Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 340:

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Under the moonlight, above the clouds.

Several Nascent Soul Elders looked down expressionlessly from above.

Apart from Immortal Yun He, who had damaged a dharma body in the hands of Martial Saint, the other two actually looked down on mortal martial artists to varying degrees.

Practicing martial arts is not as good as cultivating immortality, this has been a deeply rooted common knowledge for thousands of years.

However, this deeply rooted common knowledge was gradually being broken in tonight’s observation battle.

"How could a mere mortal martial artist have such strength?"

The female cultivator Yun Hu frowned, forming an incredible guess in her mind:

"With their ferocity, it seems that they are not ordinary people. Could they be half-demons carrying the bloodline of the demon race, as mentioned by the senior disciple sect leader?"

The other two cultivators nodded in agreement.

Moreover, both Martial Saint and Qiao Mu have demonstrated martial arts skills that far exceed the understanding of ordinary people’s martial arts by these Nascent Soul Immortals.

Ordinary martial artists cannot be so strong.

Therefore, it is easy to understand that Qiao Mu and Martial Saint are not ordinary people.

They are monsters disguised as humans.

They are probably not practicing martial arts, but rather some kind of mysterious and unclassifiable monster techniques.

"Junior Brother Yun He is right to be cautious," chuckled the chubby Taoist Yun Hai.

"If Junior Brother hadn’t suggested observing quietly first, we might have underestimated them and ended up in trouble," he added with a smile.

The female cultivator Yun Hu nodded in agreement, "We are already prepared and have a better understanding of these two monsters now."

The conversation stopped abruptly, as the three Nascent Soul Immortals simultaneously sensed something amiss and scanned their surroundings with their divine senses.

In the dim moonlight, the mountains and forests could be seen.

The Martial Saint’s back showed dense pores, moving as fast as lightning.

Qiao Mu stood still, with swirling energy all around him like a tide.

With one palm strike, it was like a flood bursting through a dam.

The Martial Strength cultivated for a thousand years, combined with the accumulated Ripple Stacking Wave Strength at the fifth level, erupted with a loud bang.

The swirling energy was as thick as a giant python and as fierce as raging waves, crashing down as Qiao Mu’s palm struck down.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a resounding roar, the surging energy like wild waves exploded instantly.

The rolling white energy waves continuously rolled amidst the incessant sounds, engulfing the Martial Saint’s figure and covering Qiao Mu’s figure as well.

From far away, Wu Qizheng looked up.

Only to see two people standing in the white vastness, unable to see anything.

Wave after wave of strong wind swept through, blowing his robes loudly as he stood a hundred meters away.

Not knowing how much time had passed.

As the strong wind gradually died down, the swirling dust around settled and the raging waves calmed.

The two figures in the mountains and forests reappeared in Wu Qizheng and the others’ view.

At this moment.

Qiao Mu still stood in place, as sturdy as a pine tree.

A long wound at his waist gushed blood, nearly cutting his body in half.

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In front of him, the ground suddenly collapsed into a deep hole tens of meters deep, revealing a chasm.

Only the figure of Martial Saint remained, standing in the middle of the deep hole.

More accurately, Martial Saint was not standing.

His body below the waist had sunk into the soil and rocks beneath his feet, with only half of his body exposed, seemingly forcefully pushed into the ground.

His upper body was now in tatters, his strong muscles shining under the moonlight like marble sculptures.

However, his muscular body was now covered in scars, with his shoulder collapsing downwards, broken bones exposed, blood seeping out.

The surrounding grass, trees, and rocks had been completely destroyed by the furious force, crushed into dust, and dispersed by a gentle breeze.

"Th-this," Immortal Yun He from the sky above raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling a chill.

Those who had reached the powerful Nascent Soul Stage were not foolish, and now they regarded Martial Saint and Qiao Mu as formidable enemies, not underestimating them.

However, the recent blow still shook him deeply.

Immortal Yun He suddenly remembered the incident where his Nascent Soul Dharma Body sneaked into Peach Blossom Villa at night and stealthily destroyed something.

At that time, he was very puzzled, so he called two Nascent Soul Elders for help out of caution.

Now it seems that… it was not just caution, but rather arrogance for his Dharma Body to infiltrate the Peach Blossom Villa, which is home to both Martial Saint and Qiao Mu.

"Luckily I acted prudently today, just observing from the sidelines and not being arrogant."

Immortal Yun He felt a bit scared, and sneakily glanced at the two people beside him from the corner of his eye.

He noticed that Yun Hu and Cloud Sea had indifferent expressions, not even lifting their eyelids, as if they weren’t surprised at all.

"It seems like the two senior siblings have great composure and are well-prepared."

Immortal Yun He immediately calmed down.

To be honest, he lost a Nascent Soul Dharma Body, feeling a bit uncertain, he asked for help from two elders to protect himself.

Looking back now, it’s clear that these two elders are older and more powerful than him for a reason.

……

Under the sky.

The Martial Saint pressed his one-armed on the ground, blood and air gushed from the numerous holes on his back, and he leaped up.

He stood up, his shoulder collapsed on one side, looking terrifying, but his expression remained indifferent as he walked slowly towards Qiao Mu, each step exuded a sense of pressure, without saying a word.

Qiao Mu also remained silent, looking up at the sky without any other movement.

The battle with the Martial Saint was intense and consuming all their efforts, leaving no room for distractions.

In a brief moment just now, he had a sudden intuition, sensing three "gazes" from above, watching from a high vantage point.

This strange feeling of being watched suddenly appeared and disappeared in just a moment.

Clearly, someone was secretly watching from a far distance. At a certain moment, the three people showed some emotional instability, which made Qiao Mu sense something.

"So, it’s another cultivator."

Qiao Mu lowered his gaze and looked at his almost severed waist.

His body was now on the brink of death, even if a deity came, they couldn’t save him. He had three chances to resurrect within seven days.

Above the clouds, there were three cultivators. Based on his intuition, those three should be Nascent Soul Elders from the Immortal Gate, just like Immortal Yu Hua who died by Qiao Mu’s hands before.

In other words, he still had to face three Nascent Soul Elders, plus the Martial Saint…

Qiao Mu closed his eyes, but everything around him was reflected in his mind.

Apart from the three Nascent Soul Immortals in the sky, he also noticed the night wind blowing through the mountains, the furrowed brow of Wu Qizheng and Mountain Mother in the distance, as well as the mountain bandit Zhang Kui who had returned to the mountain stronghold and was urgently gathering the villagers to take shelter…

"Since that’s the case…"

From Qiao Mu’s sincere dream in the mountain, he also realized his own arrogance and desires deep inside.

Life is always full of choices, simple ones, difficult ones, cost-effective ones, and tough ones.

His choices and desires were actually the most arrogant.

Qiao Mu lifted his head and locked eyes with the approaching Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint furrowed his brow slightly.

"What, at this moment, do you still want to beg for mercy?"

The Martial Saint emerged as a martial artist from the sea of corpses and blood, with vast combat experience, no taboos, and tricks such as feigning death or weakness would hardly deceive him.

He naturally noticed that Qiao Mu, at this moment severely wounded and almost cut in half, had little hope of recovery left.

Regular martial artists, when facing death, usually lose their will to fight and their fighting spirit fades away.

But for someone like Qiao Mu, who has a lot of experience with near-death situations, he has been through too many of these moments.

At this moment, he is not feeling completely hopeless. He is still holding on to his last bit of energy, obviously gathering the remaining strength in his body, preparing for his final strike in this life.

The Martial Saint slowly walked closer, sensing Qiao Mu’s condition, so he did not rush forward.

Just a moment ago…Qiao Mu changed his mind.

It seems like even his last ounce of determination has faded away, for some reason, he gave up the chance to make a final attempt against the Martial Saint.

"Enough." The Martial Saint stopped in his tracks, looking down at Qiao Mu from above, feeling somewhat disinterested.

In his view, Qiao Shuangpian’s fight up to this point has been quite challenging.

A few years ago, the first martial artist Qiao Zhong of the Qiao family he encountered made a lasting impression on him.

He spared Qiao Zhong’s life because at that time, Qiao Zhong was only a 4th rank martial artist, but he showed rare determination.

There was a small possibility for him as a martial arts talent, but without the necessary resources, he couldn’t reach his full potential.

Times have changed, and now, facing another member of the Qiao family, the situation is different.

The Martial Saint decided not to kill the 4th rank martial artist Qiao Zhong.

However, when facing Qiao Shuangpian, who was also challenging him, the Martial Saint couldn’t show mercy, no matter if Qiao Zhong fought to the end or begged for his life.

"Have you given up… very well. Do you have any last words?" The Martial Saint looked down at Qiao Mu.

"Yes," Qiao Mu replied.

"Speak," the Martial Saint said sparingly.

But Qiao Mu didn’t look at him; instead, he raised his head and gazed at the sky.

Right now, a breeze is blowing, and the round moon in the sky is gradually covered by clouds, dimming the cold moonlight from before.

"Martial Saint." The moonlight shining on Qiao Mu slowly fades away, leaving his face shrouded in shadows, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

"What’s the use of eating those weaker than even me?" Qiao Mu suddenly spoke.

"If I were to devour every inch of my Qiao family member’s flesh and blood, can you slaughter an immortal?"

The Martial Saint’s gaze fell on Qiao Mu’s face, showing a slight change in expression.

His eyes followed Qiao Mu’s line of sight, glanced at the sky, his mouth slightly curved up before turning calm again.

"It seems I underestimated you."

He stepped towards Qiao Mu, his large hand suddenly enlarging and reaching for Qiao Mu’s head.

"As someone like you…" The Martial Saint’s large hand enveloped half of Qiao Mu’s body, his two fingers pressing lightly on either side of Qiao Mu’s head, saying lightly:

"It should die by my hand, to merge with me as one!"

The Martial Saint stomped his foot, causing the ground to start moving like a living thing. Before anyone could react, the ground cracked open with a ripple spreading outwards.

His large hand continued to swell, enveloping Qiao Mu entirely. The flesh on his hand began to constantly contract and expand, with the veins wriggling like worms.

Thousands of years ago, there existed the extraordinary martial arts technique known as the "Absorbing Energy Method." Both the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique" and the "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill" are not simply about absorbing power but refining it through a rigorous process.

Through spiritual refining and refining as iron sharpens iron, a sharp blade is honed.

The mind of a superb martial artist, refined through spiritual practices, is like hardened steel. Even if defeated, it merely shows a lack of skill, not necessarily a breakdown of their refined mind.

The Martial Saint’s Martial Saint Spiritual Technique is a combination of physical and mental cultivation. Every time he devours a defeated opponent, it is a test of their mind, facing their martial spirit head-on.

Each consumption is a trial. Passing through strengthens the mind like hardened steel, failing results in being reduced to scrap iron.

Qiao Shuangpian passed away at the age of 1135.

Just a few breaths of time passed.

Qiao Mu’s body quickly shriveled up, like a dry twig, falling from the gap between the Martial Saint’s palms.

The Martial Saint’s body flesh rapidly squirmed at an astonishing speed, wounds healing quickly, and bones clicking as they healed, even the body slightly swelling in size.

When the Martial Saint opened his eyes again, a fleeting divine light flashed in his gaze, turning into a substantial sword light, slashing towards Wu Qizheng and Mountain Mother who were rushing from a hundred meters away.

Mountain Mother’s gaze fell on Qiao Mu’s shrunken body, her expression slightly fluctuating, the ground beneath her feet suddenly shaking, a piece of rock abruptly rising from the earth, blocking the sudden sword light.

The divine light in the Martial Saint’s eyes faded, a hint of weariness on his face, but it soon disappeared, returning to calmness.

To the outside world, only a few breaths had passed.

But for the Martial Saint, swallowing Qiao Shuangpian’s remaining divine power with the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill was not an easy task, feeling quite lengthy.

The Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill, nurturing battle with battles, sharpening iron with iron, refining the spirit.

Anything he can kill will make him stronger.

"Are you so eager to come and die?"

"Don’t rush." He took big steps towards Mountain Mother and Wu Qizheng.

After Qiao Shuangpian died in battle, Martial Saint’s condition improved even more.

"Next, it’s your turn."

Mountain Mother is not ordinary. As a giant monster who can enter the Yunxiao Sect’s vision, she is extraordinary.

If we consider this Black Mountain as Mountain Mother’s "body," her total monster blood and energy far surpass ordinary martial artists and many other powerful monsters, even by a large margin.

Of course, blood and energy are one thing, real combat is another.

Although this Black Mountain is huge and has endless divine power, to experienced fighters, it seems more like a sluggish and cumbersome giant.

The Martial Saint arrived a bit faster this time. Qiao Mu had just awakened the Mountain Mother and they hadn’t had time to conspire on how to deal with the Martial Saint when he arrived. As a result, there was little cooperation between the two sides.