"Come all at once; I'll deal with you together."
Ling Feng looked at the warriors of the six great kingdoms before him, a calm smile on his face, his demeanor relaxed, as if he regarded them as nothing.
Hearing his words, the gathered warriors frowned.
"This boy is a bit too arrogant, isn't he?"
"Indeed, does he think just because he reached Martial Saint level and has the Martial Dao Sacred Body that he can act without restraint? Does he really think he's invincible?"
"Exactly, I'd like to see just how strong he really is!"
"Why would we all need to attack at once? Even one by one, he won't last!"
Whoosh!
A man wielding a large black saber stepped up to Ling Feng.
"I am Zhang from the Great Jin Dynasty…"
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Feng punched.
"No need to say who you are—defeated enemies don't interest me."
Boom!!
The powerful fist shattered the void.
The man quickly raised his saber to block, but the clash of power left his hands numb, and he was forced to retreat.
Meanwhile, Ling Feng remained floating in the air, his white robe fluttering, as composed and at ease as ever.
"I'll take him on!"
Another Martial Saint stepped forward, wielding a sword. His sword aura blazed like wildfire, his strike descending on Ling Feng like a burning sun.
Unfazed, Ling Feng brought his fingers together, condensing his sword energy.
With the Ethereal Sword Technique!
Sword energy swept out like a mountain range, splitting the sun-like sword aura in two and sending the Martial Saint flying.
"Damn!"
"What's going on with this guy? Why does it feel like he's getting stronger the more he fights?!"
The Martial Saints' eyes widened.
They could sense that, despite the continuous battles, Ling Feng was not weakening; rather, his fighting spirit grew stronger, and so did his power.
Only Ling Feng himself knew that his Battle Heart was kicking in.
"Come on, let's continue!"
"Let me see what the Martial Saints of the six great kingdoms are really made of," Ling Feng said with a grin, his right hand resting on his Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword.
Since the start of the fight, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword had yet to leave its scabbard.
And yet, his sword aura had already reached the heavens and resonated across the land!
Knowing his strength, the surrounding warriors felt immense pressure.
"Continue the wheel battle!"
"Right! We can't believe he has unlimited true energy!"
The Martial Saints refrained from attacking all at once, maintaining a basic level of dignity by taking him on one by one.
But unfortunately…
Ordinary Martial Saints were no match for Ling Feng. He defeated one after another, and in less than half an hour, he had won ten consecutive battles!
In other words, he had won ten cities for Great Zhou!
The other kingdoms' Martial Saints looked as if they were about to explode in frustration.
"You're all no match for him. Let me handle this!"
At that moment, a calm voice sounded.
An elderly, white-haired figure stepped forward, dressed in a white robe. Although his aura did not seem particularly powerful, just his presence made everyone's heart skip a beat.
"Old Qian Saint is making a move now?"
"Tsk, tsk. With Old Qian Saint in the fight, that boy is as good as defeated!"
"Indeed!"
Behind Ling Feng, the Sky Split Sword Saint shouted, "Be careful, Ling Feng! This Old Qian Saint is the top Martial Saint of the Great Qian Dynasty. He has reached the level of Great Saint, a pinnacle among Martial Saints. Don't underestimate him."
A Great Saint…
Beyond Martial Saint's ninth level lies a state between Martial Saint and Martial Emperor: the Great Saint!
A Great Saint is far stronger than an ordinary Saint.
Hearing this, Ling Feng's interest was piqued, and his fighting spirit grew even more intense.
"Little one, you are very strong and talented. If you're willing to join the Great Qian Dynasty, I promise that all the conquered lands from Great Zhou will belong to you!" Old Qian Sage offered, making no immediate move.
The onlookers were taken aback by his words.
How remarkable—despite Ling Feng's provocations, Old Qian Sage restrained his temper and even tried to recruit him.
Hearing this, Ling Feng smiled warmly. "Did water get into your brain? Or are you just getting senile?"
What a joke!
The six kingdoms had allied to bully Great Zhou.
As a warrior of Great Zhou, how could he betray his country?
Old Qian Sage's proposal, though polite, was an insult to Ling Feng, placing him in a position of disloyalty.
Old Qian Sage's brow twitched in irritation.
The man looked like a celestial being with an ethereal temperament.
But his words were infuriating!
"Fine, fine!"
"Well, Ling Feng, since you don't appreciate kindness, don't blame me if today, this genius will perish here!" Old Qian Sage declared as he stepped forward, releasing an overwhelming aura that far surpassed any Martial Saint Ling Feng had encountered before.
"Within three punches, I will have you defeated!" Old Qian Sage said coldly.
He clenched his fist and struck toward Ling Feng.
The first punch shook the heavens and the earth!
The punch was fierce and unstoppable, like a meteor crashing down!
Ling Feng met it with his own punch, unleashing his Chaotic World Overlord Fist. The clash rippled through the air, sending waves across the void.
Old Qian Sage immediately followed up.
"Take my second punch! Overturn Heaven and Earth!"
With a roar, Old Qian Sage struck again, as if to overturn heaven and earth.
The surrounding space seemed to lose balance under the force.
Some of the Martial Saints felt their scalps tingle under the oppressive aura.
Ling Feng, unfazed, focused his sword energy. He unleashed the Ethereal Sword Technique, transforming the energy of all creation into a powerful, ultimate sword strike.
Sword and fist clashed, sending shockwaves through the heavens. Clouds within a hundred miles scattered in retreat.
"Good, now take this third punch, if you can!"
Old Qian Sage channeled his true energy to its peak.
A mix of black and white energy appeared on his fist, embodying the power of Yin and Yang!
"Heaven and Earth Reversal, Yin-Yang Disorder, One Punch to Shatter the Heaven!"
Boom!!
The interwoven black and white energy formed a Tai Chi symbol, pressing down with an unstoppable force.
The very sky seemed to collapse.
Most Martial Saints would despair in the face of this, closing their eyes and waiting for death.
But Ling Feng's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, his power surging as his Battle Heart drove him to new heights. True energy flooded out like a tidal wave.
Behind him, a massive figure rose!
It was the Immortal King Form!!
The massive figure radiated divine light, resembling an Immortal King descending to the mortal world. It clenched its fist and struck.
As the two punches collided, the heavens trembled like never before.
The ground collapsed, and fine cracks spread across the void.
In the dust and smoke...
A white-robed figure stood in the sky, his posture serene, with the towering form of the Immortal King behind him, awe-inspiring. It was Ling Feng!
He had withstood all three punches from the Great Saint without a scratch!
Looking at Old Qian Sage, he smiled calmly, "Old man, forget three punches. Even thirty or three hundred—what could you do to me?"
With that, he took a step forward and launched his first attack!
Seeing this, Old Qian Sage's expression changed as he quickly raised his fists to counter.
Bang! Bang! Bang!