Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 912 Fierce Battle, Heavenly Soldiers!

clang--

clang--

Two metallic clangs rang out almost simultaneously.

Then came a rapidly expanding circular air blast.

In just a moment, the shockwave tore through Jiang Ning's robes and flung his long, tied-up hair away.

"So powerful!" He was greatly shocked.

That overwhelming force surged through his fist and into his body.

He could feel that every bone in his body was under tremendous pressure and was creaking.

Muscle fibers are torn, tendons are ruptured, and blood vessels burst.

Fine, almost imperceptible scars covered every corner of his body.

This irresistible force caused him to continue falling.

"Everyone, leave the palace!" Almost at the same moment, Jiang Ning's voice rang out in the Lishui Palace.

Boom—

He was then slammed into the water, amidst towering waves.

On the island, the waterside pavilion was crushed into splinters by a blast of air, and tall tree trunks bent and broke.

The aftershocks of the collision are still spreading, and large trees are being bent low.

Then, two streaks of silver light descended.

boom--

The giant wave that had just been created was suddenly dispersed again.

"Retreat! Quickly retreat from the palace!!" Chen An, the palace's chief steward, shouted loudly upon seeing the aftershocks of the battle in the direction of the central island.

Boom—

Another roar.

The entire lake appeared to have been raised by half a meter.

The ground of the palace shook, spiderweb-like cracks spread, and some buildings began to collapse.

Upon seeing this, everyone in the palace dared not delay any longer and rushed out frantically.

They knew this was the aftermath of a battle that could bury them.

Boom—

Another roar.

The lake, which had risen half a meter, exploded in mid-air, bursting into countless splashes of water.

A dazzling rainbow suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Only now did the roar of the battle slowly spread throughout the entire capital.

Countless eyes turned toward the direction from which the sound came, toward the Lishui Palace.

Then they saw a blurry figure rush upwards and then stop in mid-air.

His black hair was disheveled, his eyes were like lightning, and his clothes were tattered.

He was completely naked except for his trouser legs, which were still hanging on his body.

"That's...King Luoshui, Jiangning??" someone murmured.

"It must be him! That's the direction of the Lishui Palace. Who else could it be but him, the master of the Lishui Palace?"

"But... how could he be in such a terrible state?"

boom--

Before the words were finished, two beams of silver light pierced through the water curtain, soaring into the sky and enveloping Jiangning once again.

Jiang Ning was covered in blood. He had just withstood the two halberds, and although he was not seriously injured, his blood and qi were churning and his muscles and bones were in excruciating pain.

At the bottom of the lake, he was struck hard several times in succession. Each time, the shock made his whole body go numb, tore his muscles, tendons, and even made his bones ache.

However, this superficial injury healed and recovered with just one breath, without truly damaging his fundamental health.

He watched the two approaching silver lights, his gaze growing ever sharper.

"A half-step immortal... truly lives up to his reputation!" He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, showing no fear whatsoever, but instead revealing an almost fanatical fighting spirit.

Since entering the realm of the Primordial Spirit Immortal and becoming the second most powerful being in the world, he has never encountered an opponent who could make him so miserable.

Even Ji Xuan, who was on par with him, had never felt such pure power suppression during their battle that day.

These two silver-armored celestial soldiers, without supernatural powers or magic, unleashed terrifying power capable of shaking his indestructible body solely through their silver-armored puppet bodies and the long halberds in their hands.

Their power seemed inexhaustible, each strike carrying the weight of crushing mountains.

But this suited him perfectly!

He hadn't experienced such an exhilarating battle in a long time.

In the previous major battles, he relied on the power of his primordial spirit.

But the battles that truly caused him pain were head-on clashes, the feeling of every punch landing on his skin.

He stopped passively defending and, with a swift movement, took the initiative to meet one of the silver-armored heavenly soldiers.

boom--

The fist and halberd clashed again, unleashing an even more intense roar than before.

Jiang Ning was thrown backward by the shock, and a sharp pain shot through his arm as his arm fractured, but the glint in his eyes only intensified.

He could feel that in these repeated head-on collisions, his already pushed-to-the-limit physical body was being forged by a giant hammer, undergoing another transformation.

Inside the body, flesh heals faster after being torn, and tendons and bones become stronger after enduring extreme pressure.

Each injury he sustained awakened a portion of the hidden power within him.

Another silver-armored celestial soldier appeared silently behind him, his silver halberd sweeping across, aiming straight for his back.

Jiang Ning didn't turn his head, but instead struck out with his palm. Purple-gold light condensed in his palm, and faint phantom images of dragons and tigers roared.

The inside of his body was completely deafening, and his inner world was shaking.

clang--

Their palms clashed, creating a shockwave.

Jiangning used the momentum to surge forward and widen the gap.

The aftershocks of the collision spread, causing the island in the center of the lake to begin to crumble and disintegrate.

at the same time.

In the capital, countless gazes converged on the crisscrossing figure above the Lishui Palace.

In the Imperial Garden of the Imperial Palace, Ji Minghao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky above the Lishui Palace, the aftershocks spreading like white clouds.

Beside him, Shen Mengyun looked shocked.

"These are... celestial soldiers from mythology?" Shen Mengyun exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, the heavenly soldiers recorded in mythology, the war puppets of the ancient Heavenly Court!” Ji Minghao said.

"Why is this? Why would the celestial soldiers from mythology appear at the Lishui Palace and attack the King of Luoshui?" Shen Mengyun asked incredulously.

"I'm afraid those immortals are wary of Brother Jiang's potential and sent heavenly soldiers to stifle Jiang Ning's growth." At this point, Ji Minghao clenched his fist. "Fortunately, Brother Jiang is stronger than they imagined. He wasn't killed by the heavenly soldiers and is still fighting back. Now, as long as that person takes action, Brother Jiang will be safe and sound."

"Is that... the Martial Saint himself?"

“Yes!” Ji Minghao nodded.

In the Supervisory Department.

An elderly blind man looked in the direction of the Lishui Palace.

"Are the two celestial soldiers appearing together to force that person to make a move? Or are they testing that person?"

Side by side in the royal palace.

Ji Xuan looked up at the sky above the Lishui Palace, his fists clenched involuntarily, his eyes turning icy cold.

The Divine Might Prince's Palace.

"Teacher, are you ready to help?"

At this moment, all eyes in the capital were focused on the sky above the Lishui Palace, on Jiang Ning and the two heavenly soldiers.

Everyone has different thoughts in their minds, but they are all firmly focused on that direction.

At this moment, above the Lishui Palace, Jiang Ning was engaged in a fierce battle with two silver-armored heavenly soldiers.

Clang—Another hard collision, and Jiang Ning was knocked back more than ten feet, with visible cracks on his arm.

Blood vessels burst open beneath the body, and the skin gleamed with a faint golden light.

That was blood seeping out after a blood vessel ruptured, flowing through the flesh and muscle.

With each breath, his body instantly healed completely.

Huff—

After several collisions, his breathing became heavy.

Each collision drained him of every last bit of strength.

At this moment, the blood and qi in my body surged and boiled.

Each head-on collision felt like his flesh and blood were being forged anew.

He felt a long-lost sense of exhilaration.

Just then.

His brow twitched slightly.

He sensed a familiar presence quietly descending.

This aura was extremely concealed, silently spreading throughout every inch of the void in this world.

That was a scent he knew all too well.

"It's the Martial Saint!!" His heart skipped a beat.

I understood instantly.

He realized that the attack by the two silver-armored heavenly soldiers today was not entirely for his sake.

This is a test.

The test was not of his true strength, but of the Martial Saint's state.

Someone is using this attack to force the old man to take action and witness firsthand whether the Martial Saint is at his limit and no longer able to suppress the world.

At that moment, he understood everything completely.

at the same time.

That distant, celestial paradise, atop the majestic immortal mountains.

An ancient mirror floats in mid-air, its surface as smooth as a lake, reflecting the scene above the Lishui Palace.

Every detail of Jiang Ning's battle with the two silver-armored celestial soldiers was clearly reflected in the ancient mirror.

Before the mirror, the Taoist in green robes and the Taoist in gray robes stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the blood-soaked figure in the mirror.

"He actually managed to withstand two silver-armored heavenly soldiers to this extent," the gray-robed Taoist said with a hint of surprise. "The physical body of this King of Luoshui is stronger than I imagined."

“He is more hidden than people imagine. His physique is extremely special, resembling the sun burning the sky. It must be a very special physique. His path is somewhat different, stronger than his actual realm. It seems that the Martial Saint thinks highly of him and is probably teaching him everything he knows.” The Taoist in the green robe said.

"Does Brother Dao mean that the reason why this King of Luoshui is performing so brilliantly is all because of that person?" the gray-robed Daoist asked.

"Hmm!" The Taoist in the green robe nodded. "The achievements that person has made in martial arts are unparalleled throughout history, and the methods they have mastered must far exceed our imagination! Since this King of Luoshui is the successor that person values ​​most, he must have put in a lot of effort."

"However," the Taoist in the green robe paused, looking at the collision in the mirror, and continued, "it is precisely because that person values ​​him so much that I am even more convinced that he is truly at the end of his life."

"What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist?" the gray-robed Daoist asked, glancing sideways.

"In the past eight hundred years, when has that Martial Saint ever cared so much for anyone? He suppressed the world and looked down upon all living beings, never interfering in worldly disputes, let alone showing such favor to any junior." The Taoist in the green robe spoke slowly.

He then continued, "Now he is showing great favor to this King of Luoshui, even going to great lengths to pave the way for him. This can only mean one thing."

"Knowing that his days were numbered, he had to leave enough hope and support for the world and the country before he passed away."

Upon hearing this, the gray-robed Taoist pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "That makes sense. If this person can embark on the path of Martial Saint before he passes away, he can sit firmly in the new chaotic world and become a pillar that can deter all sides."

"Even if he fails to reach that level, he can at least rely on that person's legacy and blessings to protect himself in the chaotic world. He might even escape to another realm and, a hundred years later, become another being comparable to him."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist in the green robe nodded in agreement.

“That’s possible! Back then, the Martial Saint searched for a long time in other realms and even went to worlds beyond this one. It’s certainly possible that he had a way to send his chosen successor out of this world.”

"Therefore, when he dies, this source of trouble must be eliminated."

"At such a young age, he can withstand the encirclement of two heavenly soldiers, and even use these two heavenly soldiers to hone himself. It is simply astonishing. This King of Luoshui may really reach that level and realm."

at the same time.

In the mirror.

Jiang Ning was once again knocked back by the silver halberd, and a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on his chest, dripping with blood, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

He could sense that the combat power of the two silver-armored heavenly soldiers was declining.

Although the decline was extremely subtle, he could definitely feel it.

"That's great!" he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his lips.

His black hair danced wildly in the air, adding to his unrestrained and wild aura.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking the initiative to meet the silver-armored celestial soldier on his left.

With both fists thrusting out, carrying immense power of blood and qi, they slammed into the chest of the silver-armored celestial soldier.

clang--

The deafening clang of metal clashing once again echoed through the sky.

The burly, over ten-foot-tall silver-armored celestial soldier swayed slightly before swinging his halberd back.

Then another halberd fell.

The two halberds fell simultaneously, their combined power as immense as mountains and seas.

boom--

Jiang Ning crossed his arms to block, and the pain spread throughout his body. His body was blasted down like a cannonball and crashed heavily onto the island in the center of the lake.

In an instant, a corner of the island shattered, and a colossal wave surged forth.

next moment.

The two towering silver-armored celestial soldiers moved, their figures falling like streaks of light, heading straight for Jiangning.

"It's a real body, ridiculously hard!" Jiang Ning stopped in his tracks, silently complaining to himself.

His gaze narrowed slightly as he watched the two streaks of light falling from above.

He could sense that the combat power of the two silver-armored heavenly soldiers was beginning to decline, but they were still not someone he could confront head-on at present.

He was able to hold out for so long.

It relies on a physical body that can be described as immortal and indestructible.

The injuries that fell on him healed instantly with each breath, having no effect on him whatsoever.

As the thought flashed through his mind, the two silvery-white streaks above his head crashed down like meteors, carrying the force to crush mountains.

His pupils narrowed slightly, and his body suddenly shifted to the side.

As if traveling through time and space, they instantly appeared in another place.

boom--

A giant wave exploded, and another corner of the island shattered.

The entire island is now under threat of collapse.

He looked down, his gaze growing increasingly calm.

Then his gaze swept across the surroundings.

As he fought against the two silver-armored heavenly soldiers, most of the palace was destroyed.

Numerous buildings collapsed, and people were buried in the rubble.

Some people were even affected and have stopped breathing.

"no!"

"We can't fight here!"

"If the fighting continues, the aftermath will spread, and even more people will die."

A thought flashed through his mind.

Two streaks of silver light shot through the air once again, moving at an extreme speed.

Ordinary first-rank martial artists would be no match for such speed, unparalleled strength, and indestructible body.

In a single exchange, they would be utterly defeated and cut down by the halberd, offering no resistance whatsoever. (End of Chapter)