High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 376 - 306: I’m Not Interested in Making Friends with the Dead; Time’s Up, the Dead Don’t Need to Know Too Much!

Chapter 376: Chapter 306: I’m Not Interested in Making Friends with the Dead; Time’s Up, the Dead Don’t Need to Know Too Much!

Perhaps this is already considering the sentiments of the Martial Saint and the Southern War Zone. If she insists on taking action, it would give Jing He an excuse to kill.

However, after a quick turn of thoughts, Qingli finally shook her head. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

If she simply watches Su Mu’s family be slaughtered without doing anything, she couldn’t pass her own internal hurdle. She must do at least something.

The earpiece on the other end didn’t hear Qingli’s response for a long time, guessing her thoughts, and let out a soft sigh.

"Please, be very careful yourself, don’t die."

"Mhm, I know."

Qingli glanced at Lu He beside her and spoke in a deep voice, "Can you hold them off here?"

Lu He frowned deeply, to be honest, it was his first time confronting a Martial Saint Illusion.

"I can try."

"Alright, I’ll leave this side to you. I’ll try to stall the Fifth Forging Jing He."

"Okay."

Lu He was extremely anxious, and even logic told him that the Su Mu General Star might have already met with a mishap, but no matter what, he must take action.

Whoosh-----

Lu He stepped forward and took a deep breath, his whole body produced a crackling sound like exploding beans. He suddenly grew taller, his flesh and blood swelled at a visible speed, and then his muscles became like black iron.

"Leave this to me, you should go."

"Alright, take care."

Qingli’s figure flickered and transformed into a beam of blue light, shooting toward the direction of Shenjiang Martial Arts University.

"I said you two aren’t going anywhere today..."

At this moment, a silhouette suddenly appeared before the illusion, "Now your opponent is me, Lu He."

Qingli broke through, a trace of surprise flashed in her heart. Hearing the thunderous crash from behind, she knew that the two had already clashed, and the Martial Saint Illusion didn’t pursue at the first moment, indicating that Lu He succeeded.

The wind howled, and the snow and wind were like blades.

Qingli’s steps suddenly paused.

She glanced at a puddle of black mud on the ground, crouched down to inspect it. Under the Overlord Blade Martial Saint Sect, there was a Secret Technique to cultivate shadows.

"Jing He’s shadow is dead."

"Was it that Su Mu who did it?"

"Besides him, there was no one else here."

At this moment, Qingli’s eyes firmly locked, continuing to reconstruct the scenario in her mind, perhaps Su Mu encountered Jing He when she and Lu He were blocked by the Martial Saint Illusion.

"Jing He has now advanced to the Fifth Forging, and shadows cultivated by Secret Techniques at least reach the level of a Grandmaster."

She hadn’t heard anything from this side just now, which meant Su Mu killed cleanly and efficiently, capable of such in front of a Quasi-Titled Grandmaster.

"Perhaps..."

A bold idea suddenly sparked in Qingli’s heart, if Su Mu’s strength was strong enough, perhaps she might attempt to join forces with Su Mu to force Jing He back.

Because Jing He certainly just advanced, his realm might not yet be stable.

However, this thought was quickly dismissed by Qingli herself.

In the end, she merely met Su Mu by chance, Su Mu might not trust her, and nor does she trust Su Mu, there’s no need to take the risk.

Qingli, with a thought, collected the puddle of black mud on the ground into her Space Ring, hesitated no longer, and shot toward the dormitory.

Qingli quickly approached near the dormitory.

As she hesitated whether to strike.

Then...

Qingli witnessed a battle she would never forget in her life.

...

The arrival of Qingli was naturally detected by Jing He.

But Jing He didn’t even glance at the person behind, he didn’t care, what difference does one more person make, today he’s determined to take the heads of Su Mu’s family, and nothing can change that.

Jing He took a deep breath, in an instant, that terrifying Qi and Blood surpassed his previous peak, and continued to climb.

A trace of Power of Origin circulated within his body, followed by the terrifying unification of Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Terrifying aura blasted towards heaven and earth, with Jing He as the center, freezing the snowstorm for kilometers around.

The terrifying momentum of a Quasi-Titled Grandmaster instantly spread, enveloping the entire Shenjiang Martial Arts University, at this moment everyone in the campus shuddered, their hearts skipped a beat.

"Speaking of which, I must really thank you."

Three shadows identical to the previous ones emerged from Jing He’s shadow, then rushed from three directions toward the back of Su Mu.

"Now feel the power of a Fifth Forging Grandmaster properly."

But that distant silhouette seemed unaffected, stretching its body.

Between breaths, the outline of a brilliant and crystalline diamond light flowed at the center of Su Mu’s brow, and then in Jing He’s eyes, Su Mu transformed into a Crystal Human Form, with majestic golden light circulating on its surface.

Then Su Mu calmly uttered a word.

"One."

His figure instantly vanished.

At this moment, Su Mu felt clearer than on Celestial Cloud Mountain, all the power within his body slowly fused under the strong Spiritual Power of Crystal Transformation.

Vaguely, Su Mu saw a towering gate that reached both heaven and earth.

That was his Path of the Grandmaster...

The boundless Spiritual Power spread from Su Mu’s body, his right fingertip flicked, and suddenly three massive silver giant palms appeared in the void.

The giant palms clenched fiercely.

Shadows from three different directions shattered instantly.

"Two."

Buzz------

A sea-like Spiritual Power instantly enveloped the area, at this moment, Jing He’s eyelids twitched wildly, an overwhelming sense of impending doom arose in his heart.

Because...

He sensed that terrifying, overbearing Spiritual Power of Su Mu effortlessly taking over the scene, fully suppressing his presence.

At this moment, it wasn’t just several thousand meters, but the entire sky over Shenjiang Martial Arts University that halted in snow and wind.

Time seemed to stand still.

"Three!"

Su Mu spoke again, uttering the third number.

Jing He bit his tongue, waking from the shock, his skin trembling, that sense of danger nearly solidified.

"Ultimate..."

At this moment, Jing He unleashed his Power of Origin completely without reservation, instantly, the wind and clouds changed, the Power of Heaven and Earth Rules roared violently.

But before he could finish speaking.

Jing He’s pupils fiercely contracted.

Because he suddenly sensed from Su Mu a Power of Origin several times, dozens of times, even more terrifyingly vast than his own.

A layer of dazzling golden light emerged from Su Mu’s flesh, fusing with the person before him, like an incarnation of the Power of Origin.

"No, it’s impossible... How can you master the origin..."

A hysterical roar burst from Jing He’s mouth, he roared, and shouted.

He didn’t understand, why?

Why, after enduring humiliation for decades, struggling tirelessly to advance to Fifth Forging Grandmaster and touch the Power of Origin, did it appear within a Martial Artist not even at Grandmaster level.

Moreover, the other’s mastery of the Power of Origin far surpassed his own!

"Time’s up, the dead don’t need to know too much."

Space at this moment was utterly frozen, then showed signs of breaking, by the end of Jing He’s life, only an incomparably grand golden brilliance remained.

"Four!" A calm voice sounded, as though Death God was calling the roll.

Bang------

Rule of Force surged, before that fist, everything crumbled.

The sternum cracked and broke, then the beating heart ceased its throbbing.

Because, in an instant, it turned to powder, to nothingness...

Finally, all of Jing He’s flesh and blood collapsed inch by inch, dissolving before this terrifyingly extreme absolute force, the shape lost its meaning in the face of this punch.

Never able to maintain its form, stretched, distorted, becoming like the gray shadow earlier.

Only the two weren’t entirely the same, after billowing white smoke surged upon, Jing He completely vanished from the world.

With just one punch.

Jing He, one of the Eighteen Masters of the Overlord Blade, a Fifth Forging Grandmaster, even his body couldn’t be left behind this time.

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