The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 660 Bloodstained Waves, the Fall of the Bloodthirsty Tyrant (Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

"Chen Ping'an!"

The roar echoed through the sky.

"you wanna die!"

The madman glared angrily and leaped up from between the mountains.

As it flew, an eerie, blood-red light surged forth, causing the entire mountainside to collapse.

Rumble~
The rocks overturned, falling like a torrent.

The leader of the Blood Owl Gang, Xiaolong Nujingtang, has been famous for many years and has already entered the realm of Grandmaster!

At this moment, the power he displayed in his rage was astonishing.

His hair, like that of a raging lion, flew wildly in the gale. His imposing physique exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression. An incomparably violent martial will, accompanied by an eerie, blood-red aura, raged around him.

Blood has stained the world!

The furious waves roared, and its pair of bare, muscular arms suddenly doubled in size.

In the blink of an eye, it became even more muscular than a thigh.

The blood owl pattern on his arm was eerily sinister, carrying a twisted meaning that stirred the surrounding spiritual energy.

"Die—"

The raging waves crashed down like mountains and rocks, without any frills or fancy moves, carrying the purest ferocity and the most intense sense of oppression, as they came crashing down.

In mid-air, Chen Ping'an's body flashed with azure light, and the black light of the long sword in his hand shone again as he slashed down towards Nu Jingtao.

"Little tricks!"

With a furious strike, the black blade light was forcibly blasted away.

Although Chen Ping'an did not reveal any secret techniques with this strike, he still unleashed a minor-level mastery of the Overlord Blade technique.

With his displayed mid-stage Jade Balance cultivation, this strike could suppress even a top-tier grandmaster.

But it appears somewhat weak in the face of the furious, raging waves.

Chen Ping'an's eyes remained calm and expressionless as he watched the raging torrent rushing towards him.

Nu Jingtao's figure surged forward like a mountain crashing down, containing a soaring momentum.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an's spirituality swept over the surroundings, and the surrounding situation was all within his thoughts.

At this moment, Hou Hu was struggling to defend against the Blood Fiend Blade's spiritual secret stabs and couldn't spare any energy for it.

Although his spiritual secret thorn only used a very small portion of its power, its overall capabilities were beyond what someone of Hou Hu's level could withstand.

This single spiritual stab was enough to make him stand on high alert and dare not be distracted.

On the other side, under his overwhelming aura, the other grandmasters, though willing to provide support, were unable to intervene for the time being. As for the other ordinary gang members, although reinforcements came, they struggled to make progress in this level of confrontation.

"Five breaths!"

Chen Ping'an made a judgment in a flash.

He has five breaths to suppress and kill the raging waves here.

During those five breaths, the rest of the Blood Owl Gang were unable to spare any attention and were temporarily distracted, unable to care for Xiong Sanrang and the others. But if those five breaths passed, Xiong Sanrang and the others would likely be in danger.

As a grandmaster of martial arts, under normal circumstances, it would be extremely difficult for Nu Jingtao to even gain a certain advantage, let alone kill him within five breaths.

Although there is a significant gap between an ordinary martial arts grandmaster and a powerful grandmaster, even within the same realm, it is not so easy for a powerful grandmaster to defeat a martial arts grandmaster.

If the opponent has more tricks up their sleeve, it's perfectly normal for the two sides to be entangled for hundreds of rounds.

It's practically impossible to establish a victory extremely quickly.

That's unlikely; that was said to someone else. Given Chen Ping'an's current condition, if he wanted to, one move would be enough to completely cripple Nu Jingtao, rendering him useless.

For him now, the main consideration is not whether this can be done, but how to do it in a way that is not abrupt, but perfectly reasonable.

boom!
In the blink of an eye, the furious, surging waves of energy unleashed their fury. Although Chen Ping'an used his blade to block it, it clearly didn't achieve much success.

Yes, that's how it appears on the surface.

Whoosh!
Chen Ping'an's figure flashed, as if he had foreseen the future, and he dodged Nu Jingtao's attack in advance.

"Trying to hide?" Nu Jingtao's face was filled with a sinister rage, and a wild smile appeared on his lips.

Suddenly, a long, blood-red rope shot out from his waist, carrying the intent to bind and restrain him, and blocked Chen Ping'an.

This blood-red rope is not of high grade; it is merely an ordinary divine weapon.

However, no matter how ordinary a divine weapon is, it cannot escape the fact that it is a binding divine weapon.

Even if such divine weapons cannot bind Chen Ping'an with his fierce blade, they are enough to distract him and waste his time. Once he adjusts his stance, that will be the moment to deliver the final blow.

Mang Dao was incredibly powerful and his swordsmanship was astonishing. Even though he had an advantage in cultivation level, he dared not relax in the slightest.

At this moment, he had already taken the explosive power pill, and his aura was extremely terrifying.

A blood-red rope weaved through the air, seemingly stirring the surrounding space, carrying a subtle sense of restraint, like an invisible tentacle pulling at Chen Ping'an's figure.

The moment the crimson rope swept out, Nu Jingtao unleashed his true essence, adjusting his posture in mid-air. On his bare, muscular arms, the blood owl pattern gleamed, and an eerie crimson light flowed around him.

After adjusting his posture, he slammed down from mid-air with a fierce attack.

Seeing that the blood-red rope was about to catch up with the savage blade, Nu Jingtao's angry eyes flashed with a smile.

But his smile had barely begun to bloom when it froze completely.

"what?"

Just as the crimson rope touched him, Chen Ping'an's speed suddenly increased dramatically, allowing him to escape and create distance.

"Treading the Wind!"

Chen Ping'an's body was surrounded by surging air currents, as if he were walking on the wind, and his speed increased dramatically under the influence of the wind.

In an instant, the distance between the two sides was completely widened.

"Overlord Blade!"

Chen Ping'an wielded a long saber, his swordplay shifting as he unleashed several strikes in quick succession.

"It's useless! It's useless!"

Anger surged forth, and his arm slammed down repeatedly, shattering all the sword intent.

His reaction was extremely quick. Although he was slightly taken aback, his years of life-and-death battles had led him to make the right choice.

boom!
The raging waves surged with blood-red light, shattering the incoming blade intent with a single punch: "Brutal Blade! Weak and feeble, is this all you've got?"

Nu Jingtao burst into wild laughter, intending to provoke Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an remained calm and did not speak from beginning to end.

The two fought fiercely in mid-air, with Fury and Thunder Waves in pursuit, while Chen Ping'an retreated. The crimson rope weaved through the air, and each time it drew near, Chen Ping'an's speed would suddenly surge, as if he were walking on the wind.

After several attempts, Nu Jingtao finally figured out the trick.

Wind-riding Secret Technique!

Nu Jingtao was shocked, but his moves continued unabated, each strike displaying immense power.

Years of accumulation have enabled him to execute the most perfect and rational offensive in any emotional state.

After taking the secret potion for explosive growth, his aura surged to its peak, and his true essence within his body surged as if it were inexhaustible.

Although Chen Ping'an, the burly swordsman, was a formidable opponent with combat strength far exceeding his expectations, he remained unperturbed.

The situation is what it is today; whether he is anxious or angry, it cannot change the fact that the matter is already settled.

The best course of action now is to capture the ruthless Chen Ping'an!
As long as we can take down the Mangdao, as long as we can take down the Mangdao—

Nu Jingtao's eyes were filled with rage, the blood owl pattern glowing with an eerie light as he unleashed a barrage of blows.

For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate.

Although Chen Ping'an's sword strikes were fierce, his superior level of the Raging Waves realm, coupled with the aid of secret medicine, meant that even if he managed to shatter a few sword beams, his leather armor, protected by his true essence, was enough to withstand them.

boom! boom! boom.
The deafening roar echoed through the air, shaking the surrounding space. The incredibly violent aura created wave after wave of ripples and shockwaves. The clash between Grandmasters was enough to alter the very fabric of the land.

Even though the Blood Owl Gang's territory consisted of many mountains, many of them still suffered damage from their battles.

Rocks flew and tumbled, with pebbles flying everywhere and dust billowing up.

boom!
Chen Ping'an's spiritual power swept through, taking control of every detail in the arena.

At this moment, the two had been fighting for four and a half breaths, and their positions and confrontations were entirely under Chen Ping'an's control.

"almost!"

Chen Ping'an slightly opened his eyes, looking at the furious waves crashing down in front of him, and gently raised the long sword in his hand.

hum~ hum~ hum~
The spiritual energy flickered wildly, and the pitch-black blade light instantly condensed, covering the entire blade.

Chen Ping'an held the knife, like a god who controlled life and death.

Nu Jingtao's heart pounded, and a sudden realization dawned on him; a bad premonition was brewing within him.

But by this point, it was too late for him to avoid it.

He glared angrily, gritted his teeth, and roared.

Amidst the surging crimson light, long, blood-red ropes shot out. His leather armor pulsed with a strange power, protecting him. The blood-red owl pattern on his muscular arms had already reached its zenith.

"die--"

The raging waves roared to the sky, crashing down fiercely.

At that very moment, a voice as indifferent as the clouds and rain of the heavens silently rang out.

"Overlord - Slash!"

As Chen Ping'an swung his longsword, an enormous blade of light shot into the sky, like a giant dragon awakening, carrying a world-destroying power that seemed to tear a rift in the sky.

Dark blade light rained down from the sky, and Nu Jingtao's heart pounded wildly, as if he sensed the threat of death.

Swish!
The blade flashed, shattering the blood-red light.

Nu Jingtao was unable to dodge in time, and his body was completely engulfed by the blade's light.

Before the blade's edge blinded him and shattered his spiritual energy, he saw that his blood-red rope was actually bound tightly within a piece of patterned cloth.

boom!
The furious waves crashed violently down, slamming into the mountain below.

"puff!"

Enraged, blood gushed forth, his bones and muscles shattered; he had been severely wounded by a single blow.

If it weren't for the leather armor protecting him, he would probably have already perished by now.

"No!"

"I can't die here!"

Nu Jingtao's eyes were bloodshot, but even at this moment, his will remained unwavering. The instant he crashed into the mountainside, his brow twitched, and a handful of precious pills and secret medicines appeared in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he was about to swallow all the pills.

Among these elixirs, in addition to the usual healing elixirs, there are also extremely rare secret medicines that can accelerate recovery even by shortening one's lifespan.

These pills, though unable to extricate him from danger, offered a glimmer of hope.

He has devoted so much effort and energy to his cultivation; how could he possibly die here so easily?

He died in the Blood Owl Land that he had cultivated for many years!
He had just reached out his hand and brought it to his mouth, intending to swallow all the pills.

An iron ingot fell from the sky, like a small mountain, crashing down with a deafening roar.

The black iron ingot contains the power of restrictions, possessing immense force that distorts the surrounding space.

Anger surged through the waves, his eyes blazing, and he raised his palms, trying to hold up the space in front of him.

But with his injuries so severe, he was only a fraction of his former strength. How could he possibly resist such a powerful attack?

boom!
Nu Jingtang's hand bones shattered, and the iron ingot crashed down, striking his body.

His leather armor, intended to provide protection and create a protective barrier, suffered greatly from the lack of spiritual energy. It held firm for only a moment before completely caved in.

In an instant, the furious waves shattered completely, their life force severely diminished.

Even though he was a grandmaster of martial arts with incredibly rich life energy, it was almost non-existent at this moment.

"No! I can't die!"

Nu Jingtao's will to survive was astonishing, urging the remaining life force within his body to squeeze out every last drop of usable power.

boom!
The iron ingot shone with a spiritual light, and the mountain-like pressure actually decreased even further at this moment.

Nu Jingtao froze, his body nearly flattened.

He glared at the enemy, unable to speak, and muttered to himself as he widened his eyes.

The scene from more than ten days ago seemed to reappear before my eyes.

In the Blood Owl Hall, gang members gathered, their imposing presence evident amidst the flickering firelight.

"Dare to insult my Blood Owl Gang? You're asking for death! Kill them!"

"Master, no! The special envoy must not be killed! If you kill him..."

"Shut up! Drag him away and kill him! I, Blood Hawk, have been a fixture in Thunder for many years. A mere messenger is no big deal! What can the Thunder Garrison do to him? That arrogant and reckless man, if we don't kill him and teach him a lesson, he'll never know his place!"

"But."

"But what? Does this brute dare to come knocking on our door in person? He's just a brat; I can kill him with one hand! If he doesn't come, fine; but if he does, then let him stay!"

"The gang leader is mighty!"

"The Bloodthirsty Owl emerges, the wind and clouds dance, and thunder roars as I roam!"

"."

Inside the Blood Owl Hall, the atmosphere was deafening and overwhelming.

Like a profusion of flowers, like oil being poured over a raging fire, this is the cycle of victory and defeat.
It turns out it was all just a matter of a single thought.

Nu Jingtao's body was dented, blood gushing out, and countless memories surfaced in his mind.

He achieved early success, followed his own path with madness, inherited the Blood Owl's legacy, fought his way through countless battles, and finally built this magnificent empire.

just
When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; never to return to the world of martial arts!
On his deathbed, Nu Jingtao wanted to burst into wild laughter, but he could no longer do so.

Without a sound, Thunderous Tyrant, Blood Owl Gang Leader, Dragon Furious Waves, died!
His soul returned to heaven and earth, his body perished and his path vanished. From then on, there was no more Xiaolong on the path of cultivation.

hum~
A burst of spiritual light rippled through the iron ingot, which had shrunk rapidly and landed in Chen Ping'an's hand at an incredible speed.

Swish!
With a flash of light, a head that was almost completely flattened fell into Chen Ping'an's hands.

"The dragon bows its head! Why don't you kneel down! Those who kneel down will be safe!"

Chen Ping'an's voice was calm, yet it contained a chilling undertone. His true energy surged, resounding throughout the four directions.

Within the Blood Owl's stronghold, atop several mountain peaks, countless Blood Owl gang members stood bewildered and lost in thought.

The grandmaster trembled speechlessly, his eyes filled with terror.

Hou Hu had just withstood the attack of the Spiritual Spikes and averted the disaster when he saw the figure in the sky.

He will probably never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

A young man leaped through the air and shattered the spine of the Blood Owl.

It's unclear who started it, but the momentum quickly grew into a wave.

"We kneel down!"

"."

Hou Hu was momentarily stunned. Looking at the overwhelming scenery of the mountain, he couldn't help but smile dejectedly, no longer having any intention of competing.

The Blood Owl Gang is doomed!
From this day forward, you may become a vassal of Lei Ming!
"The Blood Owl Gang Leader, having defied the law, beheaded the Thunder Messenger. The Blood Owl Gang's Tiger, disrespectful to superiors and speaking arrogantly, has been executed. Both have now surrendered. The Blood Owl Gang's Vice Leader, Hou Hu, has rendered meritorious service and set an example for Thunder. Hou Hu will now temporarily assume the leadership of the Blood Owl Gang until all matters are settled, at which point he will assume the position of Blood Owl Gang Leader. This is an imperial decree from the Thunder Garrison Command, confirming his legitimacy as the Blood Owl Gang's leader!"

(End of this chapter)