The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

Late night, on Jietian Peak.

The howling wind swept over the towering peak, with frost and snow dancing wildly. Yet amidst this blustery snow night, two figures stood and sat, gazing beyond the peak.

"Nangong Jue, what do you think of the scenery beyond the peak?"

Mu Cangsheng sat on a throne formed of frost, leaning casually with one hand on his forehead, and asked while looking outside the peak.

"Reporting to Sect Hierarch, Jue only sees boundless desolation," Nangong Jue replied respectfully.

The Blade Energy within him was powerful, his cultivation naturally impressive, and his gaze carried a proud air, dismissing all in the world. Yet, when looking at Mu Cangsheng, his eyes were filled with intense loyalty and admiration. Who knows what Magic Power Mu Cangsheng held, making this former Sword God's disciple so utterly devoted.

"Indeed, boundless desolation," Mu Cangsheng chuckled softly, "My lifelong wish is to clear such desolation, to imprint my mark on every inch of this Earth. That day, it won't be far off."

He gazed into the night sky beyond the peak, seemingly reminiscing past events or longing for someone.

Many years ago, when he was yet to be known as Mu Cangsheng, he had vowed to clear the world, bringing this vast realm under one man's dominion.

Time flows, yet the original aspiration remains. Now, the realization of this ambition is near.

"Golden Wolf Han Court, Peacock Remnants..."

"Ha! Barbarian outsiders, all seeking their own doom."

The dismissive ridicule echoed through the night sky.

...

The harsh wind stirred the night watch soldiers atop Heavenly Gate Pass, making them shiver uncontrollably.

Under the dim moonlight, shadows silently infiltrated the pass, blood blossoms blooming in the night.

"Enemy assault!"

"Clang clang..."

Drums and shouts suddenly erupted, alert soldiers who had been on high alert due to unrest in Western Regions swiftly got up, and expert warriors likewise found those life-seizing shadows, engaging them in battle.

Among the gradually rising sounds of clashing blades and spears, a shadow of a big spear suddenly soared into the sky, followed closely by Luo Feng's angry shout, "Tiny nation, how dare you invade my Daqian."

In the night sky, suddenly blade light horizontally rose, clashing with the big spear, and in an instant, radiance flashed in a confrontation of edge and a test of Killing Intent.

"Green Flame Rampage Thunder."

Luo Feng raised his hand, releasing nearly ten groups of burning Green Flame Thunder Fires, circling around the big spear and attacking the somewhat gaunt figure dancing with the black ghostly spear.

The big spear roared through the wind, exuding a menacing aura, yet the foreign opponent wasn't one easy to deal with.

"Central Plains people, not bad. I am Takahara Bocchuan of the Heavenly True Transmission Kagari Shinto School, here to take your life today!"

The elderly voice uttered wildly, the elder froze in mid-air, leaning forward, drawing out a dazzling beam of light, "Extreme Intent of Iaido·Unparalleled Sword."

Blade light and spear shadows made contact, fierce Qi Force rampaged through the four fields, filling the night sky with murderous intent. After a clash of moves, neither paused, the big spear and katana fought intensely, ghostly shadows and Blade Energy raged.

"Ten Thousand Soul Battle Armor."

Luo Feng summoned the Ghost Armor harboring ten thousand souls, making his assault even more furious and unmatched, the big spear wildly danced, exhibiting warlike intent and madness.

As his opponent, Takahara Bocchuan's aged body also swelled with blue veins bulging, gaining immense strength, paired with unparalleled swordsmanship, each strike lethal, Killing Intent infused within blade light, the bright Blade Energy harboring murderous intent.

The two fought fiercely, difficult to tell the victor for a time. But as casualties below increased, Luo Feng's momentum ever soared, and the Soldier Soul within the Ten Thousand Soul Battle Armor was gradually rising, augmenting his prowess.

The soldiers of the Divine Martial Army who died wretchedly nearby Luo Feng would have their Soldier Souls absorbed into the Ten Thousand Soul Battle Armor, aiding Luo Feng in his battles.

And those deceased Japanese Ninjas could also be used by Luo Feng to restore his Power, making him grow stronger as he fought.

The Ten Kings of Netherworld Palace hidden within the military could be said to be incredibly wise and perfect choices. Not only could it grow Power by battlefields, but during conflict, soldiers under command could exert force, whether alive or dead.

Gradually, Luo Feng began to gain the upper hand, revealing a figure in an Emperor's robe behind him, within the beaded curtain resided chilling Death Qi and the torment of hell.

Luo Feng had become stronger, stronger than when he was ambushed last time. During this time, while the other Nine Kings dedicated themselves to secluded cultivation, only Luo Feng had military duties, needing to suppress the Blood Demon Sect, hence slowly absorbing what the Ghost Emperor left behind.

However, after the last ambush, aided by thirty-thousand Soldier Souls, his progress surged swiftly, now nearly fully absorbing the power.

"Japanese tiny nation, failed last time plotting against Northern Zhou and retreated in defeat, yet now you dare set sights on Daqian. You've found your doom!"

Another clash, Takahara Bocchuan retreated two steps, his hand holding the blade stained with green-black, clearly burned by Green Flame.

While Luo Feng, protected by Ten Thousand Soul Battle Armor, was unscathed, and his warlike intent grew stronger and fiercer, his momentum endlessly rising.

"Old ghost, die! Ghost God Prison."

In the bluish-black arena opened up, green ghostly flames ignited, the big spear swung, Green Flames followed, at this moment Luo Feng was akin to the war god from hell, exuding extreme ferocity.

"Kill!"

The big spear slashed down directly with a crushing force.

Just then, a shadow of void suddenly entered the Ghost God Domain, stained with a layer of green from Green Flame.

"There's another rat!"

Luo Feng realized, but the big spear had already slashed down with full force, difficult to change course.

And front-facing Takahara Bocchuan also had two beams of light shooting from his eyes, his hand's Onimaru Kunitsuna Katana flashed, executing the peak move of his cultivation.

One Great Sword·God Slayer.

Luo Feng's eyes flickered with cold light, the downward momentum of his big spear intensified. He was willing to take a sneak attack with the Ten Thousand Soul Battle Armor, first to attack Takahara Bocchuan.

"Ding——"

The lingering sound wasn't harsh, yet seemed to hold a strange sharpness, causing ears of listeners to bleed, those nearby having sharpness burst from their seven orifices, their heads seemingly sliced by a blade, split evenly into sections.

The sharpness was exposed, the momentum strong but lost its subtlety. Because Luo Feng took One Great Sword head-on, breaking its subtleness.

And moreover...

The shadow of void had already disappeared within the Ghost God Domain, nowhere to be found. Replaced by a figure in a black Emperor's robe.

Another King of Netherworld Palace, somehow rendezvoused with Luo Feng, blocking the attack from the void shadow at a crucial moment.

"Failed..." Takahara Bocchuan muttered, his silhouette flashed, wrapped by the void shadow, vanishing without a trace.

"Japanese Ninjutsu, the shadow just now should be Japanese Ninja God Hattori Hanzo."

The King of Netherworld quietly said: "King Pingdeng, even Japan interfered secretly, Heavenly Gate Pass is hard to defend."

Ninth Hall of Netherworld Palace, King Pingdeng Luo Feng, this was Duke Shenwu's true identity, his real visage too.

"Not only Heavenly Gate Pass, the East Sea side had trouble too. Seems Japan also eyed the disorder in Western Regions, wishing to meddle together. The East Sea must be guarded too," Luo Feng coldly said.