High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

At the foot of the mountain, Lin Zhao stood behind a low wall, looking up at the figure in the sky.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the low wall, her heart pounded, and she prayed silently.

"We must win, we must win..."

She saw the young man pass through the encirclement of eighteen tentacles unscathed, saw him cleave through the defenses of a fifth-tier beast king with a single strike, and saw him hovering in the moonlight, like a god of death descending from the heavens.

He was so young, while she, at that age, was still learning how to survive in front of a Tier 2 Ironclad Shark.

At the entrance of the cave, Old Zhou was helped out.

His mental power allowed him to sense the figure in the sky.

But he had never seen such a person before, a third-tier fighter against a fifth-tier fighter, breaking through the opponent's defense with a single strike.

"The new generation surpasses the old..."

Old Zhou laughed; he hadn't laughed like that in many years.

In the sky, Song Chen's eyes were fixed on the Abyssal Sea Monster. Its wounds were healing. The recovery ability of a fifth-tier beast king far exceeded that of a fourth-tier beast king. Dark red spiritual energy liquid flowed from the gaps in the surrounding armor plates into the wound, and a new layer of bone was rapidly forming.

Song Chen didn't give it time to heal before charging down with his knife.

All of the siren's tentacles shot upwards at the same time.

This time, it no longer tried to surround and kill, but instead wove a shield with its tentacles to completely protect the top of its most vulnerable sac.

Eighteen tentacles intertwined in layers, suckers facing outwards, and all the keratinous teeth spread out, like a wall covered with teeth.

Song Chen did not change direction, and the Heavenly Blade slashed out again.

This time it wasn't a compression of the blade's energy, but a release.

With all its might, the Thunderous Roar of the Nine Heavens unleashed purple lightning that exploded from the blade, weaving a lightning net in the air with a diameter of over forty meters.

A net of lightning covered the shield woven from tentacles, and electric arcs leaped between the tentacles, charring and curling the suckers and horny teeth.

The tentacles twitched violently in the lightning, and gaps appeared in the woven shield.

Song Chen slipped through the gap.

Another slash landed on the top of the bag, in the same spot.

The bone-like nail plate at the wound site has not fully healed, and the newly formed nail plate is thinner than the original one.

The blade's edge tore through the newly formed armor plates, ripped open the underlying soft tissue, and opened the channels through which the psionic liquid flowed.

Dark red blood gushed from the wound, resembling a reversed waterfall in the moonlight.

The abyssal siren's tentacles lashed wildly towards its head, not caring whether it would hurt itself. All eighteen tentacles struck the top of the sac simultaneously, with enough force to flatten a small mountain.

Song Chen left before the tentacles closed in, his toes tapping three times on one of the tentacles that lashed out, each time hitting the point where the tentacle's power was exhausted.

After using the air three times, he had risen to a height of 100 meters.

The abyssal siren's tentacles lashed against its own body, the sound of its bony armor shattering echoing throughout, until it whipped itself into a bloody mess.

Song Chen hovered in the air, looking down at the giant beast writhing in agony.

He didn't rush to attack. The fifth-tier beast king had extremely strong vitality. Although those two strikes had broken through its defenses, they were far from fatal.

He needed to find the core, so he activated his Illusionary Eyes at full power, his gaze piercing through the abyssal sea monster's sac, through the muscle layer, and through the flow channels of the spiritual energy liquid.

He saw three huge clusters of nerve tissue, which, like its direct blood vessels, were located in the upper, middle, and lower parts of the cyst.

However, the nerve center of a fifth-tier beast king is more than ten times larger than that of a fourth-tier beast king. Each of its lumps is the size of a millstone and is surrounded by a thick layer of bone for protection.

The three nerve centers are connected by thick nerve bundles. If any one of them is destroyed, the other two can still maintain the body's basic functions.

Only by destroying all three clusters simultaneously, or by severing the nerve bundles first and then destroying them one by one, can it be truly killed.

Song Chen sheathed the knife and then closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again very quickly.

The Heavenly Blade was drawn once more.

This time, there was no lightning on the blade. He contained all the power of the Nine Heavens Thunderclap and merged it with his blood and qi.

Golden blood energy and purple lightning fused together inside the blade, transforming into a dark gold color he had never used before.

A dark golden light emanated from the blade, not dazzling, but possessing a chilling quality.

The power of the master-level swordsmanship was unleashed to its fullest extent at this moment.

The abyssal siren sensed the threat of the attack, and fear appeared simultaneously in its three vertical pupils. All its tentacles ceased their attack and retracted, wrapping itself into an impenetrable sphere.

The bony plates folded out from the gaps on the surface of the capsule, adding another layer of defense to the outside of the sphere.

It has stopped attacking and is now on the defensive.

Song Chen's knife landed on the sphere.

The dark golden blade of light did not explode, tear apart, or make any sound; it simply sank down, like a piece of red-hot iron falling into the snow.

The bone plates melted silently under the dark golden blade light, the tentacles broke silently, and the capsule split open silently.

The blade's light traveled downwards, passing through the first layer of defense, the second layer, and the third layer.

Then it touched the first nerve center.

The abyssal siren's body suddenly stiffened, and all eighteen tentacles stretched straight out at the same time, with all the suckers opening and all the keratinous teeth popping out.

The blade continued downwards, severing the nerve bundles connecting the three nerve centers, then engulfing the second nerve center, followed by the third.

The tentacles of the abyss shattered from their tips.

It wasn't a breakage, it was a disintegration. Bone plates peeled off the capsule, psionic fluid gushed from the ruptured blood vessels, and muscle tissue dissolved in seawater.

Its massive body began to collapse from the inside, like a building whose foundation had been removed.

[A Tier 5 alien beast has been killed, gaining 20147 kill points.]

Song Chen emerged from the collapsed corpses, his body covered in dark red spiritual energy liquid, and the blade of the Tianjun Blade still retained a dark golden light.

He landed on the sea, standing on a broken piece of bone armor, panting heavily.

The battle just now, though brief, almost exhausted his vital energy and mental strength.

Fortunately, the Abyss Siren died, and the fifth-tier Beast King died just like that.

On the shore, Lin Zhaosong loosened the low wall, her fingers leaving five white marks on the stone.

Old Zhou was supported by two people as he stood at the entrance of the cave.

He used his spiritual power to sense the collapsing corpse of the abyssal sea monster. For thirty-two years, he had taught the sea creatures navigation on this island.

He changed the parameters of the critical value formula, he drew up a nautical chart of the entire sea area, he accumulated seaweed toxins for thirty years, and he built a ship hidden beneath the coral reef.

He had planned everything out, but he never found the person who could actually do it.

Now that person is standing on the sea, covered in blood, holding a knife in his hand.

Old Zhou's lips moved, and the person supporting him lowered their head and heard him say something.

The sound was very soft, like a sigh.

Thirty-two years have passed.

"Thanks."