The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 706 Decisive Struggle Leads to Ultimate Victory (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month~)

boom!
Inside the stone hall, blood and evil energy surged and roared, unleashing an overwhelming force.

The Demon Lord, his expression crazed, unleashed a devastating attack.

He had waited far too long for this moment.

Blood Nightmare was plotting against him, how could he be completely unprepared? To become the ultimate winner, he had to feign weakness and, ideally, disappear from the very beginning.

What could be a better way to disappear without a trace than faking death?

The Bloodthirsty Demon Jar, a relic of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, was once a renowned and truly powerful treasure. Although its rank has declined, its power should not be underestimated.

With the help of the Bloodthirsty Jar and the power of secret magic, he faked his death and escaped, hiding inside the Bloodthirsty Jar, where he sat back and watched the tigers fight.

Mang Dao's caution and methods far exceeded his expectations. His behavior was completely unlike that of a junior not yet thirty years old. He seemed more like an ancient monster who had lived for hundreds of years!
However, no matter how much he schemed, he was ultimately one step ahead.

Everything will ultimately benefit someone else.

The treasures inherited from the Evil Path include: the Evil Eye (a breakthrough spiritual item), the Soul-Condensing Jade Liquid (a purification spiritual item), the Yin-Yang Dew (an auxiliary spiritual item), and the Supreme Clarity Pill.
All these treasures belong to him!
Now was the time for him to reap the rewards. To ensure everything went smoothly, he not only replenished his life force with the accumulated power of the Bloodthirsty Demon Jar over hundreds of years, restoring himself to his peak condition, or even surpassing it, but he also consumed the Blood Fiend Pill, a power-boosting elixir, to suppress and kill the Brute Blade Chen Ping'an with his full combat strength.

Although Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, possesses considerable combat strength, his abilities are bound to be weakened by these repeated attacks. Given his current state, he wouldn't have been afraid even in his prime, let alone now.
Now is the perfect time to strike, ensuring a decisive victory!
The Demon Lord's face was flushed with excitement, his wildness beyond words.

Today's opportunities have all fallen into his hands! With these fortuitous encounters and spiritual treasures, he will continue his journey on the path!
Decades later, he may become a true celestial being.

At that time, all demons will flourish!
His achievements are comparable to those of the founder of the sect and the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons.

Today he received a divine gift, which is the destiny bestowed upon him by Heaven!
No one can stop it!

boom!
A bloody and violent aura swept across everything, and the violent explosion revealed the terror of this attack.

"Die, die!" The Demon Lord's face was contorted, his scarlet eyes flashing with excitement.

Just when he was certain of his victory, a calm and indifferent voice rang in his ear.

"Fancy!"

"What?" The Demon Lord's expression froze instantly.

next moment!
Pong!
The Demon Lord's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

As the blood mist dissipated, a powerful and terrifying figure appeared in the stone hall. His body was as hard as metal, and strange scales faintly appeared on his dark golden physique, gleaming with a strange metallic luster.

A terrifying surge of energy erupted, transforming into the purest wave of energy, its immense power surpassing even that of demonic beasts.

The Azure Sun Blood Refining Method, first refinement complete, bloodline extraordinary, a tyrant of the wilderness!
"Heh heh." The Demon Lord murmured, opening his mouth as if to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

His pupils gleamed as he gazed at the arrogant, domineering figure before him. In his mind, his entire life flashed by like a fleeting dream.

He once had a happy and fulfilling life, enjoying a warm home with loving parents and caring elders. But one evil spirit wreaked havoc, and it all vanished like a mirage.

He entered the Demonic Cult to cultivate, starting from humble beginnings, displaying extraordinary talent, climbing step by step, and finally becoming a powerful demon tyrant.

After hundreds of years of cultivation, I've ended up living the very thing I once despised. But this life...
It's finally over!
The victor is king, the loser is villain; it's all predetermined by fate, hahaha.
His divine light dimmed until it was completely worn away, and until his death, the image of that hydrangea still lingered in his mind.

That is
His most cherished memories.

Bang!
His head, along with a small portion of his neck, fell heavily to the ground.

The leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord, has fallen!

The once mighty and ruthless Azure Dragon has fallen, his body and soul extinguished.

Died
The hand of the valiant Chen Ping'an!
That intensely hot and terrifying blood energy surged forth endlessly, transforming into waves of blood energy. Chen Ping'an's body was like a millstone of blood energy, surging with boundless power.

Chen Ping'an remained calm, feeling the continuous flow of energy within his body, and experiencing the pure power of his physique.

"The ultimate pseudo-celestial being!"

Chen Ping'an's eyes shone brightly, and his heart was filled with boundless pride.

When fully activated, the primal power hidden within him was far more terrifying than he had imagined. With multiple enhancements, it truly reached the pinnacle of pseudo-celestial power.

This kind of combat power, which existed only in the pseudo-celestial theory, is now truly his.

It wasn't just one or two strikes, but a terrifying power strong enough to sustain the attack for half an hour, or even longer.

Whoosh!
Chen Ping'an reached out and seized all the items belonging to the Demon Lord and Blood Nightmare Luo. He then used his spiritual sense to scan his surroundings, ensuring nothing was left behind.

After receiving the items, Chen Ping'an did not examine them immediately; instead, he focused his attention on the other people in the stone hall.

The moment his gaze fell upon them, both the White Bone Prince and the Old Man withered Vine felt a chill run down their spines.

"Sir, spare your life!"

"Young master, spare my life!"

Such power terrified them.

The winner of this chaotic battle has been decided. Now, it's time to determine their fate.

Chen Ping'an locked onto the entire scene with his aura, ignoring the two's pleas for mercy. In a flash, he appeared in front of the Devouring Demon Old Monster.

The aftershocks of the previous chaotic battle left this old monster of the Great Banner Sect severely injured and unconscious.

"That old monster is lying down quite comfortably."

Chen Ping'an snorted coldly, and a powerful will suddenly descended.

"I can't move."

The Devouring Demon slowly regained consciousness, his mind blank for a moment. But he quickly grasped the current situation.

They were now in the stone hall, where several pseudo-celestial beings were fighting, along with the junior Chen Ping'an.
Before the Devouring Demon Old Monster could finish his thoughts, he saw Chen Ping'an standing calmly and indifferently in front of him.

To his horror, the sounds of tremors and collisions had ceased. The sight of several corpses in the distance only added to his lingering fear.

Having lived for many years, the Devouring Demon Old Monster immediately grasped the situation.

He was utterly shocked and speechless. He couldn't believe how the Demon Lord and Blood Nightmare had died at Chen Ping'an's hands. But this didn't affect his reaction.

"Lord Chen." The Devouring Fiend Old Monster managed to speak with difficulty, forcing a smile onto his fierce face: "Congratulations, Senior Chen, on gaining this opportunity and becoming the biggest winner."

Chen Ping'an looked calmly at the Devouring Demon Old Monster without saying a word.

This filled the Devouring Demon Old Monster with fear. Recalling everything that had happened before, he couldn't help but beg for mercy: "Lord Chen, I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. Please spare my life! I am willing to offer up my entire fortune!"

The Devouring Demon Old Monster wept bitterly, begging for mercy repeatedly, looking utterly remorseful.

"Old man, no, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I am willing to serve you like a slave. If you don't believe me, you can place a restriction on me; I will have no complaints."

It's really laughable. When they first met, the arrogant and domineering appearance of the Devouring Fiend was still fresh in Chen Ping'an's mind. But now, when they meet again, he never expected it to be like this.

The more arrogant they were in the past, the more pathetic they are now.

Without going into too much detail, this Devouring Demon Old Monster knows how to bend and stretch.

Yes, when faced with life and death, how many people wouldn't understand?

Chen Pingan looked at him quietly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"My lord, I truly know my mistake! I am willing to follow you for the rest of my life and never betray you!" The old monster's face was twisted beyond recognition as he desperately tried to maintain his loyalty, hoping to gain a chance to live. "You truly know your mistake?" Chen Ping'an said calmly.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong." The Devouring Demon Old Monster tried his best to admit his mistake.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping'an smiled.

"No! You don't just know you're wrong. You know you're wrong."

Swish!
With a flash of light, the head of the Devouring Demon Old Monster fell to the ground.

"dying!"

Chen Pingan sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

Rolling around~
The head of the Devouring Demon Old Monster rolled off, its expression frozen on its obsequious and humble old face.

The Great Banner Sect's Devouring Demon Old Monster has fallen!
Since there is a grudge, it is only right to avenge it.

Chen Ping'an woke up the Devouring Demon Old Monster not to hear him cry for mercy, but to kill him.

Compared to killing the other party without them knowing, this method is undoubtedly more in line with his wishes.

Returning home in wealth and honor is like wearing brocade at night; seeking revenge without making it public is like a ghostly fire without brilliance.

This feeling was undoubtedly unpleasant, and clearly insufficient to satisfy Chen Ping'an.

Upon realizing this, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but chuckle.

Perhaps that's what the villains in biographical novels think.

Villains often die from talking too much. In this light, the villain's words on the eve of victory might be the climax that brings them the greatest satisfaction.

Even if you succeed, it's difficult to achieve the greatest satisfaction if you don't fully express yourself.

It's like scratching an itch through a boot—it doesn't provide complete relief!

"Gentlemen, haven't you had enough of looking for so long?"

Chen Ping'an flashed and appeared in front of the White Bone Prince and the Old Man withered Vine.

"Sir! Spare your life!"

"Young master, I will keep this matter to myself and will never let outsiders know about it."

Both of them did their best, constantly striving for a chance to survive.

However, Chen Ping'an remained unmoved by their words.

"Gentlemen, it's time to hit the road!"

Upon hearing this, the two men froze, their faces turning ashen.

Whoosh!
The White Bone Prince, his body covered in white bones, leaped away, using a secret technique to try and escape. At the same moment, the Withered Vine Elder suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and the withered vines in front of him grew wildly like branches.

Swish!
With a flash of light, the White Bone Prince's figure was instantly slashed down.

Under the dim light, the withered vine groaned, his body stiffening as if he had fallen into an endless illusion.

"Gentlemen, strictly speaking, there is no enmity between us. However, things in this world are always fair. Since you have chosen to attack me, you must be prepared to die."

This applies to everyone. You are all the same, and so am I!

"Now that we've stained our skin with the blood of the martial world, who can claim innocence?! Between us, there's no right or wrong, only the victor taking all!"

Swish!Swish!
The blade flashed, and two fine heads flew into the air.

The White Bone Prince has fallen!

Old Man withered vines, fallen!

Keng!
Chen Ping'an sheathed his sword. At this moment, apart from Gu Qingchan, no one else in the stone hall had survived.

Golden Light Spear, Ge Yuntao, had already perished before even entering the stone hall. Red Chain Pulse, Yu Wenqiao, died in the aftershocks of their previous battle.

The Devouring Demon, the Withered Vine Elder, and the White Bone Prince all died at his hands.

In addition, the old skeleton, the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Cult, and the master of the Evil Path were defeated in the battle and had already died.

In the end, he emerged victorious in this battle within the secret realm.

Looking around, Chen Ping'an didn't feel much excitement.

Such things happen all the time in the world; they happen today, and they will happen again tomorrow. Today he stood until the very end, but what about tomorrow?
The person who died under this blade might very well be him!
Those who practice martial arts, when faced with perilous situations, should naturally fight bravely and strive to survive, even at the cost of their lives. In a narrow encounter, the brave will prevail! However, when on a smooth path, one should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and always remain cautious and prudent.

Maintain a cautious and prudent approach, and act with courage and diligence.

The path of martial arts requires a down-to-earth attitude and constant vigilance in order to ensure its longevity!
Chen Ping'an's thoughts shifted, and the items belonging to the withered vine old man, the white bone young master, the devouring monster, and others all fell into his hands. He didn't even spare Yu Wenqiao on the other side of the stone hall, taking them all into his possession.

Chen Ping'an's spiritual sensitivity was keen; under his perception, he investigated many things without missing a single detail.

After a long and fierce battle, the moment of victory finally arrived.

But the biggest gain this time wasn't just here, there was also...
Chen Ping'an's gaze shifted and landed on the central stone pillar.

The stone pillar was translucent, as warm and smooth as jade, and as lustrous as amber. It was clearly an extremely rare and precious artifact, and it was this very artifact that allowed the spiritual treasures and elixirs within to withstand the erosion of time.

Whether it's a spiritual object or a elixir, if left for a long time, its medicinal power will inevitably be diminished. Even divine weapons, without timely care and nurturing, will hardly regain their former glory over the course of hundreds or thousands of years.

However, compared to elixirs and spiritual items, divine weapons can undoubtedly be stored for a longer period. Some inherited items, even after being stored for thousands or tens of thousands of years, can still retain eight or nine tenths of their former power.

The jade pillar was sealed very securely, but under Chen Ping'an's methods, it naturally had no ability to resist.

Throughout the process, Chen Ping'an was extremely cautious to prevent any hidden restrictions from being placed.

After a series of actions, the medicinal herbs and spiritual objects sealed within the jade pillar fell into his hands.

"Yin-Yang Dew, Shangqing Pill, Soul-Condensing Jade Liquid!" Chen Ping'an's expression was excited, with a hint of joy mixed in.

Even with his current state of mind, he felt a sense of joy from this experience.

The Yin-Yang Dew, one black and one white, is contained in a crystal jade bottle, blending together as one yet remaining distinct.

The Shangqing Dan is emerald green with silver patterns on its surface and exudes a fresh, herbal fragrance that is refreshing and invigorating.

The Soul-Condensing Jade Liquid is crystal clear, with a strange, translucent luster and a faint iridescent glow.

"May your bowl be overflowing with wealth!"

Chen Ping'an was overjoyed, and his gaze shifted to Gu Qingchan.

At this moment, Gu Qingchan lay flat against the stone wall, her ice-blue dress outlining her flawless, curvaceous figure. Her expression was pale, like an ice lotus swaying precariously in the cold wind, evoking pity.

Four command flags, their fluttering banners, circled around her, protecting her safety.

Whoosh!
With a flash, Chen Ping'an appeared in front of Gu Qingchan, gazing down at the beauty before him.

(End of this chapter)