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Chapter 1025 The Threshold of Sainthood
Having traveled and observed for so long, I'm beginning to distinguish the differences in the approaches of Lord Shen and Yin Dao.

If we say that Lord Shen was steadfast, guarding the southern border alone for the sake of the country, and possessing a broad mind that yearned for the peace of the world.

Yin Dao, on the other hand, is a carefree wanderer who roams the martial world, spending his wealth to gather righteousness, and whose primary concern in life is to seek revenge and repay kindness.

Their personalities and aspirations are completely different, and they shouldn't have any interaction, let alone become volunteer teachers.

Their philosophies were worlds apart, and their martial arts skills were completely different, yet fate played a cruel trick on them, bringing them together.

The two became sworn brothers, and the great bandit Yin Dao, inspired by Lord Shen's loyalty, fought alongside him, sweeping across the southern border regions.

All demons, monsters, and evil spirits perished under the two men's three swords and clubs.

Later, the two sides parted ways due to differing views. After a great battle, Yin Dao fell, leaving only Lord Shen to guard the southern border.

A thousand years later, people only know Lord Shen and have forgotten Yin Dao, who was once on par with him.

In a corner of the world, on a mountaintop in the north, a tiger corpse clung to its half-dead body, barely clinging to life...

Time flows on, like a river that never stops flowing, eventually pouring out and encircling this very moment.

Tiger Corpse, wielding the Yin Blade, and Lord Shen, supporting the towering pillar, unleashed their most powerful attacks at each other.

"The knife of Yin, the staff of Shen!"

The two peerless divine weapons, which were mutually loving and mutually destructive, burst forth with an extremely bright white light at the moment of their clash. This white light, as if the void had awakened, tilted its head and twisted, heading towards the celestial maiden not far away.

Following closely behind were the tacitly agreed Yin Dao and Lord Shen, who joined forces to attack.

At this moment, their purpose was revealed.

Kill the Heavenly Maiden!

The monster that needs to be suppressed by the Nine Cauldrons of the South, along with the Nine Cauldrons of the Southeast, is no ordinary creature. Don't be fooled by its current inaction; it is undoubtedly newly born and still very weak. If we don't seize this opportunity to kill it, it will surely lead to disaster.

Lord Shen understood this, and so did Yin Dao.

The earth-shattering power generated by the clash of the sword and the staff was restrained and directed in one direction.

"Goddess!"

The treacherous demon's eyes widened in fury. All the heavenly maidens' attendants had been lost, and now there was no one left to use.

The celestial maiden maintained her expressionless and indifferent demeanor, as if the incident had happened suddenly and that she was not the target of the two most powerful sects in the world.

She always felt a sense of alienation from the world, like a character who had been switched channels.

"The Blade of Destruction, the Wood-Splitting Grand Duke".

White smoke rose from Yin Dao's body, and his silhouette gradually became transparent, burning with life at this moment.

The will, thoughts, and spirit of a single voice are transformed into the purest fist intent and spirit, merging into this strike.

His lifespan was coming to an end; his life was entering its final countdown.

The most terrifying thing is when a dying person fights desperately!
Lord Shen, on the other hand, remained remarkably composed, his massive staff remaining perfectly still, and when it struck, only the tip of the staff was visible.

This thing compresses the heavens and the four directions of the sky into its depths, suffocating and despairing over the whole body.

The Sky-Supporting Staff can support the sky; it has stood firm in a corner of the southern sky for millions of years.

This was not only his own idea, but also the common belief of everyone in the southern border region and all fifty states of the world.

The power of intention is a magical force. When many thoughts come together, the power of faith can exert extraordinary strength.

Optimus Prime, Lord Shen, is always invincible when protecting the Southern Frontier.

The Heavenly Maiden was facing the Yin Blade and Shen Hou Cudgel at their peak.

She raised her hands, and ice crystals appeared in the air around her, multiplying from small particles into fist-sized six-pointed ice flowers that floated around her neck, temples, and sleeves, her ethereal and otherworldly aura growing stronger. "A celestial presence, a celestial presence!"

"Could it be that she is not a demon, nor a monster, but... a celestial being!"

"Oh right, Heavenly Maiden, Heavenly Maiden, a noble lady among the celestial beings, stop immediately, don't hurt her!"

Suddenly, someone lost their composure, captivated by the celestial maiden's elegant demeanor, and became her devoted follower.

Emotions spread quickly, and many people, who were feeling lost and helpless, grasped at the words as if they had found a lifeline, and spontaneously echoed them, causing the newlyweds' hearts to waver.

Surrounded by numerous six-pointed flowers, the celestial maiden rode the gentle breeze to meet the combined attack of the sword and staff.

At this moment, the power of the Yin Blade and the Sky-Piercing Staff had reached its peak and was about to unleash destructive force capable of destroying the world.

However, at the very moment the celestial maiden made contact with her...

The six-pointed flowers that were originally hovering around the celestial maiden suddenly shot out like bullets, piercing through the void with a whooshing sound, leaving visible black trails, and even breaking through space itself.

With such terrifying speed and power, the delicate petals could cut through iron like mud, even more so than any divine weapon in the world.

Yin Dao's eyes widened, he took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and let out a hearty laugh.

"Very well, very well, Lord Shen, you have won again!"

With one step, he erased a hundred-foot distance, his towering, mountain-like body casting a shadow that covered the celestial maiden.

The six-pointed flowers that shot out all disappeared into Yin Dao's body with a series of whooshing sounds.

The flames burning on his body conveyed a sense of heroic resolve to die, elevating his swordsmanship to a higher level.

At this moment, the glint of blades was faintly visible, as if doors were opening and closing, revealing layers of gaps.

It seemed to contain a mysterious space, faintly revealing the supreme realm of 'sacred'.

Yin Dao went all out, with one foot on the edge of a death cliff, and actually used his blade to cut through the shackles, touching the threshold of a Martial Saint.

Such a life, so glorious, is enough to be remembered for generations to come.

"You call yourself a celestial maiden?"

Yin Dao loudly questioned the Heavenly Maiden, and without hesitation, he slashed the Heavenly Maiden's head with his long sword.

At the same instant, countless six-pointed flowers pierced his body. Due to their sheer number, the dense, overlapping bloody holes devoured Yin Dao's body completely, leaving not a trace behind.

After a single exchange, Yin Dao vanished completely from the world.

The Heavenly Maiden maintained her aloof and emotionless demeanor, her gaze unwavering, as if killing Yin Dao was no different from crushing an insect.

The Yin Blade that was about to strike her head sank slightly, causing the celestial maiden's body to sway twice.

But that's about it.

Whoosh!
A withered, large hand reached out and snatched the Yin Dao from his grasp; it was Lord Shen.

Lord Shen looked at the spot where Yin Dao had disappeared, his gaze filled with vicissitudes and loneliness. "The essence of Yin Dao's lifelong martial arts has been completely integrated into this 'half-saint' sword strike."

"Heavenly Maiden, if a half-saint cannot kill you, then I will ascend to sainthood and kill you!"

Yin Dao's previous peak strike, burning with the power of his life, touched the threshold of Martial Saint, nearly reaching the realm of 'Half-Saint'. Even so, it failed to cause any damage to the Heavenly Maiden, demonstrating her terrifying power.

But Lord Shen said he wanted to become a saint, and not a half-saint, but a true martial saint. Could it be that he has already broken through?

Well, considering the probabilities, Lord Shen is indeed one of the few people in the world qualified to compete for the title of Martial Saint.

Could it be that everyone present today is fortunate enough to witness the birth of a martial saint of our time?
(End of this chapter)