Da Xuan Martial Saint-Chapter 588 - 352: Killing a Grandmaster with a Flick of a Finger_3
Chapter 588 -352: Killing a Grandmaster with a Flick of a Finger_3
Then, with the flick of a finger, Chen Mu met the descending Spring Autumn Sword without any hesitation. His contact with the blade caused the brilliantly glowing sword to bend suddenly, tremble violently, and fly back even faster than it had come.
Fu Jingyuan and Ji Yuanshan were both dumbfounded for a moment.
“This is impossible!”
A Grandmaster from the Blood Hidden Pavilion, secretly positioned about forty to fifty yards behind Chen Mu, watched this scene with pupils suddenly shrinking in a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Who is Ji Yuanshan?
One of the top Grandmasters in the Cold North, known as Spring Autumn Sword, he had dominated the region for decades with a formidable reputation.
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His strike with the Spring Autumn Sword, where the Sword Qi solidified into threads, was such that even a grandmaster like Fu Jingyuan, if daring to block it directly, would likely be cleaved in half, with no possibility of parrying it head-on.
Chen Mu, merely with a flick of his finger, had not only broken the Sword Silk but had also sent the entire Spring Autumn Sword flying, and did so effortlessly, without causing any disturbance in the surrounding Power of Heaven and Earth, as if relying solely on his physique and Inner Breath Yuan Gang!
Such an inconceivable scene it was.
Even those peerless Grandmasters ranked in the top ten of the global Grandmaster list, who stood above Ji Yuanshan, could not dismiss his attack so lightly, almost devoid of any worldly essence; it resembled more the approach of someone in the Blood Exchange Realm!
The heart of the Grandmaster from the Blood Hidden Pavilion was overwhelmed with shock, but before he could gather his thoughts, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if a tremendous terror was descending upon him, causing his gaze to change drastically.
Not good!
Without a second thought, his entire body hastily moved to retreat backward.
To coordinate with Fu Jingyuan and block Chen Mu’s possible escape routes, he had approached within fifty yards of Chen Mu. Witnessing the previous scene had shaken him to his core, creating ripples in his Qi—under such circumstances, if Chen Mu could not lock onto his position, then the reputed strongest Qiankun Martial Arts would undoubtedly be a joke.
Pfft.
The Grandmaster from Blood Hidden Pavilion turned into a streak of afterimage as he swiftly moved backward, but though his body retreated, a line of blood silently splattered from where he stood, and with a ‘sizzle,’ it stretched over ten yards.
But there was Chen Mu, quietly appearing at the location formerly occupied by the Grandmaster from the Blood Hidden Pavilion, his right hand forming a sword with his fingers, with tips still faintly smeared with blood. He stared indifferently ahead.
“Cough…”
The Grandmaster from Blood Hidden Pavilion stumbled back over ten yards, but could no longer maintain his concealment technique. He fell out of the shadows, coughing up blood violently, then looked down at his chest.
There, at his chest near the heart, a bloody hole pierced through, with blood gushing out and taking his vitality with it.
Even as a Marrow Cleansing Grandmaster who had cultivated his Martial Body, a punctured heart was undoubtedly a fatal wound. Thus, he looked somewhat dazedly at the wound in his chest, then slowly lifted his head to look at Chen Mu far in the distance, his eyes still holding a trace of disbelief, before staggering back two steps and slowly sitting down on the ground, his life force gradually fading.
On the other side,
Seeing Chen Mu shatter the Sword Silk and blow away the Spring Autumn Sword, then in a single move, lock onto and fatally strike the Grandmaster from Blood Hidden Pavilion, breaking his heart, Fu Jingyuan could hardly believe his eyes.
Instinctive fear arose, and he finally realized the problem: no wonder Chen Mu had been so composed all along, even intentionally exposing so many ‘flaws.’ It wasn’t that Chen Mu had any tricks or schemes; he simply feared no assassination!
Flicking away the Spring Autumn Sword with a finger.
Killing the Grandmaster from the Blood Hidden Pavilion in one move.
What kind of power is this?!
“Run.”
Almost instinctively, the thought rose in Fu Jingyuan’s mind. Without further thought, he violently turned around and dashed away into the distance, his heart filled with disbelief.
If it weren’t for the close proximity that allowed him to sense Chen Mu’s breath, which was identical to what he had felt back in Yu County, he would have doubted whether the person before him was some Blood Exchange Realm being, disguising themselves!
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You must know,
Just a year ago, Chen Mu, in Yu County, fought indecisively against the Great Protector of the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion, Situ Shu, and only narrowly managed to kill him.
Back then, although Chen Mu had some strength, he was still nothing more than an ant in Fu Jingyuan’s eyes—one he could kill instantaneously if he wished, had it not been for Hong Fengsheng’s interference that ultimately led him to refrain.
But now,
in just over a year,
Chen Mu was able to kill a Grandmaster of the Blood Hidden Pavilion with one move!
This was utterly inconceivable. Even though Chen Mu’s cultivation progress had been astonishing, it had been prior to the Marrow Cleansing Realm. Like these Grandmasters, who wasn’t a prized genius, a True Disciple, when they were young?
Who didn’t leap to fame in one bound?
Yet Chen Mu, having reached the Wind Cloud List and the Grandmaster level, was still able to achieve such progress, truly unbelievable, and what frightened Fu Jingyuan even more was the implications of Chen Mu’s progress.
Marrow Cleansing Grandmaster,
Qiankun Martial Body!
Easily catching Ji Yuanshan’s Sword Silk and effortlessly killing a Grandmaster of the Blood Hidden Pavilion, there was no doubt that Chen Mu was no longer in the Six Viscera Realm; he had undoubtedly stepped into the Marrow Cleansing Realm and solidified the so-called strongest Qiankun Martial Body!
Since the founding of Da Xuan, he was the tenth Qiankun Grandmaster, and… only thirty-two years old!
The more Fu Jingyuan pondered, the more fear and terror he felt. Among all the Qiankun Grandmasters, there was no one like Chen Mu. Even the Martial Emperor at his young age probably was not his equal. Could it really be the rise of another “Martial Emperor,” whose destiny is unstoppable?!
Puh.
But his thoughts abruptly ceased.
While striving to escape, his body suddenly stumbled and halted.
Fu Jingyuan looked down at his chest, only to see a clear blood hole piercing through, accompanied by blood gushing out, swiftly draining his strength.
With some reluctance, he struggled to turn his head toward the silhouette of Chen Mu; yet Chen Mu hadn’t even come close to him—just from a distance of more than ten yards, with a single pointed finger, the overwhelming power of the finger had smashed his defensive Vigorous, tearing it like paper, and pierced through his heart!
“Heh…”
Fu Jingyuan wanted to say something, but blood gushed from his mouth, cutting off his words.
Finally, unable to hold himself up, he collapsed to the ground. Looking at the silent soil of the Earthly Abyss below, he felt a chilling sensation spreading from the hollow of his chest to all his limbs, the complexity of which was indescribable, until everything fell into darkness and silence.
