Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Qiao Mu and Wu Qiankun’s battle, seen by Zhao Hu and others, was a clash between the top martial artists in Jiu Province today.

This high-level battle, while not once in a thousand years, was truly a rare sight for the onlookers, as they all tried hard to see clearly the details of the fight between the two.

Meanwhile, Long Shankong took advantage of the situation.

Although Zhao Hu felt a vague premonition at the crucial moment, Long Shankong’s punches and kicks were extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, they were right in front of him.

"Is he trying to steal ‘Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear’?"

Zhao Hu instinctively let go, throwing the manual in his hand towards Qiao Mu.

The outcome between Wu Qiankun and Qiao Mu was clear, and in his view, the manual belonged to a certain Qiao Jin, which was also a good result.

Unexpectedly, Long Shankong was not attracted to the manual and shifted his focus.

His five fingers turned into claws, he secretly used his inner power, the sharp energy tore through the air, making a piercing sound, landing on Zhao Hu’s back.

"While obtaining the Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear is precious, it’s also a lucky thing if you can get it… but you must have fate to get it!" Long Shankong understood this point very well.

Whether it’s Wu Qiankun or Qiao Jin, they are both top martial arts masters in the Jiu Province today, he had no power to resist them.

Trying to snatch the secret manual at this moment is asking for trouble!

Despite his expert lightness skills, his martial arts power was not as strong as the other two, without the necessary skills, he didn’t have confidence to escape from them.

Therefore.

From the beginning, his target was not the "Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear".

It was the son of the former Spear Saint, Zhao Hu, the head of the Zhao family!

This sudden attack was unexpected, not even Zhao Hu himself expected that Long Shankong was coming for him.

The powerful blow that had been brewing for a while almost tore Zhao Hu in half.

In the blink of an eye, the Dragon Claw force landed on Zhao Hu’s back shoulder, tearing his robe and causing a gash on his skin.

The wind blew by.

Qiao Mu swiftly caught the airborne "Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear" and appeared by Zhao Hu’s side.

"Do you have any grudges between you?" Qiao Mu asked as he stood still.

Not knowing the history of animosity between the two sides and who was right or wrong, Qiao Mu felt a bit indebted to Zhao Hu for giving him the "Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear."

Long Shankong felt chills run down his spine, making him nervous.

If he had actually tried to steal the secret manual just now, he might have been in big trouble by now.

"Senior Qiao, please wait a moment," Long Shankong took a deep breath and calmly said:

"My ancestors did have some conflicts with Spear Saint, but that was a long time ago."

"The people from the Zhao family in Xishan Village seem a bit suspicious."

He looked at Zhao Hu.

Long Shankong tore open Zhao Hu’s robe with a claw, leaving only a few torn pieces hanging on his upper body, exposing most of his skin to everyone’s view.

Long Shankong was not gentle, and his claw almost tore Zhao Hu in half.

Strangely, although the claw tore through skin and bones, there was not much blood flowing from Zhao Hu’s body.

Beneath the torn robe, Zhao Hu’s half-naked upper body was as pale as his face, lacking any color of blood.

Normally, with such a severe injury that almost ripped him in half, he shouldn’t be able to stand steadily.

However, Zhao Hu stood there as if nothing had happened, his posture barely changed, and the strangest thing was his expression, which remained blank and devoid of emotion.

"No wonder…." Long Shankong said softly.

"This Zhao Hu, as a top martial artist who focuses on spiritual improvement, is the son of Spear Saint. Even as he ages and becomes weaker, he will not decline to such an extent."

Long Shankong remembered the previous so-called mountain climbing assessment.

"The essence of being a martial artist is to use fists," said Long Shankong.

"If we truly want to find a worthy successor for the Spear Saint, how can we avoid shedding blood?"

"But your so-called assessment only goes so far, keeping a trick up your sleeve, not really intending to harm anyone."

"The second stage of the assessment isn’t even a competition, just a simple test of lifting stone weights…"

Long Shankong looked around at the people from Zhao family in Xishan Village, and said slowly:

"Perhaps your bodies are similar to this Zhao Hu. Talking about not causing harm in competition, it might only reveal the truth under life and death struggles, fearing one’s true self being exposed."

"So… what exactly are you?"

"Are you really living people?"

As the words fell, carried by the mountain wind, they spread far on the mountaintop of Xishan.

The people from the Zhao family who had hurriedly rushed over upon seeing Zhao Hu being attacked suddenly stopped their steps, looking at Long Shankong with a bewildered expression.

The crowd on the mountaintop, which had been dense, suddenly grew cold, and unexpected chills arose in the hearts of the heroes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Kid, what nonsense are you talking about!" A pale-faced martial artist shouted.

"How can the dead speak, still stand, walk, and act like normal living people?"

"Yeah, how could the dead possibly speak?" People whispered and discussed.

"These people from Xishan Village have just lived in the mountains for a long time, their skin has turned as pale as women’s."

In their discussion, the people of Xishan Village’s faces became paler and paler.

Originally, they were just sickly pale.

But now, they looked like corpses that had been dead for days, making people’s hair stand on end at first sight.

"Yes. How can a dead person stand, let alone speak?" Leopard-Head, a big man with prominent eyes, said and then with a sudden thud, stiffened and fell backwards.

With this fall, it marked the beginning.

But the continuous thudding sounds could be heard one after another.

The Xishan Village villagers who were originally standing around gradually lost their strength and fell to the ground, already dead.

In no time, these people were like a field of wheat after a storm had passed, all collapsed together, no longer making a sound.

Suddenly, the whole mountaintop of Xishan was covered in corpses.

The mountain wind started blowing again. But this time, the wind carried a strange chill, making the travelers in Southwest Province shiver.

No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you cannot make a dead person stand up and talk.

So…

"Is this some kind of mystical technique? Have the people of Xishan Village dealt with the Immortal Gate Yunxiao Sect before?"

"Such mysterious skills, it seems only those cultivators can possess them, right?"

The heroes discussed among themselves.

Suddenly, a figure soared into the air, releasing waves of energy from its back.

It was Wu Qiankun.

Unnoticed by others, he had quietly pulled out the long spear that pierced through his abdomen. Ignoring the bleeding wound, he soared into the air with the "Ex-human Transformation," blood splattering down from above.

"Wu Qiankun ran away? He’s so fast, is he afraid of being killed by Qiao Jin?" The heroes exclaimed.

Wu Qiankun moved too quickly.

Before the big man with leopard eyes fell down, he had already flown away through Ex-human Transformation, unlike them standing there stupidly in shock.

"Afraid of that Qiao Jin? You are underestimating Wu Qiankun a bit." Wu Rulong snorted coldly.

"When the autumn wind blows, the cicada is the first to know. You are underestimating the second on the Spiritual Refining List in spiritual refining intuition."

"He probably sensed the life-threatening danger, so even…" Wu Rulong’s eye twitched as he said this.

He even ran away this time, without taking even himself? He just fled?

He hasn’t even boarded the car yet!

"Even Wu Qiankun is in danger of running away? Isn’t that Qiao Jin?" a traveller chuckled.

"Xishan Village has existed for many years, not without reason."

"This mountain village has always been enveloped in thick fog, making it very difficult to come and go, not just for pedestrians but also for the monsters from the mountains who find it hard to come here."

"It is because of this, the people of Xishan Village can live until now…"

The wanderer suddenly felt uneasy as he looked at the countless bodies scattered all over the mountains, sending shivers down his spine.

"No, how come Zhao Hu is still alive! There must be something suspicious!"

A person in the crowd shouted out.

Everyone quickly looked over and saw that Zhao Hu’s skin was as pale as a corpse at this moment.

At this moment, he was trembling slightly all over, as if he was about to drown, gasping for breath heavily, his hand pressed against his chest.

It was even difficult for him to stand at this moment, but he still managed to hold on without collapsing, his eyes scanning the countless corpses around, filled with sadness.

The Xishan Village has about a thousand people from top to bottom.

And at this moment, only he himself was left.

"You’re not dead yet… do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Qiao Mu held the book "Birds Adoring the Phoenix Spear" and approached.

Zhao Hu whispered:

"If my father, Spear Saint’s martial arts, can be passed on to a member of the Qiao family, I believe he would be comforted even in the afterlife."

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