Modern World's Martial Dao Human Immortal

"What audacity!"

Just then, another furious shout echoed from not far away.

Suddenly, another Martial Saint from the Royal Family, Bian Liancheng, broke through the air and entered the battlefield in an instant.

His gaze swept over everyone, focusing intently on Lv Jianfeng and Jiang Sheng.

Even though they were fully armed, their faces obscured, Bian Liancheng still identified them immediately: "Are you trying to rebel!?"

"Indeed..."

"I knew it, the Royal Family still has Martial Saints hidden!"

The two Grandmasters spoke, but showed no hint of surprise, instead turning their gaze towards Alkaid.

Now came...

the most critical moment of this battle.

Alkaid...

would he be able to slay these two Royal Family Martial Saints?

It was slaying, not just defeating.

If he could, the following moves would surely be overwhelmingly victorious.

If not...

As long as the Martial Saint was there, the Liao Royal Family remained.

None of the nine Noble Families could bear the relentless assassinations and vengeance from a hidden Martial Saint.

"Here it comes."

Alkaid said calmly, holding the sword in one hand, slightly crouching.

With an explosive force from his feet, he shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

"Let's settle this once and for all."

"Impudence!"

Bian Liancheng bellowed, his shout thunderous, his aura surging rapidly as if to transform into substance and crush Alkaid.

If it were someone else...

Even a Grandmaster would be affected by such an intimidating aura.

Like a common man holding a firearm, knowing he could fatally wound a tiger, yet when the tiger's roar filled the forest and it charged, he would still involuntarily fear, overwhelmed by the aura.

But...

Alkaid had slain more than a handful of demon beasts with Martial Saint Level strength.

Moreover, even Celestial Martial Saint Ji Pingtian could not suppress him in terms of aura, let alone a common Martial Saint trying to overpower him with a shout?

The Alkaid Sword, lunging forward, did not pause for even a split second, like a glint of cold light, piercing through the void, and aiming straight at Bian Liancheng.

The speed of the sword was as fast as thunder.

"Liancheng, be careful!"

Liao Zhenguo shouted lowly, his figure bursting forth, charging towards Alkaid again.

"Crescent Moon!"

Facing the thunderous sword light from Alkaid, Bian Liancheng did not dodge or evade, his blade like a cold moon, tearing towards Alkaid's sword edge in an instant.

In that moment of striking, Alkaid seemed to truly see a round of cold moonlight illuminating the night sky, tempting one to immerse in its allure.

This was...

An illusion!

The blade in Bian Liancheng's hand was clearly a Divine Weapon, waving it brought forth illusions.

And the effect of the illusion was even more exquisite than the Divine Shadow Sword, having an effect of daunting the soul.

Comparable to the Divine Intent of the Martial Saint.

In other words, with this blade, Bian Liancheng was capable of fighting a Celestial Martial Saint.

Although he could not match a true Celestial Martial Saint in terms of vigor manipulation and bursts, if assisted by secret techniques, he would stand his ground in a head-on confrontation for a short duration.

"Zhenguo!"

As the blade was struck, Bian Liancheng shouted lowly.

Liao Zhenguo instantly guessed his intention.

Without any hesitation, his explosive body had already rushed forward to the front of Alkaid.

Taking advantage of the moment Alkaid's mind was distracted by "Crescent Moon," he clenched his right fist, wearing brass knuckles, and struck violently.

The punch broke the air, creating visible ripples spreading out, causing a sound like firecrackers igniting in the void.

However, before the moonlight could fully attract Alkaid's entire spirit, a resplendent sunlight had already dominated the era, its boundless brilliance illuminating his entire spiritual world, instantly pulling him out from the desolate moonlight.

Alkaid's eyes were clear and bright.

But the Divine Shadow Sword in his hand surged with even greater force.

Under the Star Pointing Technique, vigor and life force far beyond that of a newly promoted Martial Saint flooded every acupoint in his body like a burst dam.

As he took a large stride forward and exerted force beneath his feet, his form immediately broke past the peak limits expected of an ordinary Martial Saint, achieving Unity of Man and Sword, charging up to Bian Liancheng.

"This is bad!"

Bian Liancheng, realizing that Alkaid's spirit was unaffected, sensed danger immediately. His previously struck blade light retracted defensively, like a strip of silk slashing towards the oncoming Alkaid Sword.

This quick reaction almost exceeded the limit any Grandmaster could perceive.

However...

This quick strike, seeming like a stunning swoop, merely grazed a phantom shadow created by the Alkaid Sword, hitting nothing but air.

The illusion created by the Divine Shadow Sword!

With the blade striking empty, Bian Liancheng felt his scalp tingle, an unprecedented sense of crisis exploding from deep within his heart.

Before he could make any move, a brutal, ripping force penetrated his wrist.

His entire forearm holding the blade was pierced through by the Divine Shadow Sword.

At the same time, his swift-moving body, along with the sword tearing through Bian Liancheng's arm, violently collided with the Martial Saint's chest.

Simultaneously, an explosive punch whistled past his body, the burst of force exploding behind him.

This was Liao Zhenguo's punch, booming as it hit nothing but air.

Two martial artists working together do not simply add up to double the strength.

If there is no seamless cooperation, facing one person is no different from facing two.

Bian Liancheng and Liao Zhenguo's coordination could indeed be called exquisite and unparalleled.

The two almost needed no more than the simplest of looks to understand each other's intentions.

But...

Alkaid was simply too strong!

Utilizing the Star Pointing Technique to unleash a speed surpassing the limits of a Martial Saint, he executed a misdirection, forcibly tearing apart the seamlessly coordinated efforts of the two opponents.

"Boom!"

As he lunged forward, using his body as a weapon, Alkaid fiercely collided with Bian Liancheng's body, sending him flying backward as if struck by a demolition hammer, his body weighing dozens of kilograms uncontrollably hurtling through the air.

The violent impact not only caused his whole body to tremble violently and his internal organs to churn, but it also completely threw him off balance, leaving him no time to react.

As for Alkaid!

The moment he sent Bian Liancheng flying, there was not the slightest pause in his step.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

With the ground beneath him instantly cracking, he once again exploded forward, relentlessly pursuing the airborne Bian Liancheng.

"Stop!"

In Liao Zhenguo's panic-stricken roar, the Divine Shadow Sword in Alkaid's hand flashed like lightning, stabbing through the night with incredible speed and instantaneously piercing Bian Liancheng's throat.

Fatal Kill!

Blasted backward, Bian Liancheng, who exhausted his strength attempting to regain his bodily control, suddenly widened his eyes.

Staring intently at the Divine Shadow Sword that had penetrated his throat.

Even though every Martial Saint could be considered to have broken through human limits, facing such a fatal wound through the throat still constituted a fatal kill.

And...

Upon slaying a Martial Saint, Alkaid's form didn't pause for half a second.

"Shhh!"

The Divine Shadow Sword was swiftly pulled from Bian Liancheng's neck.

Capitalizing on his forward momentum, Alkaid's figure abruptly turned 180 degrees, the sword light of the Divine Shadow Sword creating a series of sword shadows, hard to distinguish between real and fake, slashing towards his rear.

Behind him, Liao Zhenguo, seemingly having already deployed some Desperate Secret Technique in his rage, had directly attacked from behind, his vigorous and fierce fist strength closing in less than one meter from his back.

Clearly, the earlier collision and the split-second clash had made Liao Zhenguo realize that the strength of the young man before him was unprecedented, and if he did not gamble with his life and trigger his secret technique, death in today's battle was inevitable.

"Whoosh!"

The sword light tore through the air.

The Divine Shadow Sword, with the force of sweeping through a thousand troops, instantly reached in front of Liao Zhenguo.

However, as this Zhenguo Martial Saint transformed his fist into a palm, his gauntleted hand seemed to emit a shocking suction force, actually causing the Divine Shadow Sword, originally slashing towards his throat, to fall directly into the palm of his hand.

It was as if Alkaid had intentionally handed the sword to Liao Zhenguo.

Especially since...

The trajectory of the slashing sword was forcibly altered, and his body also involuntarily changed, exposing him completely in an instant.

Seizing this opportunity, Liao Zhenguo roared lowly, his other hand wide open, fiercely reaching towards Alkaid's head.

Within a single palm strike, a profundity akin to Ji Pingtian's "Dragon Elephant Dominating" surged to his mind, belonging to the Heavenly Human Realm.

The sense of space seemed confused at that moment.

It appeared not that Liao Zhenguo was trying to tightly grasp Alkaid's head, but rather that Alkaid was actively offering his head to his palm, allowing him to control his fate.

Killing move · Who Controls Fate!

With his wide palm and the cold metallic luster emitted from his glove, once caught, Alkaid's head would undoubtedly be crushed to pieces.

"You've trained well, but unfortunately..."

It was useless!

The next moment, an invisible ripple emanated from Alkaid, instantly dispersing the profound mastery that seemed to dominate all beings under heaven and earth.

Almost simultaneously, Alkaid's left hand formed a sword finger and stabbed directly forward.

No!

It wasn't a sword finger!

The Chengying Sword, nourished by the Formless Secret Art, had unknowingly slipped from his arm, invisible and traceless, striking out.

The target of the sword point...

Was shockingly Liao Zhenguo's palm!

"This is!?"

Liao Zhenguo acutely felt the terrifying sharpness at the center of his palm.

But...

It was too late!

In the moment his Celestial Fist Technique "Who Controls Fate" was broken, the outcome was already sealed.

As the Chengying Sword's blade pierced from Liao Zhenguo's palm into his hand, the astonishing sharpness instantly tore through the muscles and fibers of his palm and wrist and passed between the gaps of the ulna and radius, and eventually...

It forcefully penetrated his brow with the force of thunder.

"I..."

Liao Zhenguo's pupils dilated.

"Shh!"

Draw the sword!

Withdraw!

In the final fading consciousness of this Liao family Martial Saint, he could clearly see Alkaid withdrawing the sword without a moment's pause, turning his gaze directly towards Dayu King Liao Shanhe.

Striding meteorically!

With swift and fierce determination!

Resolute and ruthless!

Without any hesitation!

As if the person he killed was not some Martial Saint capable of altering the fate of a nation, but rather some insignificant stray cats and dogs.

Such formidable strength...

Such resolute will...

Such astonishing agility...

Could it really be all concentrated in a nineteen-year-old youth?

And the Liao family...

To curry favor with the Rebirth Society, they unhesitatingly served as the society's dogs, standing against such a promising figure destined to become a high-level cultivator!?

As his vision gradually dimmed, he seemed to see the glorious flames burning through each high-ranking member of the Liao family, dragging its four hundred years of splendor towards darkness, towards the end.