The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

Upon seeing Tong Jue flying toward the battlefield where Qing Yu and Xuanfa were engaged, Xuanzhen followed closely behind, ready to keep up. Her task was to hold off Tong Jue, she absolutely could not let him interfere with Qing Yu's battle.

However, just as Xuanzhen was about to follow, she heard Qing Yu's words, "It doesn't matter, let him come. You go and take control of Chonghe Peak."

From the looks of it, Tong Jue was intending to stage a deeply emotional scene with Xuanfa. Although she didn't know the depth of their feelings, it didn't stop Qing Yu from planning to capture them both at once.

"Boom—"

It seemed as if the mountains and rivers shook, with Wanfa Peak, Su Nu Peak, Heavenly Void Peak, Kunyin Peak, and Chi Ming Peak all trembling simultaneously, as the mountain and river spiritual energy burst forth, forming a magnificent scene in the sky.

"The Zhenwu Seven Tribulations Formation? No, that's impossible."

As soon as Tong Jue approached Xuanfa's side, he felt a weight sink into his body, as if the pressure of mountains was rapidly intensifying on his shoulders.

Then, he saw the spectacle of the five peaks' spiritual energy erupting.

His first thought was that it was impossible. Although the Zhenwu Seven Tribulations Formation drew its energy from the Seven Peaks' spiritual energy, ultimately, it was a protective sect formation controlled by the Sect Leader.

The hidden measures left by Qing Yu could disrupt the Zhenwu Seven Tribulations Formation, but it was impossible for it to control the formation.

"Boom—"

Another roar sounded, with Zhengyang Peak's column of energy also transforming into spiritual energy, merging with the other five peaks' energy, and streaming across the sky.

Another peak was under someone's control.

That was the doing of Xuanyin Sword Residence. After he had defeated Xuan Lin at Heavenly Void Peak, he had not been idle. Now, Xuanyin Sword Residence was on Zhengyang Peak, with Zhenwu Sect's enforcer Xuan Zheng lying at his feet like a dead dog.

"Six peaks..."

Standing atop the heavenly vault, Qing Yu spread his hands wide as endless mountain and river spiritual energy gathered above his head. Six mountain-like pillars of virtual image took form, their peaks piercing up to the vault of heaven, forming a circle, and revolving continuously around Qing Yu.

"Mountain Ghost God Shocking—"

"Tong Jue!" Tong Jue reached out to grab Xuanfa's shoulders.

"Grandmaster, go quickly!" Xuanfa's face was pale, evidently not yet recovered from the true Qi drained by his extreme move.

"Grandmaster is old," Tong Jue looked up at the god-like figure in the sky, "so old that he only has a few years left to live. It's better to fight for a chance at survival. Moreover, could we even escape?"

The pressure from the mountains' virtual images made even flying uneasy, and trying to flee would likely result in a swifter death. Rather than that, it was better to fight.

"Ghost God Shocking."

The six mountain virtual images plummeted down, like ancient divine mountains collapsing with a force that shook the earth and sky, causing Xuanfa and Tong Jue's faces to turn deathly pale.

"Let's fight."

Both of them burned their life force to the extreme, channelling all their power into this move.

Even though they knew that surviving this attack would still likely not spare their lives, ants still cling to life, and as warriors who had reached the Divinity Realm, they could not lose their morale. Wouldn't that be less than even the ants?

"Supreme Void, Zhenwu Heaven-opening Sword."

Two streams of true Qi flowed simultaneously into the Zhenwu Sword, making this divine sword burst forth with Taoist might once more. The Zhenwu Heaven-opening Sword rose again, aiming to collapse mountains and shake heavens with divine might.

"Bang—"

The explosive sound was momentary, gathering the spiritual energy of the Six Peaks and Qing Yu's entire power. The Mountain Ghost God Shocking, not easily countered, met the sword light jointly unleashed by the two. Yet, their forms were like birds with broken wings, smashed straight down by the pressure, and instantly crushed to the ground.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom—"

Six roaring sounds nearly occurred simultaneously; the earth shook and the mountains trembled, dust soared into the sky, leaving the land vast and desolate.

"This is simply..." Tong Hua felt his throat dry, his eyes wide and filled with astonishment, "Is this what someone who has just advanced to Divinity Realm not long ago can achieve?"

Although if counted precisely, Qing Yu had advanced to Divinity Realm for some time. But for a warrior of the Divinity Realm, anything less than ten years wasn't considered long.

The power of the Mountain Ghost God Shocking move was such that if you said it was delivered by the Supreme warrior, people would believe it. Supported by the Six Peaks Spiritual Energy, Qing Yu's combat strength, in that moment, had completely surpassed a certain limit, reaching another realm.

Even Xuan Shang, who was on the verge of mental breakdown beside him, was stunned by the scene and left speechless.

"Sigh—"

In mid-air, Qing Yu let out a breath and slowly descended.

As a qualified member of the Righteous Sect, he remembered one thing—after knocking down a villain, always deliver the final blow. Although the victory was certain, Qing Yu wouldn't feel at ease without confirming the enemy was dead.

Descending to a certain range, Qing Yu seemed to remember something, reached out his hand, and from afar, two halves of a body flew toward him. These halves were originally one, but had been sliced in two by the Zhenwu Sword. Although the bleeding was stopped, the bloody and muddled cross-section was difficult to look at directly.

This was indeed Qing Yu's old body.

After being severed by Xuanfa, one of Qing Yu's Three Souls had taken control of the old body and hid it in a safe place to merge with the Primordial Fetus and fight Xuanfa with complete strength.

Now that the battle was over, it was also time to deal with the old body.

"It's a pity, I didn't have time to cultivate my old body; this body is barely keeping up."

Looking at the body he had used for over two decades, Qing Yu also felt somewhat melancholic.

No matter what, prolonged use breeds sentiment, especially for a body. But the fact this body couldn't keep up was also true. Qing Yu already had the Saint and Demon Embryo, leaving no time to take care of his old body.

Since that was the case, he might as well digest the old body and turn it into an aid for his current self.

Gently raising his hand, numerous strands of Essence Qi were drawn from his palm and gathered in his Dantian. The old body gradually turned into flying ash and in a blink, it had vanished without a trace, becoming one with the earth and sky.

After one last look in the air, Qing Yu quickly descended and in a moment, landed on the ground.

At this time, the beautiful scenery under the Zhenwu Seven Peaks had been completely destroyed, leaving only six large pits and countless dust particles floating in the air.

Suddenly, a light of a sword streaked from within the dust and caught Qing Yu's eyes, and decisively a word-for-word stab aimed at Qing Yu's brow, but the bearer of the sword was nearly burnt out.

With a gentle reach of his fingers, Qing Yu caught the last thrust of strength, and with a slight shake, he knocked the pitiful Taoist to the ground.

Qing Yu switched the grip on the Zhenwu Sword, holding the sword handle. This Guardian Sword of the Zhenwu Sect, worthy of the name Divine Sword, remained intact even after the great battle, just as it was the last time Qing Yu saw it at Shadow King's place.

With the tip of the sword gently touching the ground, Qing Yu looked towards the struggling Daoist and said softly, "I have won, Master."

Xuanfa remained silent, his fingers digging into the ground, tightly clenched.

Indeed, Qing Yu had won. It was he, the disciple once taken in by Xuanfa, who had won.

Time passed, the scenes of past years seemed still in front of his eyes, but the disciple taken in at a whim was now sending off his own master to death, how ironic!

Thinking so, Xuanfa couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing until his voice was hoarse.

"Ha ha···ha—"

The laughter ceased abruptly; on the Zhenwu Sword, a drop of fresh blood dripped down.