Chapter 444

Chapter 444: Ambition of Swallowing Heaven (1)

Ah…….

A strong wind swept up and surged around.

With crackling sounds of breaking, the fierce wind wrapped up dust and blew Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing back a few steps before they steadied themselves.

In the end, Qiao Mu and Martial Saint were both at the end of their strength, but this end was only in comparison to their peak.

Though Wu Qizheng and the others tried to chase, the strong wind stirred up during their fight made it hard for them to get close.

Yet, at this moment, the strong wind finally stopped.

In front of the crumbling building ruins.

Wu Qizheng saw Martial Saint’s three heads shatter in the wind, and his body fell to the ground with a loud crash.

At that moment, it felt like something in his heart collapsed suddenly.

"Martial Saint, is dead," Wu Qizheng whispered.

He single-handedly ended the era of the traditional martial arts world, breaking down all the major sects and families, becoming a nightmare in the hearts of a whole generation of martial artists.

The once-famous Shaolin, Wudang, and Huashan sects were now a thing of the past. The unique martial arts skills that only a few could learn in the past were now scattered across the martial arts world, and a new Wuji Association emerged from Martial Saint’s hands, spanning across Jiu Province, gathering martial arts talents from all over, and hunting down famous and powerful warriors.

For forty years, the top martial artists of the Tide Listening Building rose and fell. Martial Saint always claimed to be second to none in the world, but the Tide Listening Building did not acknowledge his name.

"Yet, such a figure will eventually die."

"In this world, there are ultimately no immortals or invincible legends."

Wu Qizheng went forward and sat down in front of Qiao Mu.

He also knew about medicine himself, and he was a person with a unique constitution born from the Blood Flesh Incubation Creature, almost like the living Tang Seng’s flesh in the martial arts world.

Removing flesh could help prolong Hai Wuya’s failing life, but now Qiao Mu, whose oil lamp was running out.

Wu Qizheng sat down behind Qiao Mu, placing his palms on his back.

This is a classic method to heal injuries through energy circulation, except this time it wasn’t just transferring internal energy, but the whole body’s flesh and blood were constantly wriggling, moving from Wu Qizheng’s palms into Qiao Mu’s back.

The scene looked eerie and creepy, but shortly Qiao Mu’s complexion slightly improved, showing a bit of vitality.

Wu Qizheng stood up again, in just a short time, he had become extremely emaciated, almost like a sheet of human skin tightly wrapped around his bones, looking scarier than Qiao Mu.

The difference in their bodily energy and blood was huge, even if it meant sacrificing half of his life, it was just barely suspending Qiao Mu’s life at the moment.

"Wu Qizheng, you better come and take a look."

At that moment, Wu Jing spoke up beside them.

He squatted in front of the headless body of Martial Saint, who was nearly ten meters tall, with a serious expression.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing the headless body to slightly tremble its fingers.

Wu Qizheng and the two of them were almost scared out of their wits, but then they regained their composure.

"Martial Saint is already dead, but this Blood Flesh Divine Being he left behind is still here," said Wu Jing.

"The Blood Flesh Divine Being is the result of Martial Saint losing control, a manifestation of Martial Saint’s will on the brink of spiritual refining, something he couldn’t fully control."

"Within that towering body lies the consciousness of many who perished under the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill, with Martial Saint being the most powerful among them."

"So when the mighty Martial Saint perished…." Wu Jing’s face turned serious.

"Will this Blood Flesh Divine Being also lose control completely?"

As the words fell silent.

Not just the Blood Flesh Divine Being, who was about ten meters tall, even the scattered body parts around slowly gathered back together like rivers flowing back to the sea.

They thought Martial Saint was the biggest enemy, but little did they know that after his death, the real disaster might just be beginning…

The two looked at each other, furrowed their brows, and then turned to look at Qiao Mu, who was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed.

Even though he was barely hanging on to his last breath and could barely move, the two couldn’t help but look at him.

"There’s no hope, just wait for death."

Qiao Mu struggled to open his eyes and slowly spoke.

At the brink of death, he suddenly became calm.

"Human strength, ultimately has its limits," Qiao Mu said slowly.

After exhausting all resurrection attempts and pondering strategies for nearly a thousand years, he displayed all his martial arts skills.

He had done all he could, so he accepted the outcome calmly, whether it was success or failure.

Even if he could live forever, he would not be arrogant to think he was all-powerful, as there were things he still could not do.

Knowing his end was near, he felt a sense of peace and a faint sense of anticipation in his heart at this moment.

The strong desire for survival was present, but the desire for death was also rooted in his heart after experiencing the long Long Life Dream repeatedly.

These two completely different emotions, like fire and ice, constantly swirled within him.

By killing Martial Saint, he considered fulfilling a great wish. Although things were not perfect, he also hoped for everything to end, as his life was approaching its end.

Killing Martial Saint, yet ultimately falling prey to being a Blood Flesh Divine Being’s food… This outcome was far from good, but he was powerless to change it.

Perhaps he could hope that after being consumed by the Blood Flesh Divine Being, it might replicate Martial Saint’s appearance from before, using his remaining obsession as the guiding force to control the rest of the consciousness and drive the actions of the Blood Flesh Divine Being…

"By striving for my goals but not achieving them, I can have no regrets." He looked at Wu Qizheng and said softly:

"The thing I dislike the most in my life is acting in emotional scenes that don’t mean anything to me."

Thinking about this, Qiao Mu suddenly remembered something. He tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, saying:

"I have no special interests in life, except for appearing righteous in front of others."

"If there’s one more wish I have yet to fulfill, it’s to make my achievements as great as killing Martial Saint known throughout Jiu Province and have the storytellers at Tide Listening Building boast about me."

"This matter is settled, you have done your best."

"Let’s leave quickly, it’s better to keep this useful body for another purpose."

"For example, help me boast a bit more, make a good show—"

Qiao Mu couldn’t hold back his laughter as he spoke, chuckling and coughing, his intermittent laughter echoing on the cracked and collapsed ground around him.

At that moment, the headless Blood Flesh Divine Being had already sat up, with blood and flesh flowing around like water. Its huge body cast a shadow on the ground, gradually enveloping Qiao Mu and the others.

Wu Qizheng stared at Qiao Mu’s face quietly for a long time.

Suddenly, he said:

"Qiao Tu may accept this outcome, but I am unwilling to."

Qiao Mu raised his eyelids and looked at him, his smile fading.

Seeing Wu Qizheng take a deep breath, he walked step by step towards the headless Blood Flesh Divine Being.

"The ancestors of the Qiao family may have heroic qualities, but in my opinion, they are somewhat lacking."

He took steps forward, leaving Qiao Mu with a thin and not very tall figure.

"That is… underestimating heroes in the world after all."

"In this vast world…" Wu Qizheng said firmly:

"It’s not just the Qiao family who have ambitious and capable people."

"You say staying here is a meaningless sacrifice, but I don’t see it that way."

Wu Qizheng reached out his hand.

In his hand, he held a page of a silk book.

It was given to him by Martial Saint, containing a page of the "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill".

"Even if one is as small as a swallow, one can still have the ambition to swallow the sky."

He clenched his fist, and the page in his hand shattered into pieces under the activation of True strength, scattering in the wind.

Step by step, he approached the headless Blood Flesh Divine Being that stood ten meters tall, his feet gradually sinking into the bloody flesh-made quagmire, deeper with each step.

"Are you sure this isn’t like a moth to a flame?" Wu Jing had already guessed what he intended to do, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Your strength is far less than Martial Saint’s."

"And this Blood Flesh Divine Being, is something that even Martial Saint, at his peak, cannot fully control, something that even the greatest Martial Saint cannot achieve…"

Wu Qizheng said calmly, "Therefore, Martial Saint will never become Martial Saint in his lifetime."

The bloody flesh mud pool under his feet had reached his knees, and he was already standing under the Blood Flesh Divine Being.

"Wu Jing, haven’t you always wanted to break free from the name and fate that Martial Saint has given you…"

Because he had just saved Qiao Mu’s life, he was now thin to the bone, almost like a skeleton wrapped in human skin, looking extremely frightening.

However, his eyes were even brighter than before, swirling like a raging fire.

That was the "god" of the martial artist.

After discovering his origins and witnessing Martial Saint’s death, Wu Qizheng did not lose heart as Wu Jing had expected, instead his eyes shone brightly, like swirling flames.

"Father." Wu Qizheng reached out to touch the body of Blood Flesh Divine Being, calling Martial Saint by this name for the first time in his life, with a determined and solemn expression.

"I will devour you."

"And then become a true ‘Saint of Martial Arts’."

He slipped both hands into the body of Blood Flesh Divine Being, then his whole body disappeared into it, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, never to be seen again.

The headless body of Blood Flesh Divine Being, nearly ten meters tall, writhed and bulged with large masses of flesh from within.

Subsequently, a huge mass of flesh gradually grew out from the severed head area, gradually taking on the shape of a head.

However, no facial features ever emerged, making it a giant faceless Blood Flesh Divine Being, standing quietly and eerily there.

"Is this a success or a failure?" Wu Jing instinctively clenched his fist.

He was a reflection of Wu Qizheng, born to care about Wu Qizheng’s personal destiny throughout his life.

Qiao Mu sat still, struggling to lift his eyelids, quietly watching the scene.

"There comes a time in life when one is saved by others, it is a unique feeling."

He shook his head, feeling heavy exhaustion washing over him.

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