Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

At this moment.

Boom——

A thunderclap in the clear sky.

Buzz!

Su Zhi's entire aura erupted, True Yuan surged from her body, forming a Protective Gang Qi visible to the naked eye, extremely clear.

At this moment, the yellow-robed Taoist also paused.

The Hand Palm Thunder in his hand had not been cast out.

In the next moment.

His body hairs stood on end, a great terror descended upon his head.

Looking up, he saw a man already above him.

He could see the blue-purple air currents being parted by the man, flowing like water across the man's body, spreading to his back.

His pupils suddenly shrank, his soul lost in waves of panic.

Not good!!

In an instant.

Jiang Ning's five fingers had already touched the layer of illusory reality of the Summoning God Skill.

Wind and Thunder Steps!!!

Not far away, Bai Luoyu watched this scene, and his heart was shocked.

Jiang Ning's appearance was unexpected not only to that yellow-robed Taoist.

He, standing outside the battlefield, did not expect it either.

At this moment.

He realized that Jiang Ning's Wind and Thunder Steps had already reached the Transformation Realm, truly achieving One Step Wind and Thunder Shock.

At this level, though Wind and Thunder Steps is a movement technique, it also possesses terrifying explosive power.

Crunch—

As Jiang Ning's five fingers touched the illusory shell of the Summoning God Skill.

That shell lasted less than a tenth of a breath before shattering.

The yellow-robed Taoist just tried to retreat, only to see Jiang Ning's speed surpassing his by far.

Boom!

Five fingers pressed.

The yellow-robed Taoist's chest caved inward.

His glazed ribs bent like fine iron but did not break.

Immortal Muscle and Jade Bone, the flesh body indeed strong.

Jiang Ning felt the tactile sensation, knowing deeply that even using the palm of Wind and Thunder Steps, it's difficult to inflict severe harm on a Fourth Grade expert with Immortal Muscle and Jade Bone.

The injuries from this palm could only be considered superficial.

Martial Artists, their vitality is too robust, too resilient to beatings.

A wave of emotion flashed through his heart.

His hand movements changed instantly.

His palm contracted and extended, moving far faster than the yellow-robed Taoist who was flying backward, instantly locking the yellow-robed Taoist's throat.

Meanwhile.

Su Zhi, seeing the scene that happened in a flash, was dazed, her gaze vacant.

At this moment.

She suddenly saw a grinding plate emerge from Jiang Ning's body, rapidly expanding.

Half of the grinding plate was crimson, dazzling like the sun, the other half was dark, profoundly deep.

As the grinding plate rolled, it expanded quickly, and in an instant, enveloped Jiang Ning and the yellow-robed Taoist.

This is...

Su Zhi's eyes widened instantly, her face showing incredulity.

Not only did a red-black grinding plate appear in front of her, rolling slowly.

In the depths of her pupils, in her mind, a red-black grinding plate also reflected, revolving.

"Master Su, close your eyes!" Bai Luoyu spoke.

He had already closed his eyes ahead.

Su Zhi, upon hearing, immediately regained her composure and closed her eyes.

With closed eyes, the grinding plate vanished from her mind instantly.

"Master Bai, this seems like a kind of power, illusion penetrating reality, third-tier power!"

Bai Luoyu nodded: "Master Su is right, this grinding plate must be a kind of power, and a very exquisite one!"

On the other side.

As the Water and Fire Grinding Plate enveloped the yellow-robed Taoist.

He immediately felt surrounded by two completely different forces.

One force was extremely scorching, the other filled with chill.

The two completely conflicting forces intersected, in heat and cold, flesh burst, vitality lost completely.

Even though forged into glazed jade bones, at this moment being twisted by these two opposing forces, they became extremely fragile.

"You... who are you?" the yellow-robed Taoist asked, enduring the intense pain throughout his body, expressing the greatest doubt in his heart.

"Does this... matter?" Jiang Ning spoke slowly.

The grinding plate enveloped the two, rolling slowly, the powers of water and fire suffused throughout the yellow-robed Taoist's body.

Under the blanket of the grinding plate, the yellow-robed Taoist's life force drained madly, his aura rapidly diminishing.

Just within two or three breaths.

The Water and Fire Grinding Plate dispersed.

With a "thud," the yellow-robed Taoist fell to the ground.

At this moment, the yellow-robed Daoist was down to his last breath, his breathing faint as a thread.

It was not until this moment that Su Zhi and Bai Luoyu opened their eyes.

The two of them looked at the yellow-robed Daoist on the ground, their eyes filled with shock.

Especially Bai Luoyu, whose heart was a raging storm.

He had long known that Jiang Ning had reached the Fourth Grade.

He knew that Jiang Ning's strength was not weak.

But he did not expect Jiang Ning to be so incredibly strong.

The yellow-robed Daoist practiced both Dao paths, his Daoist skills so strong that even Su Zhi couldn't defeat him.

Su Zhi, as a top Fourth Grade powerhouse, was even forcefully suppressed by the yellow-robed Daoist.

Such terrifying strength, yet in front of Jiang Ning, it was crushed and eliminated effortlessly.

He recalled once again the momentum Jiang Ning had just displayed.

One red, one black, transforming into a grinding plate that rolled.

He had just been watching from the side, and was affected by that momentum; in just a moment, his mind seemed to be stirred.

"What kind of martial arts level could give rise to such momentum, that in just two or three breaths of time, it cut off the life of the yellow-robed Daoist!"

Bai Luoyu's gaze fell on the yellow-robed Daoist, whose breath was as faint as silk.

At this moment, Su Zhi's eyes were filled with astonishment.

As a top Fourth Grade combatant in Dongling County, she had exchanged several blows with the yellow-robed Daoist, but did not gain any advantage, and was even injured, completely at a disadvantage.

So she more clearly understood how terrifying the yellow-robed Daoist's strength was.

Let Zhao Yulong come.

This was the confidence of the yellow-robed Daoist, not self-boasting.

The yellow-robed Daoist, practicing both Dao paths, with his outstanding Daoist skills, was not something a Fourth Grade could defeat.

"This Commander Jiang may have the qualification to battle against ordinary Grandmasters!"

Su Zhi thought to herself.

This thought arose, causing her even more inexplicable shock.

As a top Fourth Grade, she knew how vast the gap between the Fourth Grade and the Third Grade truly was.

It is precisely because the gap is too great that the Third Grade is given the title of Grandmaster.

Grandmaster is a recognition of Third Grade's martial arts attainment.

So normally, it is almost impossible for a Fourth Grade martial artist to be able to battle a Third Grade Grandmaster.

It must be understood, battling, not just an exchange.

Battle is a term of the same level; only by having the ability to threaten a life can it be called a battle.

"What kind of level of martial arts momentum is that grinding plate?" Su Zhi couldn't help but wonder in her mind.

On the other side.

Jiang Ning's gaze fell on the yellow-robed Daoist in front of him.

At this time, he also had many doubts and questions in his mind.

"Can we talk?" He slowly squatted down.

Huh—huh—

The yellow-robed Daoist, supporting his almost falling apart body, crawled up little by little, with fresh blood constantly overflowing from his mouth.

At this moment, the yellow-robed Daoist seemed like an ancient aged elder nearing his end.

Every movement seemed to cost him a lot of energy.

He slowly straightened his body, sitting cross-legged, allowing the fresh blood to soak his tattered Daoist robe.

Then he assumed a meditation posture.

Only at this moment did he look at Jiang Ning again.

His eyes became exceptionally calm.

"Can you tell this old Daoist your name?" the yellow-robed Daoist asked.

"Luoshui County, Jiang Ning!"

"Never heard of it!" The yellow-robed Daoist slowly shook his head.

Then, looking at Jiang Ning, he said with a sigh: "When heaven sends its killing intent, it changes stars and shifts constellations; when earth sends its killing intent, dragons and snakes rise to land; when humans send their killing intent, heaven and earth turn upside down."

"As the great empire crumbles, the mountains and rivers change, indeed there will be someone born at the right moment!"

"Though you are an unknown now, in the future you will surely be renowned throughout the world."

"You ought to be that person born to save the Great Xia from its downfall."

"But trends cannot be changed, no matter how gifted you are, or how peerless, you cannot stop the inexorable tide of the world."

"The change of the mountains and rivers is already a foregone conclusion!"

"Unless that Martial Saint can live another lifetime, or you can become the second Martial Saint, possessing abilities to rival the Ancient Immortals, otherwise this destiny cannot be changed."

As his words finished, the yellow-robed Daoist then ceased to speak, closing his eyes.

In an instant.

The last wisp of life force in the Daoist's body was directly severed by him.

Jiang Ning slowly shook his head, then rose to his feet.

The decisiveness of this Daoist's mindset rendered him helpless.

After making those sentiments, he severed the last of his life force, resolutely facing death.

At this point, even death was not feared, so it could be said that this Daoist had almost no weaknesses.

The decision to spare the Daoist a breath yielded no unexpected gains.

But his mindset remained calm, without any negative emotions.

Keeping the Daoist was merely an attempt.

Getting nothing out of it was normal.

Getting anything out of it would have been the true unexpected gain.