In front of the wall of the Daxuan Palace, the Seventh Prince, dressed in a blood-stained robe, had a head of black hair that was rapidly dyed with white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye. Combined with the snowflakes drifting all over the sky, it looked particularly appropriate.

His eyes were clear, as if he had been sleeping for a long time and just woke up. He threw away the red-robed Martial Saint who was sucked dry in front of him, and swept his cold eyes across the corpses on the ground and across the Imperial City of Daxuan.

"How many years?"

"I have almost forgotten how long it has been since I last saw the snow scene in the Great Xuan Palace."

"Mother concubine!"

"Brother, sister!"

The Seventh Prince, with white hair and a blood-red robe, and clear eyes, at this moment, a violent aura rose from his body into the sky. It was not that he had stepped into the realm of a martial saint, but he was still in the realm of a grandmaster, but he had become even stronger!
He walked towards the other Martial Saints around him.

Step by step!
With every step he takes, the energy in his body becomes stronger.

“What’s going on!?”

"Grandmaster!"

"He is just a Grandmaster, how could he kill Chi Xuan, a Martial Saint! What happened just now?"

The martial saints looked at each other and kept retreating, with uncontrollable fear in their eyes.

If the man in front of him was not the seventh prince of Daxuan, a native of Daxuan, and everything had a traceable path, he would probably think that the man in front of him was an immortal.

The immortals in those holy lands are also able to disguise themselves as grand masters and walk around in the human world as grand masters.

As for the immortals, they have been imprisoned in the holy land for too many years, and they almost have fear in their bones.

"I'm not a fairy!"

"rest assured!"

"But, even so, I am not an immortal, and none of you should think about leaving here alive. The next king of Daxuan should be me."

"And you are wreaking havoc in my imperial city, which makes me very unhappy. Before I rush to the underworld, please join me in entering it."

The Seventh Prince was smiling, but his smile was particularly cold.

next moment.

There was a loud sound of swords.

In the Seventh Prince's mansion, a scarlet sword traveled hundreds of miles across countless palaces and landed steadily in his hands.

He raised the blade of the red sword in his hand.

moment.

The wind blows.

There are also snowflakes falling all over the sky.

next moment.

This gentle sword wind instantly raged here like a raging storm, and a gluttonous beast woke up, opened its huge mouth, and swept away all the human martial saints present.

Thanks to the rampage of these seven martial saints, the entire imperial city has been deserted. Except for a few living people, the rest of the imperial city is dead.

This war can also prevent the deaths of many innocent people.

"what happened!"

"There's something wrong with this wind..."

"wrong!"

"Too weird! What kind of trick is this? This wind is actually devouring my martial saint essence and my impermeable body."

The six Martial Saints present all changed their expressions and became frightened.

At this moment, they finally knew why the Red Robe Martial Saint died at the hands of the Seventh Prince.

Even from a long distance, he can swallow blood and take away the air!

This is incredible.

It would be fine if they were all ordinary grandmasters, but they were a group of Martial Saints. Their Martial Saint essence and blood were easily plundered by the man in front of them.

This is simply a fantasy.

But, this is exactly what happened.

"kill!"

"This kid is evil."

"Quickly fight and kill him with your own hands. Otherwise, if this continues, you and I will both be the next Red Robe Martial Saint!"

All six Martial Saints took action at this moment and attacked and killed the Seventh Prince, the great master.

However, this wind all over the sky plundered their vast amount of Martial Saint essence. At this moment, as the sword was swung, it turned into a terrifying sword energy that fell across the sky.

boom!
With one strike of the sword, the six martial saints were all swept away.

As a single person, he first killed a great Martial Saint, and then swept away six Martial Saints with one sword. With such a record, even if we look at the entire history of Ksitigarbha, he is definitely a top Martial Saint and a milestone figure.

But, now.

The Seventh Prince did it, and it was unprecedented, as he did it as a grand master.

……

"This……"

"The Seventh Prince is so powerful?!"

Yu Wenzhi opened his eyes wide, almost popping out of his head when he saw this scene.

Who is the opponent? !
They are a group of martial saints in the world!

I don't know.

Three days ago, more than ten grandmasters from the Great Xuan Palace surrounded these Martial Saints in front of them, and they were easily crushed to pieces.

After three years of growth, Yu Wenzhi successfully advanced from a top master to a grand master.

But he paid for it himself.

Even if he went up, without using the secret technique to mobilize the Qi in his body and gain the power of a Martial Saint, he would definitely not be a match for any of the Martial Saints in front of him.

"One person challenges seven martial saints!"

"gentlemen."

"May I ask, is this Seventh Prince also someone who has been enlightened by you like me?"

Yu Wenzhi suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Chen, picked up the wine jug, poured a glass of wine for Su Chen, and asked softly.

In his view.

In the whole world, there is only one person who can have such a means to allow a great master to have the power to transcend the realm and suppress the seven martial saints, and only this mysterious martial god, or the legendary ancient immortal, can do it.

Hear the words.

Su Chen was slightly silent.

In front of him appeared the old man with tattered clothes but clear eyes, Xu Han in a bright red python robe, Zhang Gui in a purple robe who died with his hands behind his back looking at the moon, and Ye Xuan.

The sudden increase in strength of the seventh prince of Daxuan had nothing to do with him, but Su Chen was familiar with this technique.

"Swallowing Heaven Demon Technique..."

"No!"

"It should be said that it is the Heaven-Swallowing and Blood-Burning Magic Skill that has been improved by Mu Qingshan!"

Su Chen murmured.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Art was originally just a master's skill, profound and extensive. It could grow rapidly by burning one's lifespan and plundering the cultivation of others.

But in the Three Thousand Kingdoms of Ksitigarbha, after being improved by generation after generation of great masters, and even by the last Martial Saint of the World, Luo Qingshan, it has become an incomparably terrifying Martial Saint technique.

The Heaven-Swallowing and Blood-Burning Demonic Art!

Burning lifespan and sacrificing vitality in exchange for a brief surge in cultivation, and then continuing to exploit it, becoming more and more courageous as the battle goes on, and bursting into brilliant brilliance at the last moment.

previous years.

Facing the veteran Martial Saint of Great Barbarian Slaughter, the aged Martial Saint Luo Qingshan relied on the characteristics of this technique and took the Martial Saint away with him at the last moment.

now.

The seventh prince of Daxuan is even crazier, he fights to the death with the light of a firefly and the body of a grandmaster, just to take away the seven martial saints!

"But, what a pity."

"That last sword strike was already his limit..."

"It is too difficult for a Grandmaster to fight against the seven Martial Saints! I was able to execute this sword strike because the Red Robe Martial Saint was careless and robbed of all his Martial Saint essence..."

Su Chen knew this very well.

The Seventh Prince is about to be defeated.

Once defeated and his last breath was gone, the Seventh Prince would be like Luo Qingshan, instantly aging and turning into a pile of dry bones. Unless he could become a Martial Saint, he would never be able to use his last breath to drag the seven Martial Saints to die together.

As a grandmaster, he fought against seven Martial Saints at that. Even Luo Qingshan had never achieved such a feat.

"damn it!"

"Go crazy!"

"Am I crazy, or is this world crazy? This guy is just a grandmaster, why is he so powerful?!"

The six martial saints only looked a little embarrassed, but the grace contained in this sword was enough to make their scalps tingle and terrified to the extreme.

If any one of them had faced that sword alone, he would have definitely died!

Such power is extremely powerful even among human martial saints. It is hard to imagine that it can appear in the body of a great master.

"such a pity."

"Ugh!"

"It's still a little short. The gap between a Martial Saint and a Grandmaster is really too big. Master Qingshan, it seems that I still can't take the enemy to death like this..."

The seventh prince looked old. His white hair was no longer stained with white frost. An aura of withering flowed through his body, as if he would turn into a dying old man in the next moment.

It seemed that in the next moment, he would turn into a pile of dry bones.

"It turns out that he used the same evil magic that Luo Qingshan used before!"

At this time.

The martial saints, looking at the changes in the Seventh Prince, also had a hint of sudden enlightenment in their eyes.

It dawned on him.

This heaven-defying power, which could break the boundaries of the Martial Saint realm, was not without a price, so they were relieved.

The only thing that can make them proud is the realm of the Martial Saint!
They are not afraid of death.

However, to be defeated at the hands of a mere grandmaster was something that they, as the chosen ones of heaven and the giants of the era, could not bear.

They stared at the Seventh Prince with indifference, watching him from afar without approaching, waiting for the Seventh Prince's lifespan to run out.

Also at this time.

A complicated look appeared in the eyes of the Seventh Prince.

At this moment, his heart was in harmony with that of heaven and man, and he actually had a feeling of "enlightenment". The barrier to the realm of Martial Saint that had been blocking his heart for ten whole decades was completely broken at this moment.

The realm of Martial Saint is just within reach for him.

but.

He can no longer reach it!
"How pathetic."

"I immersed myself in Xu Xueyi's memories. I went crazy for this and transformed myself into Xu Xueyi, constantly committing blood debts of massacring cities and towns. But in the end, I ended up walking the path of a martial saint on my own."

"But."

"With my current state, I can no longer enter the realm of Martial Saint. I am too old and withered now. I am about to die of old age..."

The Seventh Prince looked haggard, like an old man, and his skinny body didn't even allow him to fight. He was forced to sit on the ground, breathing heavily.

For him now, even breathing is a difficult thing.

"Ugh!"

He sighed.

His eyes, which had become somewhat cloudy and old, scanned the corpses on the palace wall. There were his foolish brother the Crown Prince, his mother, his younger brother, his elder sister, and many of his fellow clansmen...

All the past events, when you are dying, you realize that they are so insignificant.

He was relieved.

But the only thing that I can't let go of is...

"I'm going to die before I can avenge you."

"I'm so unwilling!"

The Seventh Prince fell to the ground and stretched out his hands, wanting to reach his mother, his naughty sister, and his younger brother, but he found that he no longer had the strength to do so.

"Hahaha!"

"Finally dead!"

"Bastard thing."

"As long as I kill you, the last trace of Emperor Xuanming's bloodline will be cut off, and your chaotic Xuan Dynasty will be completely finished."

An old man with a goatee who looked like a martial saint came over with a wild laugh, and his cold foot was about to trample on the Seventh Prince.

He is just a small grandmaster.

The Martial Saint cannot be insulted.

He couldn't wait for the Seventh Prince to die of old age, and wanted to crush his head with one foot to vent his hatred.

Just now.

boom!
A strong wind as strong as a dragon came out from the tavern in the distance and swept away the old man with a goatee who looked like a martial saint. A tall and handsome man in red was walking towards them on the wind and waves.

In his hand, he was holding a huge fruit.

"You are so lucky, kid. I didn't expect that you would be favored by this master like me and Luo Qingshan..."

"Tsk, tsk."

"This is truly a blessing for you to have eight lifetimes to rest in!"

The handsome man in red sighed and looked at the Seventh Prince of Daxuan who was about to die of old age, and handed the fruit in his hand to him.

The man in red was none other than Yu Wenzhi who was accompanying Su Chen.

Palace wall.

A battle to the death that sounded like a tragic song.

This made Su Chen a little dazed, and he remembered the battle in Daliang.

For a while.

The seventh prince of Daxuan, who practiced the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art, unexpectedly overlapped with those old friends of Su Chen.

He vaguely remembered.

At that time, his old friend burned out his lifespan when he was using the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art. Although the sadness in his heart was suppressed to the lowest level by the Longevity Seed, he could still feel that sadness.

A close friend has passed away.

At that time, there was nothing he could do.

now.

He is high above the nine heavens, like an immortal or a god, in control of life and death, and the way of immortality. As a person with great supernatural powers, why can't he manipulate the fate of a few mortals?

“It reminds me of the old times.”

"Then I'll give you a chance to live."

In the teahouse.

Su Chen was whispering.

On the battlefield at the wall of Daxuan Palace, the six martial saints in the world all changed color in shock. They all recognized the identity of Yu Wenzhi.

What made them feel even more terrified was...

The fruit in Yu Wenzhi's hand exuded an indescribable aura. It was definitely not an ordinary thing. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a fairy fruit.

The so-called heavenly marrow is like the rotten stones on the street compared to this fruit.

"Yu Wenhuaji!"

"What are you trying to do? Are you crazy?"

"The Great Xuan Kingdom destroyed your Great Ye Kingdom, and you actually helped the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Kingdom. If your royal family knew about this, how could they rest in peace..."

The six Martial Saints were filled with fear and shock.

Yu Wenzhi, dressed in red and with a flamboyant robe, turned a deaf ear to all this. He was the most unique martial saint in the world, and he had his own pride.

He is considered a hero of the time.

at this time.

Looking at the Seventh Prince, who had lost all his vitality and should have been a young and strong man but turned into a withered old man, he felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.

This is also a hero. Like him, his destiny is like a dragon, stirring up the world's situation. He is a hero among heroes.

"There are so many heroes in this world."

Yu Wenzhi sighed with emotion. (End of this chapter)