Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere
Chapter 1967: Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts

Chapter 1967: Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts

"Boom!"

A deafening roar!

Connor's body was sent flying in an instant, crashing heavily onto the walls.

The walls were smashed through immediately.

Upon witnessing this scene, the onlookers erupted in cheers and jubilation.

The disciples supporting the Cult Leader had expressions filled with excitement. In their eyes, their Cult Leader was a god from the heavens, unbeatable by anyone.

But the next moment, their smiles froze.

Because Connor had returned unscathed.

Countless people had already perished under the darkfire just moments ago, so these people were acutely aware of its terror. No one had expected him to withstand the darkfire so resolutely. Notably, his clothes showed no signs of damage.

"What kind of person is he?" The crowd couldn't help but exclaim.

Even the Cult Leader of the Blood Moon Sect, upon witnessing his unharmed return, displayed a hint of astonishment. He had been extremely confident in the power of his darkfire, doubting anyone could withstand it.

Though he seemed unaffected now, the moment the darkfire touched him, he had nearly exhausted all his spiritual energy to resist it, barely managing to endure.

If not for that, he would likely have been seriously injured by now.

However, this had a significant impact on Connor. Suddenly depleting all the spiritual energy within his body was not something he could easily replenish in a short time, making the upcoming battle much more challenging for him.

"I never expected you to still be alive," the Cult Leader remarked, his expression one of mild surprise.

"I never expected you to still be alive either. My punch clearly shattered your soul," Connor said softly.

Upon hearing his words, the Cult Leader couldn't help but burst into laughter, then said calmly, "Connor, you are too naive. Do you really think that after living in this world for so many years, I would be killed by you so easily?"

"Did I only destroy a fragment of your soul just now?" he inquired softly.

"You're quite clever," the Cult Leader nodded lightly, then his figure flickered, and he created four clones.

Connor squinted, observing his surroundings. At this point, all four of the Cult Leader's clones emitted the same aura, making it impossible to discern the original from the remnants.

This was why the Cult Leader had survived when facing the siege of the four major sects. Most warriors in this world were unaware of the ability to separate one's soul, which was one of the Cult Leader's most terrifying aspects.

Unless you could completely kill his soul's core, you couldn't kill him. Several decades later, he could return to his peak state by devouring others' souls. That was why he had managed to live for so many years in this world.

"Your soul is already strong enough. Even without a body, there are few in this world who can truly threaten you. Why do you still need to seize others' bodies?" Connor hesitated for a moment before asking softly.

"Do you think my current strength is formidable?" The Cult Leader looked at Connor with a hint of sarcasm. "Your understanding of power is shallow. The most powerful warriors in this world are considered Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts. But in reality, they are nothing more than the equivalent of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators from thousands of years ago. Nascent Soul Realm was insignificant back then!"

"Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts?" Connor frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Don't you know that in this world, there are Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts?" The Cult Leader seemed to detect his confusion.

"I didn't know..." Connor shook his head lightly. After all, he had only been in contact with martial cultivation for two years. Although his strength was terrifying, there was much about martial cultivation that he didn't understand.

"In any case, you're about to die soon. I might as well tell you the biggest secret of the martial world," the Cult Leader paused before continuing. "In the eyes of most martial practitioners, the most powerful warriors in this world are Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts, and no one can break through to become a Celestial Ancient Martial Master !"

"Isn't that the case?" Connor asked inquisitively.

"Of course not!" the Cult Leader shook his head and continued, "Not only do Celestial Ancient Martial Master exist in this world, but there are also many Ancient Martial Arts who have reached the pinnacle. However, once they break through to become Celestial Ancient Martial Master, they enter the realm of Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts!"

"Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts?" Connor's astonishment grew as he listened, for this was something Jorge had never mentioned before, indicating that he might not have known these secrets either.

"Do Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts truly exist in this world?" Connor asked.

"Of course, they do, and as far as I know, the highest level attainable by humans is the rank of Eightfold Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts. No one has been able to reach beyond that, which means that there are no known martial practitioners who have surpassed the realm," the Cult Leader said calmly.

"Since there are Eightfold Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts in this world, why have I never seen them before?" Connor furrowed his brow, his expression growing increasingly puzzled. Initially, he had doubted the Cult Leader's words, but now it seemed as if the Cult Leader was not lying to him.

"You haven't seen them because they wouldn't let ordinary martial practitioners discover their existence. Even Celestial Ancient Martial Master hide their tracks and don't participate in ordinary affairs. They only want to focus on cultivating and breaking through to higher realms to gain more power," the Cult Leader replied. "The reason you believe that the highest level for martial practitioners is Pinnacle Ancient Martial Arts is due to a conspiracy created by higher-level martial practitioners!"

"What do you mean by that?" Connor's unease continued to mount as he listened, and he began to sense that something was not quite right.