High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 366 - 298: Refusing the Martial Saint Again, the Second Human Great Sage!

Chapter 366: Chapter 298: Refusing the Martial Saint Again, the Second Human Great Sage!

After the first scream echoed from the top floor of the New World building behind, the club fell into chaos. Passersby on the street outside the club paused and looked up at the top floor.

Su Mu did not look back; he calmly stopped a taxi by the roadside.

"Driver, please head to the nearest suburbs."

Su Mu leaned back relaxedly on the rear seat, rolled down the car window halfway, and watched the skyscrapers and surging crowds flash past. His mind grew increasingly calm.

This time, he didn’t deliberately hide his identity; he simply used spiritual power to block the surveillance around the club and break the ones inside.

He almost openly killed Sima Xie.

Su Mu wasn’t worried about anyone reporting to the police.

There was no point in reporting it, even if someone guessed it was him, as there were no witnesses or evidence.

Even if, by a slim chance, all the evidence was conclusive.

So what?

Didn’t the Sima Family live gloriously and lavishly for these past decades?

Su Mu’s eyes flickered; he had a deeper understanding of this High Martial World, where the rules are made by the strong and are favorable to them.

Although there’s no written provision in the laws of this world, there is indeed a law of special privileges in practice.

A grandmaster’s killing...

Is not judged by the same standards as commoners!

Although Su Mu is not yet in the Grandmaster Realm, he can kill ordinary grandmasters as easily as slaughtering chickens or dogs, taking things from a bag, and can crush a Three Forging Grandmaster with a single punch. No one would consider him just a Sixth Level Martial Artist anymore. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Since it is so, he can also enjoy this law of privilege.

In the High Martial World, fists are the truth.

After the Great Sage, the reason the Martial Saint stands above all is not due to morals, nor reputation, but simply because they are among those with the greatest fists in this world.

Fist is... power!

The truth is only within the range of the fist, and dignity is only on the edge of a blade!

Su Mu glanced at the time; it was nearly half an hour since he left Celestial Cloud Mountain, and the broadcast had not resumed, or rather, after Sima Lin died, there was no intention to resume the broadcast at the mountain top.

The Sima Family and Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall’s influence covers the Northwest Desert land.

The news was likely already spreading among various forces at Celestial Cloud Mountain’s top, but the public’s eyes were still obscured. Yet, whether the Sima Family or Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall wishes to send people for revenge, it will take time.

Moreover, they probably won’t send too many people for revenge openly but will dispatch a few strong individuals.

These individuals may be grandmasters, or even great grandmasters.

"It doesn’t matter."

"I killed Sima Lin, and I killed Sima Xie. Killing one is killing, and killing two is still killing..."

"Next, as long as the Sima Family and Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall send someone, I will kill whoever comes."

"It’s just right to use this to test my current true strength."

"But before that, I need to return to Miaomiao and the others, otherwise my heart won’t be at ease."

Su Mu must race against time.

Quickly, the taxi stopped, and Su Mu got off. After the taxi drove away, a red light shot out amidst the howling wind.

...

The phone vibrated.

It showed an unknown incoming call, a low voice of an elder from South China Saint Martial University came from the other end.

"Su Mu, the Martial Saint graciously descended a projection at Celestial Cloud Mountain for you, to deter the forces there... The two letters have not yet reached the Martial Saint’s hands."

"So... you still have one final choice now. This is the last chance."

"The location of Sima Xie has already been sent to you. You just need to complete the trial, and there is still a chance to turn everything around."

"Qingfeng Martial Saint will announce formally taking you as a disciple today. Once you become a Martial Saint Disciple, all your current troubles will resolve easily..."

The voice on the other end coaxed softly for the final persuasion.

Su Mu racing forward chuckled lightly, then calmly said, "Elder, please thank Qingfeng Martial Saint for me."

"But, I do not regret my current choice."

"Do you remember what I said at the foot of the mountain?"

"With a clear conscience..."

At this moment, Su Mu turned the conversation and asked a question.

"Elder, when you step into South China Saint Martial University, what do you see first?"

What will you see?

The elder at South China Saint Martial University looked out the window, and simultaneously, a crimson streak was hastily traversing the mountains heading towards the campus of South China Saint Martial University.

At this moment.

Both, from different positions and heights, laid their eyes on the same place, seeing the same scene.

In their gaze...

Stood a towering and imposing giant statue, but its features are unclear.

That is South China Saint Martial University, representing the majesty and will of Qingfeng Martial Saint, a Martial Saint statue.

"Su Mu, mind your words... what is it you truly wish to say..." The voice from the other end of the phone began to tremble.

"On the day of the selection, Governor Sikong Zhi handed the two letters to me, and since that moment, I had a thought."

"If one day I, Su Mu, have the fortune to become a Ninth Level Martial Artist, I must shatter the tower built by fear..."

"By then, everyone will chant Su Mu’s true name!"

With that, the call was terminated.

The elder stood there, his expression frozen in terror, momentarily at a loss.

If one day I, Su Mu, have the fortune to become a Ninth Level Martial Artist, I must shatter the tower built by fear...

By then, everyone will chant Su Mu’s true name!

The words Su Mu just spoke lingered in the elder’s mind and echoed in his ear.

The elder gulped a mouthful of water, and in the air beside him distorted there stood a translucent pale green figure.

"Martial Saint... Su Mu, he..." The elder came to his senses, his scalp tingling as he spoke.

The pale green figure’s body flowed with a gentle breeze, waving a hand, a calm man’s voice was heard.

"If he wishes not, then so be it."

The elder opened his mouth to say something, but cold sweat was pouring, eventually lowering his head slightly, not daring to speak further. The words Su Mu just said were simply outrageous.

"Truth be told, I haven’t seen such an interesting martial junior in a long time. Someone once said he is a lot like me, but no two flowers are ever the same. He is different from me..."

"He has his own path to walk, just as he said, with a clear conscience..."

The elder showed a sign of disbelief; for a Martial Saint to find someone "interesting" and acknowledge their similarity is a remarkable compliment.

"As fate will have it, he has chosen this path himself, though with some interference from me, let someone protect his family and friends."

"Let Qingli go for a visit."

Hearing this, the complex expression on the elder’s face turned into joy. He was just about to try his best for Su Mu, but he didn’t expect the Martial Saint himself to propose it.

"The Martial Saint is wise."

The pale green figure no longer spoke, leaving with the wind, merging into the towering Martial Saint statue without anyone noticing as a breeze blew past.

Ah------

After the Martial Saint Illusion left, the elder took a long sigh, feeling that Qingfeng Martial Saint valued Su Mu highly, or else he wouldn’t have given Su Mu a second chance.

Su Mu’s words might have been offensive, but it didn’t provoke anger; instead, someone would protect Su Mu’s family.

The Martial Saint has done his utmost for Su Mu.

Taking a deep breath.

The elder looked at the statue outside the window that pierced the clouds, overlooking the earth, appearing eternal and indestructible. His face showed a mixed expression with a hint of hope.

"Shatter the tower..."

"Can anyone truly achieve that?"

"If someone can truly do it, it would be the second... Human Great Sage."

...

In a hidden, deep place among clouds.

An old man with an ethereal and calm demeanor slowly opened his eyes, his face showing an "as expected" expression.

"Wind Rule."

"Rule of Fire."

"There is no match; the figure seen in the previous black fog should not be him..."

"Yet, he is an interesting junior."

The elder’s eyes were deep, falling into deep thought, as the breeze lifted his robe, sleeves rolled up, revealing a withered-looking arm.

On that dry, wrinkled skin, traces of black air seemed to linger.