with his right hand, as if he wanted to punch the heavens and earth.

boom--

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

Fu Yuan Shengjun's mountain-like body swayed slightly, and then visible cracks spread, instantly covering most of his leg.

"As a martial artist, you are quite good!" Fu Yuan Shengjun hovered above the capital city, not landing in the city proper.

"Fu Yuan, this is not a place for you to cause trouble!" King Wu Xiang Yuan hovered above the capital.

His black hair danced wildly, his eyes shone, and his muscles were like blocks of iron covering his body.

"Just a few words of praise and you're already so high and mighty!" Fu Yuan Shengjun said, his open ceramic maw seemingly revealing a mocking smile, and gusts of howling wind erupted from his dark and deep mouth.

next moment.

He looked down at his lower limbs and saw that his right leg, which had been covered in cracks, was now healing rapidly.

In less than a tenth of a breath, Fu Yuan Sheng Jun's right leg was completely restored.

Then, his gaze fell on Xiang Yuan.

Within the empty eye sockets, the eerie flames suddenly blazed brightly.

next moment.

The void rippled and trembled, as if an invisible force was fluctuating.

Boom——

Xiang Yuan suddenly crashed heavily to the ground, and then the ground collapsed and sank.

Xiang Yuan's burly body continued to sink into the ground.

"Your physical body is good, but your mental will is too weak!" Fu Yuan Shengjun's voice rang out.

The sound of metal rubbing against stone sent chills down the spines of those who heard it.

hum-

suddenly.

Another sword cry rang out.

Then a streak of blue light flashed and pierced the sky.

Zheng——

Just a moment.

The azure light arrived in front of Fu Yuan Shengjun, but stopped when it was only a few feet away from him, as if it had encountered an invisible barrier.

As the blue light scattered, it became clear that it was a sword, a sword that the Imperial Advisor had just held in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, you are now at your limit and cannot stop me!" Fu Yuan Saint Monarch said coldly, looking at the long sword in front of him.

next moment.

The stagnant longsword was shattered by an invisible force.

"Fellow Daoist, you should know that my actions today are in line with the wishes of the majority!" Fu Yuan Shengjun's voice rang out again.

Then, he turned and looked in the direction of the Martial Saint's Mansion.

He stomped down with his right foot again, as if to turn the Martial Saint's Mansion in front of him into an abyss.

"Why be so aggressive!" A calm sigh rang out.

Those who were secretly watching this scene and heard this voice felt a chill run down their spines.

"It's Xiao Wuque!" someone said from the shadows.

"Looks like he's about to make a move!" someone else said.

"Now, thanks to the Holy Monarch Fuyuan, we can finally see Xiao Wuque's true strength!" someone thought to themselves again.

"The great formation is about to be revived, what should we do then?" someone asked from the shadows.

"Suppress it! We can't revive it now, and we can't force Lord Fuyuan to leave the city!"

"it is good!"

With the final reply, the whispers of conversation fell into an overwhelming silence.

the other side.

A pale blue figure suddenly appeared in the sky above the Martial Saint's Mansion.

That figure was none other than Xiao Wuque.

Dressed in a long blue robe, his brows furrowed with heroic spirit as he looked down at his right leg, which was as imposing as a mountain.

Then, his gaze suddenly drifted to one side.

Seeing the array patterns intertwined in the void, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

When Fu Yuan Shengjun suddenly erupted and caused a ruckus in the capital, how could he not see through the trickery involved?

Although Fu Yuan Shengjun is strong, he far surpasses the strength of most first-grade martial arts experts.

However, the capital city is a place where dragons and tigers dwell. If all the strongmen come out, how could they really be unable to do anything to this Holy Lord Fuyuan?

However, most forces are watching coldly from the sidelines.

"Teacher, it seems everyone wants to know your current situation!" Xiao Wuque sighed inwardly.

Then he clenched his fist.

He punched the clay sculpture's right leg that was falling from above.

Boom——

A deafening roar echoed across the sky, and countless fragments of rock flew everywhere, turning into mud, stones, and rocks that scattered in all directions.

"So strong!!" Someone in the shadows was shocked.

"He's a cut above Xiang Yuan. No wonder he's that person's last disciple, the one they value most, and the one most likely to become the second Martial Saint after that person!"

"..."

Just as those voices were conversing in the shadows.

Countless scattered pebbles suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then countless scarlet threads burst out from the pebbles and rocks, piercing through the void and connecting to the clay body of the Holy Lord Fuyuan.

In just a moment, his damaged body was restored to its original state.

It's as if what just happened wasn't real.

"Fu Yuan, how about we retreat?" Xiao Wuque's voice rang out again.

"You know it's impossible!" Fu Yuan Shengjun lowered his head, grinned, and his porcelain-like mouth instantly stretched into an astonishing arc, becoming extremely terrifying.

"Then let me see what this former Heavenly Court deity is capable of!" As he spoke, Xiao Wuque's eyes turned murderous, and his brows were filled with a sharp aura.

His long robes fluttered and rustled even without wind.

"You are no match for Him, let me take your place!"

Suddenly, a calm voice rang out.

The moment that sound was uttered, a single stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"It's him!!"

"He's really still alive!!!"

"It really is him?!"

"..."

The moment that voice rang out, the entire capital city erupted in a tremendous uproar. "Could it be him??" Jiang Ning was also instantly filled with astonishment.

He had just had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

In such a vast capital city, it is impossible to allow the Holy Lord Fuyuan to act so recklessly.

If we're talking about the core of the Great Xia Dynasty, the capital city, which guards the imperial palace, is so remote that even a powerful ruler like Fu Yuan could enter it without fear.

What other ability did the Great Xia Dynasty have to maintain its rule over the world for more than eight hundred years?

Underestimating such a dynasty is truly foolish.

Now he finally understands.

Too many people want to use Fu Yuan Shengjun's hand to see whether that Martial Saint is dead or alive.

Therefore, when facing the Holy Lord Fuyuan, only two or three people actually made a move.

A young female imperial advisor who is unlike any ordinary person.

An unknown martial artist at the peak of the first-grade martial arts level.

Another one is King Wu, Xiang Yuan.

This is only the fourth Xiao Wuque.

Of these four, two were from the Martial Saint's Mansion.

After slaughtering tens of thousands of people, Fu Yuan Shengjun turned his attention to the Martial Saint Mansion.

Throughout the journey, He possessed a thousand-foot-tall body, yet He never set foot on the grounds of the royal capital.

With a body of this size, if it were to set foot on the grounds of the capital, a single movement could cause the death of countless lives.

If one thing is a coincidence, then all of these things are connected.

Jiang Ning believed it was no coincidence.

It is clear that Fu Yuan Shengjun's true target is the Martial Saint Mansion.

The purpose is to introduce the master of the Martial Saint Mansion.

This is exactly what many forces in the capital wanted to see.

Now, with the voice that sounded like that of a martial saint, countless eyes were once again drawn to this place.

next moment.

A flash appeared in the void.

A figure emitting white light appeared high in the sky, right in front of everyone.

A white light enveloped his body, obscuring his face, but from his silhouette, one could tell that he was a man, a man of extraordinary bearing.

"is it him?"

"It should be him!"

"But I remember he used to look old, didn't he?"

"That actually shows he's not in good shape; he's all bark and no bite, just bluffing!"

"That's how it should be!"

"."

Just as the people in the shadows were having a secret conversation.

"You told me to come out, so I did! Now, have you thought it through?" The figure covered in white light suddenly spoke.

The voice fell.

The white light suddenly flashed and instantly arrived above Fu Yuan Shengjun's head.

The next moment, a fist imprint fell as if from the heavens.

Suddenly, phantom images of the sun, moon, and stars appeared behind him.

bang——

With a loud bang, the towering clay sculpture suddenly crumbled like a falling porcelain vase, and the scarlet threads connecting the people to it also snapped.

"It really is him!" A voice came from the imperial city, filled with disbelief.

Amidst the crumbling pottery shards, a wisp of dark golden mist rapidly fled out of the city, vaguely coalescing into a blurry human figure.

The second punch followed immediately. This time, black and white energy swirled around the fist, shattering the space in its path as if it were a mirror.

In an instant, the fist imprint landed on the wisp of dark golden mist.

"Impossible! You're clearly nearing the end!!"

Upon hearing this, the figure shrouded in white light suddenly chuckled.

"I'm just nearing my end, not already dead!"

As he spoke, the wisp of dark golden mist struggled in his hand, like a writhing serpent.

"Spare me this once, and I'm willing to protect the Martial Saint's Mansion for a thousand years! No! I'm willing to protect the Martial Saint's Mansion for ten thousand years!!"

The dark golden mist struggled incessantly in the hands of the figure shrouded in white light, emitting terrified cries.

"I don't trust you!" the figure enveloped in white light said calmly.

Subsequently.

He suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

In an instant.

The struggling, roaring dark golden mist exploded instantly, transforming into countless beams of light that drifted away from the sky.

next moment.

His gaze was directed beyond the capital, towards the distant horizon.

"Is there still a fragment of his body left? But... never mind! It won't be that easy for this fragment to get back to where it is now!"

Then he shook his head.

“That’s stupid!”

Then his gaze turned downwards.

Looking at the ruins between Vermilion Bird Street and Azure Dragon Street, which had been razed to the ground by the Holy Lord Fu Yuan, and at the divine puppets that had lost their power and collapsed to the ground, he sighed inwardly.

He was as clear-headed as a mirror, knowing everything that was happening in the capital.

They also knew why those people would sit idly by and why Fu Yuan Shengjun could move freely in and out of the capital.

He withdrew his gaze and flashed to Xiao Wuque's side.

"Teacher, you..." Xiao Wuque said respectfully.

"Don't worry about it, this is just a spiritual body of mine. My real body has other matters to attend to and hasn't come yet!" the man covered in white light said.

Upon hearing this, a look of shock flashed across Xiao Wuque's eyes.

Ever since he became a disciple of the Martial Saint, he knew that his teacher was very strong.

He was ridiculously strong, so strong that for countless years, no one dared to provoke the Martial Saint Mansion, so strong that the master of the Martial Saint Mansion had never made a move in all these years.

But he never expected that his teacher would be so strong.

Even if Fu Yuan Shengjun were to personally prepare to take action, he would have no confidence in his abilities.

He has now reached the ranks of the truly strongest.

Looking across the world, in the nine provinces and thirty-six prefectures, he was confident that there were no more than ten people stronger than him.

This strength gave him immense confidence.

However, he had no confidence whatsoever when facing the Holy Lord Fu Yuan.

He was also aware of his teacher's condition.

His time is up, and he will never reach his peak again.

Their strength has fallen to a lower level compared to their peak.

But now it is only a spiritual body, not the real body.

He defeated Fu Yuan Shengjun with just two punches.

It wasn't until he witnessed his teacher's power this time that he understood why his teacher had been able to suppress the world for over eight hundred years and bring over eight hundred years of peace and prosperity to the Great Xia Dynasty.

Thinking of this, his respect for him deepened.

"Keep a close eye on things and don't let a few people throw you off balance!" The figure enveloped in white light patted Xiao Wuque on the shoulder.

"Yes, teacher!" Xiao Wuque replied respectfully.

"I'm going back now! If there's a crisis, you can call upon my name, and I will appear before you!" The figure covered in white light spoke again.

"Yes, teacher!" Xiao Wuque looked at the figure in front of him, his eyes slightly reddening.

He could hear the affection and care that his teacher had for Dun Dun in his words.

He was well aware that his teacher was in very poor condition.

If we fail, then our days are truly numbered.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but speak.

"teacher"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that there was no one in front of him.

It's obvious that their teacher has already gone back.

"Teacher, I hope you succeed!"

"Even if I become the master of a grotto-heaven and cannot escape its constraints, it's still better than turning into a handful of dust!"

Xiao Wuque looked in the direction where his teacher had disappeared, his heart filled with complex emotions.

No one understood what the Martial Saint Mansion represented to him, an orphan, or what his own teacher represented.

(End of this chapter)