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Chapter 729 - 389 Martial Saint_2

Chapter 729: 389 Martial Saint_2

She made a vivid comparison, "You can imagine yourself as a fish in water, and Martial Saint World is the land, you are about to go ashore now."

Fang Zhixing understood, took a deep breath, and pressed both hands against the crack, pulling it apart left and right.

The crack slowly widened, revealing a deep passageway.

Fang Zhixing stepped forward, his eyes met with various chaotic lights, and his Divine Soul Perception was also a blur.

"Wuu wuu~"

Suddenly, the sobbing wind reached his ears, the strong wind blowing his hair back.

Fang Zhixing looked attentively, and at this moment, he was in a cold alley, with walls on both sides.

He turned around, and there was also a wall behind him, with a twisted crack on the white wall.

Fang Zhixing looked down at his wrist guard, thankfully, the little blue girl was still there. She looked around and said, "This is a strange place."

Fang Zhixing asked in surprise, "You haven’t been here before?"

The little blue girl replied, "The exit’s location is always changing, entering Martial Saint World could be at a new location each time."

Fang Zhixing understood and moved forward.

This movement was staggering; he felt his steps were heavy, as if he had fallen into a quagmire, struggling to move.

Fang Zhixing took a breath, and his throat immediately felt a scorching pain, as if it were being slashed by a knife, unbearably uncomfortable.

He tried to release his Divine Soul Perception, but his whole head exploded in an instant, dizzy and blurred.

He gritted his teeth and continued forward.

Soon, he emerged from the shadows into the sunlight.

Hisss~

As soon as the sunlight touched Fang Zhixing, his skin tingled with pain, as if he were a piece of meat being mercilessly cooked on a hot iron plate.

Fang Zhixing felt even worse; he had no choice but to exert his martial power to resist.

Gushing, gushing, gushing~

Blood crazily surged within his body, like refreshing rain, bringing a burst of coolness.

Fang Zhixing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling he could hold on for the moment.

He lifted his head and looked around.

The sun was setting, it was probably the afternoon.

What caught his eye was an antique small town, reminiscent of Jiangnan landscapes.

However, this town was utterly silent, without a single person in sight.

Weeds as tall as half a person overgrew on the streets, creating an inexplicable sense of desolation.

Fang Zhixing walked while looking around, and after a while, he tried to release his Divine Soul Perception again.

This time, he succeeded.

For a moment, the entire town reflected in his heart, sweeping over it with a godlike perspective.

He confirmed, there was no one living in the town, not even a stray dog.

It was as if a war or plague had happened; all the residents had fled.

Suddenly!

He noticed a small temple outside the town, with smoke rising from it.

Fang Zhixing picked up his pace and ran towards it.

The temple door was skewed.

In the courtyard, there was a gray-haired hunchbacked old man, dressed in coarse hemp clothes, barefoot, incredibly shabby.

At this moment, the old man was making a fire to cook, with wild vegetables boiling in a big pot.

The scene made it clear that this man was living a very primitive life.

Fang Zhixing stood outside the door and knocked.

Thump, thump~

The gray-haired old man first paused, then violently turned his head.

The next second, his wrinkled face showed enormous fear, scared he collapsed onto the ground.

"???"

Fang Zhixing paused, then asked, "Old man, can you understand me?"

The gray-haired old man shivered, sweating coldly, and said tremblingly, "You, you, you monster, where did you come from?"

"..."

Fang Zhixing’s mind churned, uncontrollably thinking of something.

And the gray-haired elder, as if suddenly recalling something, climbed up, ran into the temple, grabbed a rusty iron rod, and rushed back out.

He held up the iron rod, positioned himself, his expression grave and tense, and shouted, "Monster, I was once a ’Martial Sect’ master, I advise you to know better and leave quickly."

Upon seeing this, Fang Zhixing asked again, "In your eyes, what do I look like?"

"How would I know what you look like?"

The gray-haired elder glared and shouted, "You stand in the midst of a blood-red thick fog, not showing your form; I can’t see your face at all, just lots of tentacles waving about."

Fang Zhixing looked around himself, there was no blood-red fog, no tentacles anywhere.

"Just as I thought!"

The reaction of the gray-haired elder confirmed the guess in Fang Zhixing’s heart.

In the other’s eyes, Fang Zhixing was a tentacled monster, terrifying as such.

Fang Zhixing asked, "What happened here, why are you alone?"

The gray-haired elder shouted, "Feigning ignorance, where such monsters appear, there must be plague, maladies, and a lot of death; all the people of the town have been killed by you!"

He glanced at the temple beside him, which was indeed a Chaotic Burial Mound, with many grave markers.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zhixing vaguely understood something.

The energy aura emanating from his body could indeed be quite harmful to the people of the Martial Saint World.

Just like nuclear radiation!

"You are a Martial Sect, come, let me test your martial arts level."

Fang Zhixing gestured with his hand.

The gray-haired elder’s face quickly turned ugly; he had aged, his Qi-Blood weakened, hardly having much strength left.

"This is too much, I’m going to fight you!"

The gray-haired elder swung the iron rod, shaking it, and the rust on the rod rapidly flaked off, emitting a dense black light.

He struck with the rod!

Fang Zhixing’s eyes slightly widened, his body going on full alert as he felt a strong sense of danger approaching.

He did not hesitate, his right hand transformed into a giant, and he forcefully threw a slap.

Bang!

The giant hand hit the front end of the iron rod, emitting a circle of visible airwaves, bending all the plants around it.

Fang Zhixing felt a chill in his heart, feeling pain and numbness in his right hand, uncontrollably trembling, and couldn’t help but step back three steps.

At the same time, the gray-haired elder also staggered back continuously, his iron rod shaking violently, buzzing incessantly.

But the wrinkles on the old man’s face spread out as he cackled, "So you monsters aren’t that strong after all, nearly scared me to death."

"Not that strong..."

Fang Zhixing was speechless for a moment; he was at the peak of the Nirvana Realm, and even though his power was suppressed in the Martial Saint World, he could still unleash seventy to eighty percent of it.

Unexpectedly, an old Martial Sect master was looking down on him!

Fang Zhixing chuckled, intending to test a few more moves, but he suddenly felt a suffocating sensation along with a stinging pain like needles all over his body.

"Can’t hold on anymore, I have to go."

Without any hesitation, Fang Zhixing turned and left.

Seeing this, the gray-haired elder shouted, "Where are you going?"

He swung his iron rod and charged out.

Fang Zhixing ran ahead while he chased from behind.

Fortunately, his legs were not agile, and he could never catch up to Fang Zhixing.

Back to that alleyway, Fang Zhixing charged straight at that wall, tore open a crack, and squeezed through it.

After a dizzying moment, Fang Zhixing burst out of the crack, back to level minus two.

He gasped heavily, like a drowning person surfacing for air.

Shortly afterward...

Fang Zhixing recovered, feeling relaxed, all discomfort receding like a tide.

The blue-robed little girl, unknown when, projected herself again and said, "Not bad, it’s quite remarkable that you lasted more than fifteen minutes on your first entry into the Martial Saint World."

She decisively added, "It seems that after your blood mutated, you are able to adapt better to the environment of the Martial Saint World than others."

Fang Zhixing asked, "Why do the natives see me as a monster?"

The blue-robed little girl replied, "You emit the energy aura of our world all the time, causing pollution and disturbing the natives’ minds when you arrive at the Martial Saint World, so naturally, they think you are a monster."

Fang Zhixing clicked his tongue in wonder and remarked, "From what I see, the Martial Saint World is doomed, filled with haze and smoke, and the natives seem almost extinct..."