The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 702 A Battle at Full Strength, A Deadly Punch (Last day of the month, please vote with monthly tickets.)
"what?"

The Demon Lord's expression changed, his eyes filled with horror.

Inside the stone hall, the aura vibrated and the true essence surged. An extremely terrifying aura emanated from Chen Ping'an's body, and it was solid and powerful, and continued to rise.

At this moment, even he found it difficult to maintain his composure.

"How can this be?"

The Demon Lord's mind trembled slightly.

Mang Dao, how old is he?! At most, he's only been cultivating for less than thirty years, so why...?
It's gotten to this point!
At this moment, Chen Ping'an's aura had reached the pinnacle of Grandmaster, but the ascent of his aura was far from over!

"Berserk Blade!"

Blood Nightmare's voice was cold and sinister, like the chilling iron chains, and his sinister and cold face was full of caution.

He thought he had overestimated him enough, but to his surprise, Chen Ping'an, the ruthless swordsman, gave him an even greater surprise.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an's aura had already broken through the conventional limit of a Grandmaster, truly stepping into the realm of pseudo-Celestial Being combat power. But his rising aura had not yet stopped.

"what?"

"This"

Inside the stone hall, everyone trembled, their expressions shocked, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as the Devouring Demon lay in a corner of the stone hall, clutching his chest. He stared in terror at the young man in the distance, his eyes wide with unspeakable horror.

By this point, Chen Ping'an's aura had already surpassed that of the skeletal elder of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, but his rising aura had not yet stopped.

"What kind of monster is this?!" Old Man Ku Teng leaned on his cane, struggling against the stone wall, and murmured as he looked at the scene in the distance.

With the power of a Grandmaster, he displayed the might of a pseudo-Celestial Being! His aura surged and showed no signs of stopping.

Most importantly, how old is Mang Dao?!

With such talent and ability, if he were to be listed on the Great Qian Dynasty's Hidden Dragon List without holding back, where would he rank?
"A peerless prodigy!" The White Bone Prince looked dejected, but beneath his unseen robes lay layers of white bones. A pale, chilling light emanated from his body; he had already unleashed the White Bone Secret Technique.

Under the White Bone Secret Technique, one can possess 80% of the combat power of a pseudo-celestial being.

With such combat power, one can roam freely in the Grandmaster realm.

This was his greatest source of confidence in dominating the state, and his invincible trump card for survival. But at this moment, his trump card seemed so pale and laughable in the face of the aura emanating from the crowd.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an's aura had completely surpassed that of an ordinary pseudo-celestial being, reaching the realm of a powerful pseudo-celestial being. Not only the skeletal elder, but even the aura of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons was suppressed by Chen Ping'an.

Under the White Bone Secret Technique, he could contend with and fight against pseudo-celestial beings. But in front of Chen Ping'an at this moment, he seemed so powerless.

Yu Wenqiao collapsed to the ground, her expression blank, blood streaming from her mouth and nose. Of the group, she was the most seriously injured and was barely retaining any consciousness.

But this lapse in consciousness deeply shocked her.

At this moment, the legend became reality.

With the power of a Grandmaster, he displayed an overwhelming force against the pseudo-celestial beings.

boom!
The aura surged, like rolling waves. Countless spiritual energies permeated the air, completely suppressing the several divine soul forces within the stone hall.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an's aura had reached its peak.

The previous climb, though seemingly slow, actually happened in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ping'an, carrying Gu Qingchan on his back, stood in the stone hall, calmly looking at the people in the room.

He had originally planned to take it easy for a while, let the others wear each other down, and then come out to clean up the mess, deliver the final blow, and secure the victory.

But to his surprise, these old guys were so cautious. Before the battle even started, they were already thinking about clearing out the enemy lines, which thwarted his plans.

That's really sneaky!

Well then, since that's how it is, he'll put aside his reservations and fight a proper battle with the others.

Let him see just how far he's come!

Being in a secluded cave, there was no fear that anyone would escape beforehand.

There is only one entrance to this place, and if you want to escape, there is only one route. Compared to outside, blocking people here is undoubtedly much easier.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Inside the stone hall, the clashing of energy created ripples and waves of energy. The violent aura caused great suffering to the others in the hall.

Although the stone hall was spacious, it was still a closed space in some respects. The clash between pseudo-celestial beings made them, who were already in a sorry state, even more disheveled.

Among everyone present, only the White Bone Prince, who had used the White Bone Secret Technique, was in slightly better shape. However, he couldn't show any abnormality at this moment, fearing that a single misstep would attract the combined attack of the others.

The atmosphere in the arena rippled and surged like waves, yet none of the Demon Lord, the Skeleton Elder, or the Blood Nightmare Lord moved. In such a chaotic battle, whoever made the first move would inevitably be targeted and suppressed by the others.

"Gentlemen, are you standing still, waiting to be beaten to death by Chen?"

Chen Ping'an laughed loudly, and then he moved.

At this moment, Gu Qingchan was unconscious and lay weakly on his back, her long ice-blue dress trailing behind her like a blooming ice lotus.

The situation was chaotic, and Chen Ping'an was hesitant to leave Gu Qingchan unattended. If things didn't go smoothly, she could easily become a hostage. It was safer to carry her on his back.

Whoosh!
Chen Ping'an's body moved like a swimming dragon, his pale blue body shimmering and flashing, as if there were a phantom of a blue dragon.

The movements of a swimming dragon are agile and fluid.

At this moment, what was once an ordinary secret technique, under Chen Ping'an's activation, revealed an extremely remarkable effect.

hum~
A flash of light appeared, and a pale blue command flag swirled around, its surface fluttering and spreading out in all directions.

Top-tier divine weapon, Azure Flame Four Directions Command Flag.

An invisible force of confinement descended, instantly creating a confinement zone within the stone hall.

"Let's start with a small gift!"

boom!
The punches were as swift as lightning, and the sound as powerful as thunder.

Shocking! Thunderclap!

Rumble~
Like a sudden clap of thunder, the murderous intent was fully revealed.

Chen Ping'an aimed his punch at the skeletal elder of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

Confine the strong, attack the weak.

"Junior!"

The Demon Lord was so enraged that his hair seemed to surge like blood.

He never expected that Chen Ping'an, carrying someone on his back, would still dare to be so arrogant.

His divine soul power surged, and a giant hand suddenly reached out, grabbing at Chen Ping'an in mid-air.

At the same time, the skeletal old man held a compass and looked at the thunderous punch that was hurtling towards him. His expression did not change, but a scarlet light shone in his deep-set eye sockets.

hum~
On the crimson compass, crimson light surged, unleashing a restrictive force that slammed into Chen Ping'an's fist.

Rumble~
The two collided, and a violent aura instantly shook the surrounding area.

The stone hall seemed to be engraved with some kind of restriction, as it only trembled slightly under this violent attack, without causing any major ripples.

Whoosh!
Chen Ping'an flew towards the skeletal old man, his expression remaining completely calm as he looked at the enormous hand reaching out from the sky.

"The winds and clouds are ever-changing!"

Dragon's Secret Technique, Unfathomable Wind and Clouds!
Chen Ping'an's speed increased dramatically, and almost instantly, he dodged the space where the giant hand reached down.

But the giant hand in mid-air seemed to have a mind of its own. The instant Chen Ping'an dodged the attack, it adjusted its angle and shifted its direction, intending to strike.

"Secret Technique: Windwalking!"

hum~
A flash of light appeared, and the wind began to blow. Chen Ping'an's figure swung through the air, defying all logic as he dodged the giant hand.

At this moment, the Azure Flame Four Directions Command Flags were officially deployed. The four command flags, positioned in the four directions, transformed into a binding force, enveloping the stone hall.

"Qingyan!"

Chen Ping'an's brow twitched, and within the confinement space, azure flames appeared, swaying their tails as they moved towards the skeleton elder and the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

The Azure Flame Command Flag, the second kind of divine power, is composed of azure flames.

With Chen Ping'an's current cultivation level, even an ordinary Grandmaster would die upon contact with it, or be severely injured by a mere brush. The azure flames have the effect of burning true essence, but in front of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, they are clearly far inferior.

The flames triggered by the command flag were extinguished completely before they even got close to his body.

But at this moment, the expression of the Demon Lord changed drastically.

Taking advantage of their battle, Blood Nightmare Luo's figure shot forward, his robes fluttering, heading towards the central stone pillar.

"Blood Nightmare Luo!" the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons roared, his divine soul power surging, his hair flowing like blood.

The most important opportunity lies there; how could he let Xue Yanluo have his way?

A large amount of blood mist spread out, forming a blood-red skull, which hurtled towards Blood Nightmare Luo.

"Humph!"

Blood Nightmare Luo snorted coldly, and his divine soul trembled, transforming into an invisible force that swept across the surroundings.

At the same time, he held the Blood Moon Scythe and slashed downwards, creating a crescent moon of blood that cut towards the Demon Lord.

Blood Nightmare's expression was cold and stern, his figure remaining unchanged as he flew.

"Blood Curse!"

Crimson patterns appeared before the Demon Lord, swirling and changing, and the crescent moon disappeared completely the moment it touched him.

A large amount of blood mist surged forth, and the Demon Lord swept his figure away, heading towards Blood Nightmare Luo.

The opportunity and the rare item were of utmost importance, and he would never let Blood Nightmare Luo get there first.

As he flew, the Demon Lord's blood-red robe billowed, ripples of strange energy spreading across it. At the same time, a cracked, gray-black demon jar appeared in his hand.

"Bloodthirsty Pot!"

The moment the gray-black magic jar appeared, Blood Nightmare's expression changed.

The Bloodthirsty Demon Jar, a relic of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, was once a true treasure. However, it suffered damage during a great war in its early years, falling to the level of a pseudo-treasure.

Even though it is a pseudo-treasure, it is the most powerful among pseudo-treasures, and in terms of value, it is not much less than a real treasure.

"bite!"

The Demon Lord's face was contorted with rage as he roared.

The magic jar hovered in the air, emitting an invisible devouring power, directly locking onto the location of Blood Nightmare Luo.

In that instant, Xue Yanluo felt as if his blood was about to boil, as if summoned by something, about to leave his body and return to where he belonged. That invisible devouring power ignored his divine soul power and protective true essence, directly targeting his core essence.

“Suppress!” Blood Nightmare Luo’s eyes turned sinister, a sinister glint appearing in them.

At the same time, he wielded the Blood Moon Scythe and slashed fiercely at the gray-black magic pot.

"Blood moon!"

A massive crescent-shaped blood blade appeared out of thin air, imbued with divine soul power, and cleaved through a space.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
A series of explosions created wave after wave of sound.

The tremendous roar and the shockwaves caused the blood and qi of the remaining people in the stone hall to surge violently.

Whoosh!
As they soared through the sky, at the same time that the Demon Lord was entangled with the Blood Nightmare Demon, Chen Ping'an also arrived in front of the Skeleton Elder.

The skeletal old man held a blood-red compass, his body surging with an extremely eerie divine aura. Invisible restrictive power spread around him, forming layers of strangling force that attacked Chen Ping'an.

"Soul-Splitting Thrust!"

Chen Ping'an's eyes flashed like cold stars, shooting out a sharp light that pierced the eyes of the skeletal old man.

The skeletal old man's eyes were sunken and glowed with a scarlet light.

Before the spiritual thorn even touched his eyes, it rippled with a layer of crimson light.

hum~ hum~ hum~
Blood surged, and the spiritual thorn could not penetrate for a moment.

Chen Ping'an's expression remained calm, but his eyes flickered with a strange light.

"Secret Technique, Seven Absolutes: Mind-Bending Technique!"

hum~
As the eerie light appeared, the skeleton elder's thoughts seemed to pause for a moment.

Rumble!
The black iron ingot appeared out of thin air, swelled in the wind, and grew to the size of a house before crashing down on the skeletal old man below.

At the same time, a chilling killing intent suddenly descended.

A vast spiritual force, like a collapsing mountain, crashed down. In the instant it pressed down, it merged with killing intent.

Seven Killing Heavenly Fist, four secret techniques, ultimate kill—

The intent of the fist is like a knife; one punch can be fatal!
The intent to kill was resolute, leaving no room for maneuver, cutting off their chance of survival and their escape route.

Fatal Slash!
boom!
The fist's intent slammed down, aiming straight for the spiritual center.

Rumble~
A violent surge of energy erupted instantly, and the black iron ingot pressed down the moment the fist landed.

A crimson wave, an invisible tremor. It held firm for only a moment before shattering completely.

Fatal, fatal, one punch to the death.

A fatal blow!

The Ten Thousand Demons Cult, the Skeleton Elder, has fallen!
boom!
As the black iron ingot pressed down, the skeleton old man's body turned into a pile of broken bones.

Without the support of divine soul power, the physical body of a pseudo-celestial being is not much stronger than that of a martial arts grandmaster.

Long before the black iron ingot pressed down, the spiritual essence of the skeletal elder had already been completely extinguished.

Whoosh!
Chen Ping'an flashed and appeared beside the black iron ingot.

hum~
With a flicker of light, the black iron ingot was drawn into Chen Ping'an's hand. He then swept his hand, and the items on the skeletal old man's body fell into his grasp.

The speed at which it gained momentum was astonishing.

"Dead?" The Devouring Fiend Old Monster felt a chill run through his body, trembling uncontrollably.

A false celestial being died just like that?

He died at the hands of the ruthless Chen Ping'an in a single encounter.

这 是
What combat strength?
The old monster felt a chill in his heart, and at this moment, endless regret welled up in his heart.

The White Bone Prince's eyes widened in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

"Mang Dao, isn't his strongest skill with a sword? Why is it his fist?"

"One punch to the death!" The old man withered vines trembled, staring at the young man in the distance, his heart filled with extreme horror. "Seven Killing Heavenly Fist! Could he be..."

Amidst his shock, Old Man Ku Teng was filled with endless thoughts.

Yu Wenqiao, nicknamed "Rangdao," was in a daze, his expression shocked, his eyes filled with astonishment.

At less than twenty-seven years old, having reached the Grandmaster realm, he defied the false Celestial and defeated him. Such talent!
What need is there for demons and monsters to describe it?
"Chen Ping'an!" A furious roar exploded, echoing throughout the entire stone hall.

The Demon Lord's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was filled with murderous aura, like a demon god who had emerged from hell.

"How dare you kill a member of my Ten Thousand Demons Sect!"

boom!
Bloodlust surged, and a gigantic hand appeared out of thin air, descending from above.

Chen Ping'an remained calm and composed as he gazed at the enormous hand that had materialized in mid-air.

"The Giant Hand of Ten Thousand Demons?!"

boom!
The aura surged, and bloodlust erupted.

"I can do it too."

A giant hand appeared in front of Chen Ping'an.

Ten Thousand Demons Blood Demon, Ten Thousand Demons Giant Hand!
"what?"

　Sure enough, chaotic battles are harder to write than one-on-one fights. I'll have to think about the rest of the plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)