Chapter 353: Qi Yuan Beats Old Men and Old Women

Chapter 353: Qi Yuan Beats an Old Man, an Old Woman

A strike with no distinction, falling straight into the mortal realm.

The speed of this punch was not particularly fast, but its power was boundless.

Many of the Yuan Dan elders of the Fighting God Sect were greatly alarmed.

"Demon, he is absolutely a demon!"

"This is aimed at annihilating the sect!"

"Sect Master, slay this beast!"

The Sage Battle Lord, however, was even more stunned.

"Ahhh!"

The spiritual energy on his body poured out as if it cost nothing, and his divine ability, Heavenly Lotus, surged toward the blood-red sky.

In an instant, the heavens became a blend of red and white.

"Whoever dares trespass into the Fighting God Sect shall die!"

"Whoever slanders this god shall be killed without mercy!"

The Ten Kill Overlord Fist was utterly unreasonable.

This punch bore traces of immortal arts and divine abilities, as well as martial techniques.

The killing intent that Ning Tao had concealed and suppressed burst forth at this moment, coalescing into a single fist.

This fist was like a Zerg Queen seeking its kin.

Crack!

The Sage Battle Lord's divine ability shattered directly.

The overwhelming killing intent of the Ten Kill Overlord Fist rushed straight into his eyes and ears.

In an instant, he felt as if he heard wailing ghosts and howling wolves, and seemed to see countless piles of white bones and corpses.

Though the Sage Battle Lord was decisive in killing, he had never witnessed such mountains of bones.

Blood gushed uncontrollably from his ears, mouth, and nostrils.

Now, he no longer resembled a mighty immortal cultivator but rather a frail old mortal man.

His face was filled with disbelief and terror.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

"I am a god, a great god!"

Qi Yuan once again threw out the red certificate.

The Sage Battle Lord was baffled and powerless.

He could not understand why such a powerful and mysterious being would toy with him using a mortal world certificate.

Before he could think further, the terrifying Ten Kill Overlord Fist pierced through his body and crashed into the earth.

Boom!

With one punch, a blood shadow appeared, and killing intent boiled over.

The elders and stewards inside the Fighting God Tower all felt as if the apocalypse had arrived.

"Those who slaughter ten mortals shall die!"

Qi Yuan's voice came at this moment, like the voice of a heavenly god.

Instantly, over ninety-nine percent of the elders, stewards, and disciples of the Fighting God Sect were engulfed in killing intent.

Behind them, a thin layer of blood shadow appeared.

This blood shadow, like a coordinate, attracted the Ten Kill Overlord Fist.

One by one, the bodies of the elders and disciples in the tower shattered like firecrackers.

Even if they exhausted all their magical power, they could not resist, and could only let the fist annihilate them.

Even among the mortals who had not yet joined the sect and had come to seek apprenticeship, eight were killed by the Ten Kill Overlord Fist.

The crowd was shaken, and chaos erupted again.

In just a few breaths, the Fighting God Tower became like a hell, with a dense layer of blood mist rising.

Of the disciples and elders of the Fighting God Sect, fewer than one in a hundred survived.

Qi Yuan stood beneath the blood-red sky, his expression calm, and murmured, "The sects in this game are still a bit weak.

Not as good as the Bright Light Palace; I still have to write essays and scheme carefully.

But the feeling of not having to eat beef is really nice."

At that moment, Qi Yuan's eyes, through his mask, swept over the remaining survivors.

Every ordinary person, and even every cultivator, who met his gaze could not help but feel a sudden shock in their hearts.

The rogue cultivator at the Divine Infant stage outside the blood shadow also trembled violently.

"What realm is this? Purple Mansion? No, it doesn't seem like it. This is not a primordial divine ability.

But if it's not a primordial divine ability, how can it have such power?

The Sage Battle Lord, comparable to a late-stage Divine Infant, couldn't even withstand a single punch."

His mind was in turmoil, filled with shock, confusion, and terror.

The Fighting God Sect, which had been passed down for ten thousand years, was destroyed in an instant.

Then the man in the blood robe spoke, his voice calm but carrying authority and dignity.

"I am a certified god!

If any other immortal sect dares to provoke the majesty of a god like the Fighting God Sect, they will be killed without mercy!"

His voice rolled like thunder, reaching the ears of tens of thousands of ordinary people present, as well as the ears of the rogue cultivators.

Upon hearing this, the Divine Infant rogue cultivator's face froze, and then he muttered bitterly, "Such an overbearing god. Did he destroy the Fighting God Sect to warn us outsiders?"

This Divine Infant rogue cultivator thought a lot.

This "god" was probably a native of the Arch Star.

After emerging from seclusion, he found that many immortal cultivators had appeared on the Arch Star.

To ensure his own authority and dominance,

he struck out boldly and destroyed the Fighting God Sect to establish his power.

As for the sect's name being inappropriate or "psychotic," those were merely excuses.

When such a powerful being acts, there must be deeper meaning behind it.

This was about destroying the Fighting God Sect to warn other sects.

"It seems we immortal cultivators will have to keep a low profile as well."

The divine infant rogue cultivator cast a deep glance here, then his form dissolved and vanished without a trace.

...

Half a day later.

In the great hall, several figures flickered, exuding faint, concealed auras.

The leader, shrouded entirely in a black robe, his face impossible to discern.

"What do you all think of the annihilation of the Divine Combat Sect?"

The black-robed man spoke, his voice hoarse, as he surveyed the surrounding men and women of hidden identities.

These cultivators were divine infant cultivators from the Three Realms.

The destruction of the Divine Combat Sect had stirred the four corners, and they too had roused from their seclusion.

"That man is no cultivator of the Three Realms; he must be a native. His actions are likely meant to establish authority," said a female divine infant, her voice calm and unruffled as still water.

"To establish authority, he wipes out an entire sect? How overbearing!"

"His strength should rival that of a Zifu!"

At these words, the cultivators present all changed expression slightly.

The Zifu realm was nearly the pinnacle of the lower world.

In most cultivation worlds, reaching Zifu meant one could suppress an entire realm.

Beyond that lay the Yin Shen realm, allowing ascension to the upper world.

The Three Realms neighbored each other, exchanging freely.

In the past few millennia, spiritual qi had withered, making Zifu cultivators a legend.

Divine infant was now the peak.

Now, encountering a Zifu, how could they not be alarmed?

"It's a pity about Saint Combat True Lord. If he had brought the sect's supreme treasure to this realm, how could he have been slain by a mere Zifu?" said a man in a green robe, his voice cold and sharp.

The founding patriarchs of their sects were all Yin Shen, having ascended to the upper world.

These patriarchs left behind treasures to protect their sects.

Thus, even facing a Zifu, they had the power to fight.

Facing that ruthless one who destroyed the Divine Combat Sect, they were afraid, yet not afraid.

Of course, they did not know that Saint Combat True Lord had indeed carried a treasure, but had no time to use it.

Even if he had used it, the outcome would not have changed.

"He is, after all, a living Zifu. We must be cautious," said a female cultivator.

The others nodded.

"With him around, our plans... may face some added difficulty," said the black-robed leader, his voice hoarse.

The others fell silent, as if pondering something.

The cultivators of the Three Realms had come to Archstar not to do good deeds and teach immortal arts.

For instance, the dozen or so divine infants present represented ten great sects, whose old ancestors had long since colluded.

"The Overturning Heaven Plan must not fail, and the new world must come into being!" the woman said coldly, her voice laced with killing intent.

The spiritual qi of the Three Realms was increasingly depleted. If this continued, soon even divine infant cultivators might cease to appear.

These dozen or so divine infant cultivators had conferred and devised the Overturning Heaven Plan to change their fate.

Within the Three Realms, there was a vast, empty secret realm called the Overturning Heaven Realm.

The core of the Overturning Heaven Plan was to extract all the spiritual qi from the Three Realms... and from Archstar, channel it into the Overturning Heaven Realm, and thereby create a cultivation world rich in spiritual qi.

This world would be led by their dozen or so sects.

As for the Three Realms and Archstar, they would be sacrifices.

In the Three Realms, they had already laid their groundwork; now they only needed to perfect the arrangements on Archstar before implementation.

Now, with the spiritual qi revival on Archstar, the qi here could not be wasted.

"For now, we must carry out the Overturning Heaven Plan discreetly and avoid provoking him first."

"Yes, the mission is paramount. Let him be arrogant for a while.

In a few hundred years, he will realize how weak and powerless he truly is."

"Anyone who obstructs the Overturning Heaven Plan shall be killed without mercy!"

The divine infant cultivators present reached a consensus.

They decided to temporarily let Qi Yuan be.

Once everything was fully prepared, they would move against Qi Yuan.

The body of a Zifu cultivator should make excellent fertilizer, enriching the spiritual qi of the Overturning Heaven Realm considerably.

At that moment, a female cultivator with a curvaceous figure spoke: "The Heavenly Origin Stone of the Heavenly Origin Sect seems to have sensed our Overturning Heaven Plan.

Lately, they have been beseeching the Archstar royal family to establish the Revolving Heavenly Origin Array, precisely to probe for more information."

In truth, this was a misunderstanding.

The Heavenly Origin Sect had detected a crisis on Archstar, but not the Overturning Heaven Plan.

Yet she believed it was about them.

"The Heavenly Origin Sect... is somewhat troublesome. This True Lord has a planted agent within the sect, who has relayed a crucial piece of news.

The Heavenly Origin Sect has already communicated with their patriarch in the upper world. That patriarch is quite interested in Archstar, and in about a hundred years, their patriarch will descend."

"What? A Yin Shen descending?"

Those present felt a heavy weight in their hearts, shaken.

After all, they possessed their patriarchs' treasures, enough to deal with a Zifu.

But before a Yin Shen, all schemes and tricks seemed fragile and laughable.

"According to my information, in as little as a hundred years, or at most two hundred, that patriarch of the Heavenly Origin Sect will descend to the lower world!"

"Is the information accurate?"

"Absolutely certain. My planted agent..."

"It seems we must complete the Overturning Heaven Plan within a hundred years!"

...

The annihilation of the Divine Combat Sect caused an uproar.

Especially since that old ancestor of the Divine Combat Sect had once single-handedly held up the Divine Combat Tower, shocking the world.

Yet he was killed with a single punch by a mysterious powerhouse who inexplicably held a mental illness certificate.

Not only that, but the entire Divine Combat Sect was also mercilessly wiped out.

The world was shocked.

The mentally ill, already superior, became even more exalted; all who saw them dared not provoke them.

The clamor of the world was startled by the annihilation of the Dou Shen Sect.

All who propped up the stars felt for the first time the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world, where entire families were wiped out at the slightest provocation.

And the "Send Grandpa Network" with its motto "Spread love to the world, bring warmth to mankind" was in full swing.

Countless vials of blood were sent to Tianyue.

Qi Yuan was also selecting those with affinity, sending them a grandfather or a grandmother.

As for those without affinity, Qi Yuan was not stingy.

He directly recorded his voice.

"Granddaughter, Grandpa is with you."

"Grandson, Grandpa is still here."

Anyone who clicked into the Send Grandpa Network and sent blood would receive these two recordings on their phone.

As for why he didn't send them separately based on gender, it was because Qi Yuan did not assume others' gender.

What if this male body smelled nice, had soft hands, and was a sissy boy?

In one year, the Send Grandpa Network flourished and then quickly fell silent.

After all, those who could send had already sent.

Those who didn't want to send, Qi Yuan did not force.

Anyway, with so many people, his Divine Infant could always find grandsons and granddaughters.

Moreover, in the world where that Ancestor resided, there were many dead Ancestors waiting for him to "resurrect."

The Divine Infant was a bit insufficient.

In just a few years, the Send Grandpa Network vanished without a trace and was gradually forgotten.

After all, most people only got Qi Yuan's customized voice messages and five hundred bucks.

They had no idea what the Send Grandpa Network was really for.

Those who obtained a "grandfather" or "grandmother" were overjoyed and went into hiding.

How many years had passed since the crabapple rain? The pear blossoms turned white season after season; who knows how many years had passed in the human world.

On Gongxing, ordinary people increasingly accepted the existence of immortal cultivators.

The Immortal Cultivation Alliance was established, and cultivation academies were built one after another.

As for martial arts, it became a niche.

One martial arts school after another closed down, replaced by some scattered immortal cultivation halls.

Even though martial artists were in decline, the Martial Arts Tournament was still held.

However, the participants were mostly old men, people abandoned by the times.

They had no talent for the immortal path but stubbornly clung to the passion of their youth.

The Martial Arts Tournament had completely gone from niche to the niche of niches.

Each final match had few spectators buying tickets.

The tournament matches were also jokingly called "Punching the Nursing Home" by some.

Because, for years, the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament had always been one person.

His name was Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan, the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament, also had a title: "The Old People's Slayer."

As time swiftly passed, Qi Yuan's opponents in the tournament grew old.

The young all went to study the immortal path; no one lingered for martial arts.

Martial arts became the preserve of the elderly.

Every Martial Arts Tournament, Qi Yuan fought old men or old women.

The champion was a foregone conclusion—it was always Qi Yuan.

How could those old men and old women be a match for Qi Yuan?

The Martial Arts Tournament fell completely silent, and the spiritual energy on Gongxing grew denser.

But the undercurrents also surged more fiercely.

And all this had nothing to do with Qi Yuan.

Because at that moment, Qi Yuan was completing a mission in the World of Death Qi.

In the World of Death Qi, Qi Yuan had also made a name for himself, called the "Blood-Robe Madman."

Hmm, somewhat similar to the previous Blood-Robe Sword God.

Why was he called the Blood-Robe Madman? Because every time he entered a mission world, he was first taken away by the mission target, then began slaughtering demons.

He ran all over the world, killing demons everywhere.

This made those who carried out missions alongside Qi Yuan both happy and worried.

Happy because they didn't have to do the mission themselves; they could just treat it as a sightseeing trip.

Worried because they didn't know when the Blood-Robe Madman would finish exterminating the demons in the mission world; they estimated they would have to stay a long time before leaving.

After all, in one mission world, the number of demons was far too many; the Blood-Robe Madman took a full five years to kill them all.

That also made those people wait five years.

One mission taker even had a child in the mission world.

At this moment, in the mission world.

Inside a great mountain, the forest was lush, fir trees stood straight, and many needles fell.

Ahead lay a cemetery, as if no one came to pay respects.

But this cemetery was very clean, clearly there was a caretaker who often cleaned it.

At that moment, a young man in a green robe yawned, looking relaxed, eating a watermelon and muttering under his breath.

"I've been guarding the tomb for three years, why hasn't anyone come to worship?

If no one worships, how can I slaughter his entire family?"

(End of chapter)