The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 704 Burst of Boost, Heirloom Treasure (Seeking monthly votes~)

"Insanity!"

The Demon Lord roared, his blood-red robes billowing, endless blood and evil energy churning, revealing a gigantic ghost face.

Blood Nightmare Luo, who was standing to the side, remained silent, a blood moon gathering in the curved scythe in his hand.

buzz~
A tremor of spiritual light appeared, and the four command flags of azure flames were positioned in the four directions, fluttering like blooming azure flames.

boom!
A powerful wave of energy swept through the area, causing Chen Ping'an's aura to surge once more, as if he were climbing a hundred-foot pole to its fullest potential, unleashing a terrifying wave of energy.

The Azure Flame Command Flags, ultimately possessing divine power, unleash a powerful boost.

Whoosh!
Chen Ping'an's figure flashed, and a pair of rings appeared in his hand without him even noticing.

One on the left and one on the right, emanating a cold, eerie light, and rippling with invisible waves. With each flicker of spiritual light, a boost was continuously provided.

The black jade ring was obtained from Li Wusheng, the master of Jueyin Palm.

Each ring possesses a quality approaching that of a top-tier divine weapon, surpassing even ordinary powerful divine weapons. When two rings are paired together, they can unleash power comparable to that of a top-tier divine weapon.

When activated, it can enhance palm power and increase fist strength, making it an extremely superior auxiliary divine weapon.

Over the years, Chen Ping'an had already refined it properly, and now, with full activation, the true power of the black jade ring was unleashed.

The flow of Qi is stirred, and inspiration is abundant.

At this moment, the power Chen Ping'an unleashed with his spiritual energy was even greater than that of the two pseudo-celestial beings.

They are two pseudo-celestial beings who are close to the top level!
hum~
A burst of spiritual light appeared, and the black iron ingot reappeared, transforming into the size of a house, and pressed down on the two of them.

"what?"

The Demon Lord's expression changed; he hadn't expected that Chen Ping'an would still be holding back even at this moment.

Such power would undoubtedly lead to defeat for either him or Blood Nightmare alone.

"A divine phenomenon erupted!"

Blood Nightmare Luo's eyes were cold and his face was sinister. He recognized Chen Ping'an's enhancement method at a glance.

His scythe slashed down, and a blood moon rose in the sky.

Attack and you will be rescued!

The source of the outbreak was the Azure Flame Banners positioned in the four directions, and what he had to do was to cut down these banners.

Once the command flag is broken, Chen Ping'an's buffs will crumble without a fight!
After the outburst, Chen Ping'an's aura was so powerful that even he felt a chill run down his spine.

If he were in his prime, he might not be too wary, but right now, with his injuries not yet healed and his foundation greatly damaged, he obviously cannot withstand this level of exhaustion.

Blood Nightmare's eyes flickered, and he had already made a plan in his mind.

Whoosh!
With a flick of his sleeve, Blood Nightmare Robe unleashed gusts of wind. His eyes flashed, and an endless howl erupted, shaking the very soul.

The Demon Lord on the side was in no way inferior; at this point in the battle, a peaceful resolution was no longer possible.

The best course of action now is to combine the strength of the two of them to kill the ruthless Chen Ping'an!
The gray-black magic jar pulled and restrained Chen Ping'an's energy. His blood-red robe billowed, surging with bursts of bloody light, protecting his body.

A large amount of blood-red energy spread out, forming waves of attacks that relentlessly bombarded Chen Ping'an.

His objective was simple: Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, wasn't fighting alone; he was carrying someone on his back, and his movements would inevitably be affected during his rapid advances. His numerous attacks were primarily aimed at disrupting and distracting the enemy, creating opportunities for Xue Yanluo.

Rumble~
Inside the stone hall, booming sounds and surging energy created gusts of wind. The overwhelming spiritual energy and its ripples were so powerful that it was almost impossible to breathe.

The White Bone Prince looked grim as he watched the fierce battle unfold.

The terrifying clashes filled him with dread.

"Is this a false celestial being?"

He boasted of his considerable combat prowess, claiming that under the White Bone Secret Technique, he possessed 80% of the combat strength of a pseudo-celestial being.

But his 80% combat power is not 80% of that of a pseudo-celestial being.

If he possessed 80% of that combat power, his reputation and prestige would probably be no less than that of an ordinary pseudo-celestial being.

"Wild Blade"

Previously, he had never imagined that a junior could fight to this extent against the likes of the Demon Lord, Blood Nightmare Luo.

Neither the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons nor Blood Nightmare Luo were ordinary pseudo-celestial beings. The former was a powerful pseudo-celestial being, while the latter, at his peak, was close to the realm of a top-tier pseudo-celestial being.

Furthermore, both of them are leaders of their respective factions, and no one can say for sure what kind of hidden strengths they possess.

If it were a life-or-death battle, even the most elite pseudo-celestial beings wouldn't be absolutely certain of victory.

At this moment, these two pseudo-celestial beings, whose reputations shook the entire state and whose fame was immense, actually joined forces to target a junior—a junior who was not yet thirty years old.

Even if Mang Dao is defeated today, he still has reason to be proud!

Given his stature, if he hadn't fallen, he might have truly had a chance to become the number one hidden dragon.

Unfortunately.
The White Bone Prince's mind raced as he considered how to proceed.

Once Mang Dao is dead, Xue Yanluo and the Wanmo Sect Leader will inevitably turn against each other. Both are after rare and precious artifacts, and the intense battle will undoubtedly affect their strength. Will he be able to use the White Bone Secret Technique to escape alive?

Right now, although the battle is raging, it is clearly not the time to run away. If he makes any rash moves, he will probably be attacked by the group together.

With his limited strength, even if the opponent were to get involved, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand more than a few moves.

We need to wait for the right opportunity!
The White Bone Prince's thoughts shifted as he continued to ponder the matter.

When it comes to matters of life and death, any mistake could be fatal. In such situations, no amount of caution is excessive.

Perhaps he should pull up the withered vine.
"What a pity." Blood trickled from the corner of the withered vine's mouth as he used his skills to try his best to deal with the aftershocks in the arena.

His fierce and untamed spirit was unlike anything he had ever seen. Even those at the top of the Hidden Dragon Ranking might not be as outstanding as him.

With such talent, if he hadn't perished, he would surely have become a martial arts master in the future.

but.
He was going to die eventually!

While Mang Dao's combat power was terrifying, Xue Yanluo and the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons were no pushovers either. Neither of them were ordinary pseudo-celestial beings; if they joined forces, even the most elite pseudo-celestial being would be no match for them.

Theoretically speaking, two top-tier pseudo-celestial beings, if they cooperate well and join forces, would be able to contend with a martial arts celestial being.

Although the cooperation between the Demon Lord and Blood Nightmare Lord was not smooth, and it could even be said that they each had their own agendas, their combined power and strength were extremely terrifying.

In particular, the counterfeit Blood Moon Scythe and the fake Blood Devouring Demon Jar, both of which pose a great threat to Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman.

The slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin.

Although Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, is strong in combat, he lacks a true protector.

While top-tier divine weapons are impressive, they pale in comparison to the Bloodthirsty Demon Jar and the Blood Moon Scythe.

So far in the battle, the Mangdao has shown signs of decline, and defeat is only a matter of time.

The reason he hasn't been defeated yet is partly because of his strong combat power, and partly because of the thoughts of Blood Nightmare Luo and the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons.

There's only one chance, and obviously no one wants to give it up!

"I never imagined that the prodigy Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, would be so loyal and righteous! Even after fighting to this extent, he still hasn't failed his beloved!" Inside the stone hall, bloodlust surged, and the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, his blood-red robe billowing, manipulated the gray-black demon jar, unleashing a series of attacks.

"If I remember correctly, your fiancée in the Gu family's arranged marriage is not this Gu Qingchan. Isn't this affection misplaced?"

"Could it be that Gu Qingchan really is your little lover, and you're prepared to die together with her even if you die today? Tell me, what would your betrothed wife think if she heard about this?"

"Or perhaps I've misunderstood, and you, Mang Dao, are simply infatuated with her? Having such a rare opportunity, you're unwilling to let it slip by, even at the cost of battle, you want to be close to your beloved?"

"I wonder how Gu Qingchan will react when she wakes up and sees your face like this? Hahaha!"

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The Demon Lord's aura surged, and he continuously launched psychological attacks.

As a veteran expert, he naturally knew how to fight in a way that would be most advantageous to him.

There are many exceptionally talented individuals, but their character may not be so. Provoking them with words might anger them, and in their anger, they will reveal their weaknesses.

At their level, even the slightest flaw will be magnified. If exploited, it could mean the difference between life and death.

Swish!
The Blood Moon Scythe's illusory slash descended, causing the space to tremble, leaving behind a dark blood-red line.

The Blood Moon Scythe is a weapon of slaughter and evil, possessing extreme cutting power. In battle, Chen Ping'an primarily relied on dodging. However, with the Demon Lord restraining him, his many dodges did not achieve the desired effect.

Most matches ended with a head-on, direct punch.

"Your movement skills are still a bit weak!"

Faced with the provocative words of the Demon Lord, Chen Ping'an's eyes remained calm and unmoved.

He carried Gu Qingchan on his back, constantly navigating the changing battlefield.

At this moment, the Azure Flame Command Flags unleashed their full power, their azure flames swaying with tails as they relentlessly attacked.

An invisible force of confinement permeated the air, disrupting the flow of energy within the arena.

His figure flickered as he faced a crucial battle, triggering the magical command flag to shift his position.

"Treading the Wind!"

Chen Ping'an swung his body and appeared on the other side. His brows flashed with light, and he threw a powerful punch.

boom!
Blood Nightmare's face was sinister as he directly shattered Chen Ping'an's fist intent. Chen Ping'an had just unleashed a punch and his figure had not yet fully stabilized when the Demon Lord's enormous hand slammed down.

At the same time, the gray-black magic jar in mid-air precisely locked onto Chen Ping'an, activating an invisible pulling force.

"Secret Assassin!"

Chen Ping'an's eyes shone brightly as he condensed a spiritual thorn, aiming it straight at the brow of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord's blood-red robe surged with murderous aura, instantly dissolving the secret thorn into nothingness. He sneered, his voice booming, "Chen Ping'an, is this all the tricks you know?"

boom!
Chen Ping'an remained silent, and was met with a punch from Qi Sha.

The intent of the fist permeated the air, like a raging storm, revealing its deadly intent.

"bite!"

The Demon Lord's eyes were bloodshot, his soul trembled, and the gray-black demon jar in mid-air surged in power.

Chen Ping'an's figure froze in mid-air.

"Why aren't you making a move yet!" the Demon Lord roared.

The moment his voice rang out, a crescent moon of blood appeared in mid-air, exuding an eerie and menacing aura, ready to strike.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The blood moon slashed down, like a crimson scythe reaping lives, and struck Chen Ping'an.

boom!
With a deafening roar, true essence exploded, staining the ground with blossoms of blood.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
A shockwave exploded, staining the ground crimson, and a figure was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the stone hall wall.

Zizzi~
An eerie sound spread throughout the area, like a curse from the deepest hell.

Endless waves of air surged and churned, rippling out in concentric circles.

"Berserk Blade, die!" The Demon Lord's face was contorted with rage, his blood-red robe billowing as a surge of crimson light emanated from his body. In mid-air, the gray-black demon jar swirled and then tilted down.

The Bloodthirsty Demon Jar can attract and pull, and even refine blood.

Under the Blood Moon Scythe, the brute was already severely wounded and had no power to resist after this attack.

If one enters the Bloodthirsty Pot, the brute will surely die!

The Demon Lord's eyes were bloodshot, and his divine soul power surged to its limit.

At that very moment, the situation changed drastically.

A terrifying wave rippled outwards, eerie and sinister, like the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

"Not good!" A sudden alarm arose in the heart of the Demon Lord, his bloodlust surged, and he tried to use the Demon Jar to protect himself.

At this moment, the gray-black magic jar was releasing its devouring power, pulling and swirling, and tilting towards Chen Ping'an, the brute. It was too late to come back to help.

laugh--

A dark beam of light struck with a deafening roar, its rays rippling with destructive energy, turning the entire space pitch black.

Peng! Peng! Peng!
The surging blood energy in front of the Demon Lord instantly collapsed, turning into bursts of blood mist and dissolving into nothingness.

That deathly beam of light contained terrifying energy that dissolved everything.

Amidst countless dissipating blood mists, the figure of the Demon Lord flew backward, like a kite with a broken string, or a blood eagle with broken wings.

boom!
The Demon Lord fell to the ground with a deafening roar, creating a terrifying shockwave that swept across the surrounding area.

Under the shockwave, the blood-red robe of the Demon Lord was tattered, and a huge blood hole appeared in front of him at some unknown time.

Blood holes covered half of his body, including vital organs such as his heart. Even someone as strong as a pseudo-celestial being would be critically injured and on the verge of death under such injuries.

"Blood Nightmare Luo!" The Demon Lord's voice was shrill, like the wailing of a demon, his eyes filled with resentment and madness: "How dare you ambush me!"

Blood Nightmare's eyes were chilling, and one hand was outstretched, revealing a sinister vertical pupil. His aura was sinister, deep and dark, like an endless hell.

"Did you think I'd wait for you to launch a sneak attack?" Blood Nightmare Luo's face was sinister as he sneered, "There's only one chance. Kill Mang Dao, and what's not yours is mine. In that case, why not let it fall into my hands!"

hum~
A terrifying aura spread out, and the sinister vertical pupils emitted a chilling light.

"In this game, I am ultimately the superior player!"

laugh--

The beam of destruction struck, crashing down upon the Demon Lord.

"No!"

The Demon Lord's expression was filled with resentment, and he screamed in agony.

"Die together!"

The Demon Lord's demonic energy surged, and he was about to self-destruct, perishing together with others.

Blood Nightmare's expression changed slightly, and he retreated rapidly in a flash.

Pong!
The attack, imbued with terrifying power, ultimately failed to unleash its full force. Just before the Demon Lord self-destructed, a devastating blow crashed down.

In the endless blood mist, the figure of the Demon Lord completely disappeared.

In mid-air, the gray-black magic pot, which had been displaying its power, fell helplessly as if it had lost its master. Its spiritual energy was dim, and its power was not apparent; it was just like an ordinary earthen pot.

Whoosh!
With a flick of his sleeve, the gray-black magic jar fell into his hand.

"Bloodthirsty Pot!"

His expression was joyful, radiating boundless confidence.

This exploration of the secret location was a complete success.

Through careful planning, not only did the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect die, but he also gained much of the other party's resources, and all the opportunities within this cave also came into his possession.

The Demon Lord only knew that he was injured and his injuries had not yet healed, so his combat power was no longer at its peak. However, he did not know that the treasure of his evil path was still on his person.

Even with the Myriad Demons Blood Robe protecting him, the Demon Lord of the Myriad Demons was ultimately unable to withstand a single blow from the Evil Eye!
The timing and opportunity here are crucial and must be seized perfectly!

In truth, he should thank Mangdao for this. Without Mangdao's involvement, he probably wouldn't have had such a good opportunity.

If it were a fight involving his hands and feet, he would be fighting two against one, and even if he were to win, it would be a Pyrrhic victory, not as easily as it is now.

In the end, he was the one who stood out in this game and became the biggest winner.

but
Blood Nightmare's eyes were sinister as he fixed his gaze on a corner of the stone wall.

Before reaping the final harvest, we must nip the last bit of risk in the bud.

Previously, Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, had taken a direct hit from his Blood Moon attack, and was probably barely clinging to life at this moment.

Even a pseudo-celestial being skilled in external martial arts would find it difficult to achieve much under the Blood Moon Slash.

Not to mention cultivators like Mang Dao, who specialize in killing.

Next, all he needs to do is kill Mangdao, and everything in this secret place will belong to him.

Inside the stone hall, spiritual energy was in chaos, blood mist rose, and waves of energy surged.

Blood Nightmare Luo wielded the Blood Moon Scythe, his divine soul power shaking the four directions.

As the blood mist dissipated and the shockwave subsided, a voice emanated from within.

"The Evil Dao Master truly has impressive methods; I admire him." His voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.

"Hmm?" Xue Yanluo's expression turned cold. He hadn't expected Chen Ping'an to actually get up and move after taking his Blood Moon attack. "I underestimated you. But it doesn't matter. You're just at your last gasp!"
The Demon Lord is dead, and I have no more scruples. Since you are still alive, then I will let you experience my strongest power!

Blood Nightmare's face was sinister, yet radiated boundless confidence.

The treasure of inheritance has been revealed. Although he can only wield it with difficulty, under the Evil Eye, his combat power should be able to rival that of the top-tier pseudo-celestial beings. Let alone the fact that the Savage Blade is only at its last gasp, even at its peak, it would not be a match for him.

"Is that so?" Chen Ping'an said calmly, holding Gu Qingchan and setting her down on the ground. "Speaking of which, I should thank you for helping me."

Whoosh!
Chen Ping'an reached out and rolled up the command flags that were positioned at the four corners of the stone hall, which then spiraled down and landed around Gu Qingchan.

hum~
The battle flags fluttered and the flames swayed, forming an invisible halo that protected the unconscious Gu Qingchan.

"Let's loosen up our muscles!"

boom!
Its violent aura swept in all directions, its state at its peak, like the sun at its zenith.

"I have never been so excited in all my years of cultivation."

Chen Ping'an's eyes shone brightly, his face filled with excitement, and his figure fully emerged from the blood mist.

"what?"

Blood Nightmare Luo's expression changed drastically, he was extremely shocked. At this moment, he finally saw Mang Dao Chen Ping'an clearly, and saw the scar on his chest.
Faint bloodstains.

"This is."

Blood Nightmare's pupils shrank sharply, his heart filled with extreme horror.

The next moment, Xue Yanluo's figure was sent flying.

Rumble!
A violent tremor and roar ensued, and Blood Nightmare Luo, his face covered in blood, was blasted to the ground.

(End of this chapter)