Huahuahua…
The more he fought, the stronger he became. Liu Wenjie’s chest was filled with surging blood, his peerless fighting spirit rising to pierce the nine heavens.
His eyes gradually turned blood red, as if about to bleed. His condensed vital energy transformed into a sky-piercing pillar of blood.
“You! You! You!!!”
Looking at the figure in the center of the great hall, the elder, the sect leader of the Star River Divine Sect, wore an expression of horror.
At this moment, he felt as if his throat were constricted, unable to utter a single sound.
He looked ahead in disbelief, at Liu Wenjie standing tall and proud like a pine tree, and at the fallen elders on the ground. His mind went blank.
These were not just pigs led to slaughter; they were all top experts in this world.
…
Each of these elders, if placed in this world, could establish their own power and dominate a region. Yet, facing Liu Wenjie, they were like ants, easily crushed without much room to resist.
As expected of the number one martial artist in the world, his combat power had long surpassed the limits of a martial artist, reaching an unimaginable level where one person could destroy an entire sect.
Standing in the center of the arena, facing the siege of dozens of enemies of the same cultivation realm, Liu Wenjie not only did not fall but also eliminated several of them.
However, he did not emerge unscathed. On the contrary, a considerable amount of his internal energy had been depleted.
The number one person in the world was, after all, only human, not a god on high.
Yet, despite this, standing amidst the carnage, Liu Wenjie’s undefeated fighting spirit grew even more powerful and terrifying, like a war god standing in a sea of blood!
In adversity, Liu Wenjie’s aura grew more solid and powerful, even though his appearance was somewhat tragic.
“What a martial artist, born for battle, the number one in the world.”
“Pity… pity…”
“This is the Star River Divine Sect, which has ruled the martial world for ten thousand years. Whoever comes here will only find death.”
The elder sect leader roared, and the dozens of top experts immediately activated the sect’s ultimate formation, the “Zhou Tian Xing Chen Heng He Great Formation.”
Instantly, the great hall manifested a vast, boundless starry river. Within this world of stars, countless celestial bodies suddenly blazed, each star exuding a terrifying killing intent.
Finally, the stars began to fall, like a meteor shower, continuously and fiercely smashing towards Liu Wenjie.
At this moment, in Liu Wenjie’s vision, the numerous stars grew from small to large, pressing down, carrying terrifying power, evoking a sense of helpless despair.
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to retreat, he could only face it head-on.
“Is this the final trump card of the Star River Divine Sect?”
Under normal circumstances, Liu Wenjie would have broken the formation and left without a second word. But now, it was impossible.
Looking at Zheng Kai standing behind him, Liu Wenjie took a deep breath and used a secret technique to burn his life force, exchanging it for temporary combat power.
A faint purple aura flashed, and in the depths of his body, immense power flowed through his limbs.
The Apex of Strength – One Strength Breaks All Laws!
I, Liu Wenjie, possess a punch that can split mountains, destroy seas, kill gods, suppress immortals, sever rivers, raze cities, and open heavens!
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Like a peerless demon, Liu Wenjie resisted the Zhou Tian Xing Chen Heng He Great Formation while charging into the midst of dozens of top experts, slaughtering them.
With his hands, he had no equal. Each punch often killed one person, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, a one-sided massacre.
Piercing screams, splashing blood, severed limbs, and grotesque heads unfurled a bloody prelude in the great hall.
A river of blood flowed through this world of carnage.
Wretched screams continued, like a scene from hell.
“Cough… cough…”
After using the life-burning secret technique and engaging in several hours of fierce battle, Liu Wenjie forcefully broke through the Zhou Tian Xing Chen Heng He Great Formation, killed the dozens of elders in the great hall, including the sect leader, and carved a bloody path.
However, Liu Wenjie’s condition was now far worse than Zheng Kai’s, who was kneeling on the ground. His life force dwindled with each passing moment, reaching a state of near death, his lamp oil all but burned out.
Although Zheng Kai’s body was severely injured, he could still survive with proper treatment. But in Liu Wenjie’s current state, no miraculous elixir could save his life.
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After Liu Wenjie carried Zheng Kai away from the Star River Divine Sect, within a month, Liu Wenjie succumbed to his severe injuries and finally breathed his last.
Zheng Kai buried Liu Wenjie’s body in the graveyard.
From then on, Zheng Kai lived incognito.
After dying again, Wu Tao began his next cycle of reincarnation.
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In another dream-like reincarnation, Wu Tao’s luck this time was extremely poor, extremely poor.
He was almost as bad as it could get…
He began life as a beggar with disabled hands and feet.
In this life, Wu Tao was named Zeng Jin.
From childhood, Zeng Jin survived by begging, relying on handouts to barely reach adulthood.
One day, Zeng Jin received a piece of assorted flatbread from passersby and, with the river water in his broken bowl, began to eat his day’s meal.
After eating his fill, Zeng Jin lay on the cold ground, looking at the sun and lamenting the hardships of life.
Having never studied, Zeng Jin’s mind was muddled, and his thoughts were not sharp. His only desire was to be able to eat his fill each day.
Previously, Zeng Jin had other aspirations, wanting to be a great hero, clad in fine clothes, riding a swift horse, sword at his side, and spear in hand – how magnificent that would be!
But this dream was shattered three years ago when an old swindler tricked him.
He could still remember the old swindler’s appearance: an aged Taoist priest with a benevolent smile.
The first time they met, the white-haired Taoist priest offered him a fragrant flatbread and kindly said, “Poor little fellow, eat up.”
Zeng Jin, who was starving, had no reason to be wary. Without hesitation, he thanked the priest and devoured the flatbread in a few bites.
After finishing the flatbread, Zeng Jin was about to say something when his vision suddenly darkened. In the next second, he lost consciousness.
Before completely losing consciousness, Zeng Jin vaguely saw the kindly old Taoist priest’s face suddenly contort into a grimace.
He loudly berated two burly men who suddenly appeared, ordering them to stuff him into a sack.
Finally, Zeng Jin was carried by these two strong men to the black market for human trafficking.
The old Taoist priest, who was leading the trio, was discussing with the black market manager how much they could sell the “goods” they had brought.
A price had been agreed upon, but when the black market manager inspected the goods, he discovered that some of them had disabilities and reneged on the deal.
Not only that, but the black market manager also drove out the old Taoist priest and his two companions, along with Zeng Jin inside the sack.
After emerging from the black market in disarray, the trio exchanged glances and used Zeng Jin as a vent for their frustration.
They each spat on Zeng Jin, then kicked him hard several times.
Before leaving, the old Taoist priest slapped Zeng Jin across the face and muttered, “Such a loss. I didn’t realize this fellow was disabled.”
“Damn it, this useless brat wasted one of my flatbreads.”
However, Zeng Jin survived. He knew he had been tricked and saw the old Taoist priest’s true colors.
He scoffed at his own foolishness. Why would anyone sincerely help a disabled beggar?
At this moment, he resigned himself to his fate.
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Recalling his experience of being deceived, Zeng Jin shook his head and continued to beg from passersby.
After a day of begging, earning only a few copper coins, Zeng Jin saw the sky gradually darkening. He found a broken dog hole, crawled in, and curled up for the night.
The next morning.
The imperial examination in the capital reached its final day. The final results of the imperial court’s selection of officials were to be decided here.
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Half a month later.
When the gates of the imperial examination hall reopened, over a thousand hopeful scholars emerged.
The autumn imperial examinations of this year had finally concluded on this day.
Depending on their performance, the candidates were either joyous or sorrowful, weeping or laughing. The myriad aspects of human life were displayed here.
However, at this moment, a candidate stumbled out of the examination hall, his steps unsteady, his expression dazed.
It turned out that this candidate had fainted during the examination and submitted a blank paper.
This year’s imperial examinations were now hopeless. Over ten years of diligent study, of studying late into the night until the lamp burned out, were ruined today.
This candidate’s surname was Wang, and his name was Wang Gang.
Wang Gang came from a poor family. He had borrowed money even for the travel expenses to the capital for the examination. His living expenses in the capital were also financed by high-interest loans from a group of ruffians.
This failure might leave Wang Gang with nothing.
These ruffians, knowing that Wang Gang was well-read and likely to be nominated, had intended to foster goodwill and had not pressed him for repayment. But with Wang Gang’s accident in the imperial examinations, his hopes of passing were dashed, and these ruffians might now turn on him.
The leader of these ruffians was named Guo Jing. He appeared to be a kind person, always smiling, his eyes squinted by his fair, plump face, making him look all the more amiable and approachable.
But those who knew him well understood that this was merely Guo Jing’s disguise to outsiders.
His subordinates had personally witnessed him stab a minor leader more than ten times for greedily embezzling a sum of money.
After being reported, the seemingly kind Guo Jing inflicted over a dozen stab wounds on the minor leader, and his body was thrown into the moat that night.
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Not long after Wang Gang left the examination hall, he was cornered by this group of ruffians.
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