Transmigration begins with archery training

The soldiers of Hongze Camp were excited to an unprecedented degree.

Wang Zhi's face contorted in a ferocious grimace, as if also affected by the black mist, and he roared:

"Hongze Camp!"

"charge!"

"kill--"

Five thousand!

Eight thousand!

Ten thousand people!

Slay the enemy, break through ten thousand!

In the end, the enemy's blood crashed against his protective aura, almost forming a wall of blood. Chen Sanshi had long forgotten how many people he had killed, only that his vision was getting narrower and narrower until only the altar on the mountaintop remained.

His Liquan Spear surged with battle intent and boundless killing intent, destroying everything in its path, whether living beings or inanimate objects!

Five miles!

Two miles!

One hundred steps!

at last!

Under the watchful eyes of the four barbarian Khans.

Under the terrified gazes of the three barbarian martial saints.

Under the astonished gaze of the high priest of the sorcerer's cult.

Dressed in white, wielding two long spears, stepping over a river of blood, and filled with boundless fighting spirit, he ascended to the mountaintop!

There was an eerie silence before the altar!

They just...

What did you see?!

One man in white robes, slaying over ten thousand enemies!

Not only did they kill over ten thousand enemies!

Moreover, he fought his way to the altar unharmed!

Never before in history has there been a record of so many enemies being killed.

But it's not impossible.

After all, the world is vast and boundless.

Emperor Taizu Cao Xie might be able to do it.

Perhaps even the legendary figure who is considered the greatest martial arts master of all time could achieve this.

The reason this didn't happen in actual combat is firstly because it's simply impossible to kill that many people; any army would collapse and be utterly defeated, and there would be no opportunity to kill so many people face-to-face. Secondly, no top-tier combatant would risk exhausting themselves and letting others reap the benefits.

but!

This white-robed figure, possessing the power of a Martial Saint, could not only kill over ten thousand enemies, but also...

There are no signs of exhaustion!

That's right!

He's not exhausted yet!

Tuoba Junfeng and the others witnessed firsthand how he fought his way from the foot of the mountain to the top in less than two hours. Their initial hope of wearing him down completely vanished.

Even someone made of iron should be exhausted when there are four to five thousand people around, which is still within the realm of understanding.

A kill that wiped out ten thousand men!

What does that mean?!

Why is there such a huge difference between the two martial saints?

"The time it takes to drink the last cup of tea."

The High Priest of the Witch God Cult maintained the formation and commanded the Martial Saints in front: "Aren't you going to stop him? Or do you need my help?!"

To his surprise.

The three martial saints were not intimidated, but instead took the initiative to meet them.

They were indeed shocked, but not afraid; what they felt was only resentment and confusion.

He devoted his life to martial arts.

What we see today has almost completely shattered the martial arts concept they had previously built.

The three of them couldn't understand how someone could do something like that.

Again.

Those who achieve the Martial Saint realm all possess their own pride.

When someone takes away that pride, life doesn't matter so much to them anymore.

"I do not believe!"

"I don't believe it!"

The martial saint wielding the giant hammer looked utterly devastated, his voice trembling with a frantic sob: "I have practiced martial arts for forty-eight years, and what I have seen and heard today is unlike anything I have ever seen before!"

"Yes!"

The Martial Saint, wielding a spear, also unleashed all his true energy, stepping forward with a death-defying resolve: "If I retreat today, what face will I have left to call myself a Martial Saint!"

Tuoba Junfeng remained silent.

But suddenly, the sword at his waist was drawn from its sheath.

His murderous intent was palpable!

"Keng——"

Suddenly.

Three martial saints.

Armed with the martial arts skills they had honed throughout their lives, they unleashed a full-force attack, charging towards the white-robed figure before them.

Respond to them.

A dragon's roar pierced the black mist!

"boom--"

When the dust settles.

Only three figures were seen, kneeling and dying.

A figure in white robes stepped out from among them, carrying a Liquan spear, imbued with tsunami-like true energy and the battle intent accumulated from slaying over ten thousand enemies, and slowly approached the High Priest of the Witch God Cult on the altar.

The high priest of the Witch God Cult, with magical power flowing in his pupils, could see through the cultivation level of the person before him.

The first realm of martial arts, the perfect transcendence of the mortal realm.

According to previous intelligence, this person should have been in the mid-stage of the Transcendent Realm, but he was able to break through to the late stage of the Transcendent Realm in such a short time. Even among martial artists in the cultivation world, this is an astonishing achievement.

Fortunately, they did not reach the second realm.

In other words.

It's still equivalent to the mid-stage of Qi Refining; he's no match for her.

See this.

The high priest of the Witch God Cult breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He was before.

The formation must be maintained at all times.

Unable to leave the area within three zhang of the altar, otherwise he would have taken action himself long ago.

But since they've come to us of their own accord, there's nothing more to say.

"Om-"

They watched as the other side drew ever closer to the altar.

A crimson pattern appeared on the High Priest of the Witch God Cult's brow, from which a red light emerged, hovering before him and radiating powerful magic.

It was a dagger.

But it is not made of metal.

Instead, it was carved from bare bones.

The bone knife is hollow in the middle, and its surface is inscribed with ancient characters that resemble patterns.

The words on it lit up one after another until they filled the bone knife, making it shine brightly. Under the influence of magic, it hummed continuously, and even from a distance, several strong men could feel the chilling aura contained within it.

This bone knife.

It is the natal magic weapon of the High Priest of the Witch God Cult!

Killing a Transcendent Martial Cultivator is more than enough!

He watched the white-robed figure rushing towards the altar, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to cast a spell.

Eighty steps!

Sixty steps!

Chen Sanshi's speed increased, from a sprint to a mad dash, and then from a mad dash to a blur. With each step forward, his unparalleled fighting spirit increased, and his true energy accumulated more deeply.

[Peerless]

[Storing Gas]

【Diamond Body】

【Primordial Protection】

[True Dragon Aura]

And so on.

At this moment, it reaches its peak!

The man in white robes also arrived before the altar and leaped up. He merged with the Liquan Spear, and with his true energy surging, he shook off layers of black mist and repelled the rolling red light. A true dragon descended from the heavens.

In an instant.

The speed of time.

Suddenly it slowed down.

Not even close!

Just a little bit more!

In the world of immortality.

A realm can take years or even decades to reach, and the accumulation involved goes without saying. If one could easily cross realms to kill enemies, wouldn't all those years of training have been for nothing?

Moreover, although the bodies of magic cultivators are fragile, the killing moves they unleash are in no way weaker than those of body cultivators.

Even now, after accumulating energy.

Even with the combined fighting spirit of slaying tens of thousands, it was still just a little short.

"Om-"

On the altar.

The high priest of the Witch God Cult also completed the hand seals.

The bone blade burst forth, transforming into a blood-red meteor that crashed down upon the true dragon flying from the sky.

Until this very moment!

The magical energy fluctuations of this red meteor were still slightly stronger than those of a true dragon.