Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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"What are you going to do?"

"Traitors and villains, everyone must be punished!"

"Capture the assassin!"

In the midst of shouting and cursing, Hai Siyuan led the crowd forward and slashed at a Flying Fish Guard in front of Emperor Yonghe.

The weapons clashed, swords and knives flashing in the air, making loud sharp sounds. The fierce wind even left a mark on the tall columns of the Golden Palace.

Hai Siyuan’s attack was blocked and didn’t work.

His opponent was a highly skilled martial artist ranked first in Spirit Refining.

The Flying Fish Guard were the eyes and personal guards of the Great Yan Emperor.

Emperor Yonghe valued his safety highly, so his personal Flying Fish Guards were very strong.

Even though there were no superb martial artists, Emperor Yonghe was surrounded by a hundred Flying Fish Guards, some of whom were ranked third in Spirit Refining. Reinforcements were also arriving from all directions.

The old soldiers from the solitary city in the desert, like Hai Siyuan, were not ordinary martial artists anymore.

The Inhuman War forty years ago was the biggest battle in Great Yan’s history, a fierce battlefield where nearly a hundred thousand people died.

Hai Siyuan and others persisted for forty years.

When stranded in the lonely city, the Hundred-mile Desert was a barren land with scarce water and food.

It’s hard to cook without rice. Without enough food and medicine, how can one build up strength for training internal strength?

So during these forty years, the warriors’ martial arts skills improved only slightly. What mainly grew over these forty years were their own spirits, willpower, and combat skills.

This was also the deliberate result of cultivation by the Great Dao Sect cultivators… After all, the so-called "Hundred-mile Desert" was originally a Sect Secret Realm.

As they exited the desert, it was a time of reaping the rewards of their past efforts.

In front was Hai Wuya’s "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," and behind was Qiao Mu’s "Human Path Sutra."

This gave these soldiers in their sixties the possibility to continue advancing their martial arts skills when their vitality declined in their later years.

Besides this, the Great Yan Imperial Court provided these soldiers with retirement funds, and Minister of Rites Hai Wuya’s personal wealth also supported them to progress further.

Until today.

Just a few months after leaving the desert, twenty out of the three hundred old soldiers have reached the third rank in Spirit Refining martial arts.

According to the Great Yan Imperial Court’s system of the nine ranks of martial artists, a third rank martial artist who joins the court becomes a third rank "武散官". Although this position doesn’t hold much power, being at the third rank comes with a title of a dispersed general. �

The title of a general, even if it is merely honorary, is still quite rare.

Even among the one hundred Flying Fish Guards who protect the emperor at this moment, there are only around twenty-four or twenty-five who have reached the third rank.

"Hold on, the advantage is ours," the leader of the Flying Fish Guards, who just blocked Hai Siyuan’s strike, shouted.

"This is the imperial palace, as long as we hold on for a little while, reinforcements will arrive."

"These treacherous rebels are surrounded, there’s no way out for them!"

As he spoke, the bright sword in his hand glimmered like a fierce wind, slashing towards Hai Siyuan’s chest and abdomen.

Little did Hai Siyuan know, he swung his sword toward his head, uncaring.

It seemed like they both would be hurt in this fight, testing who would be the first to give in and defend.

As the top-ranked Flying Fish Guard, he was not about to back down. He practiced the "Fierce Wind Fast Sword" technique, exceling in quick attacks and already having the upper hand.

Just as he was about to pierce Hai Siyuan’s chest, the enemy’s sword had not yet struck him.

In the blink of an eye, the Flying Fish Guard sensed danger. Goosebumps appeared all over his skin, but he had exhausted his strength and had no energy left to defend himself.

Suddenly, two swords were passed to him. One was placed in front of Hai Siyuan, blocking the Flying Fish Guard’s strike.

The other sword was aimed at the side of the Flying Fish Guard’s waist, wielded by two veteran soldiers who had rushed to help.

With two swords attacking him, a flash of blood, the top-ranked Flying Fish Guard suffered deep cuts to his waist and neck, collapsing to the ground as blood spurted out.

"Working seamlessly together, comrades watching each other’s backs… " The Flying Fish Guard grasped his throat, his eyes wide open in shock.

"No, this has already gone beyond mere understanding and cooperation."

He staggered and fell to the ground, glancing around the palace only to see the other veteran soldiers employing similar tactics.

One person restrained while two or three others cooperated to strike from the side, if one person’s movement was a fraction too slow, it would result in mutual harm and bloodshed on the spot.

However, the seamless coordination of these veteran soldiers was terrifying, no verbal commands were needed, not even eye contact, yet they could cooperate flawlessly and stake their lives on each other…

This has exceeded their understanding of a "seasoned veteran".

This is like the difference between fighters who rely on physical strength and fighters who rely on intuition and quick reflexes.

The former dodges attacks based on experience in battles, while the latter can sense danger like a wild animal and avoid it in advance.

However, even the sharp intuition of a wild animal has its limits. Sometimes, when facing a stronger fighter relying too much on intuition, they may be misled. Spirit Refining martial artists who rely too much on intuition often meet a tragic end.

Hai Wuya stood in the middle of the battlefield, observing the fighting around him, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Is this some kind of special martial arts?" he asked.

"Yes, it’s the ‘Military Spiritual Technique’ created by Li Changge, our brother," Li Changshi said.

Both the ‘Spiritual Technique’ created by Li Changge and the Martial Saint gradually evolved in different directions.

The original ‘Spiritual Technique’ was created by Li Changge for his wife Madame Bai, allowing them to sense each other’s location even when apart, not meant for combat.

The ‘Military Spiritual Technique’ was created by Li Changge during his time trapped in a lonely city, aimed at enhancing cooperation among soldiers.

Acting as one, sharing thoughts, every sharp-sensed spiritual refining soldier could serve as eyes and ears for each other, cooperating seamlessly.

When the two sides clashed, the Flying Fish Guards immediately felt uncomfortable and started to retreat.

The white-headed soldiers seemed to fight individually but occasionally teamed up, making it hard to defend against. Each Flying Fish Guard felt like they were facing attacks from three or four skilled soldiers at once, how could they not be defeated?

Yan Shenji also witnessed this scene.

"In the future, martial artists have come up with new and creative things, which is progress in martial arts."

"But… their strength is still a bit lacking."

There are more Spirit Refining martial artists among the Flying Fish Guard, totaling more than twenty people. Although they do some simple coordination, they mostly fight individually.

These old soldiers’ martial arts skills on paper are not as good as the Flying Fish Guard, but in life and death battles, they can definitely be considered as masters to these Flying Fish Guard.

Yan Shenji mentioned the Human Emperor Sword once again.

If he doesn’t take action soon, his descendant Emperor Yonghe might fall into the hands of these old soldiers.

Every time he tried to draw his sword to intervene, the barely breathing Qiao Shuanggui would suddenly rise again and tightly entangle him.

This Qiao family member not only disregarded his own life, but his heavily wounded body also possessed astonishing vitality, with wounds even healing on their own, truly impressing the three-hundred-year-old antique Yan Shenji.

"But all of this ends here," Yan Shenji said calmly.

"The emperor’s soldiers are strong and their horses are mighty!"

"That’s why the prosperity of Great Yan is sure to continue."

Inside the palace, his fist was the biggest.

So whether it’s an assassin or a supernatural being, he can serve as a crucial lifeline to ensure the survival of the Great Yan Royal Family.

"Haha, truly worthy of being the founding emperor of this dynasty, full of courage."

Qiao Mu burst into loud laughter.

His entire body’s pores were oozing blood, the fresh blood mixing with the burnt black skin from the lightning strike, creating a terrifying sight.

However, his eyes were very bright because he had seen the opportunity to turn the tide in the fierce battle just now.

For a martial artist, Yan Shenji was a quite formidable opponent.

He was a martial arts genius from an early age, already sweeping through Jiu Province three hundred years ago, unmatched in the world, wielding the Human Emperor Sword to establish the Great Yan Imperial Court.

Not to mention Yan Shenji, who has lived for over two hundred years.

Backed by the Great Yan Royal Family for over two hundred years, Yan Shenji has consumed countless precious treasures collected by the Great Yan Imperial Court over the years.

Among these treasures, the main ones focus on enhancing internal strength and extending lifespan, but there are also some rare fruits that can cleanse the body and change one’s constitution.

Whether it’s vitality or internal strength, over the long years, with the help of numerous precious treasures, Yan Shenji has reached a level far beyond an ordinary person.

As a martial arts prodigy who has been training for three hundred years, he is capable of mastering various martial arts to perfection, even reaching a state of perfect mastery.

As an ancient relic of three hundred years, he belongs to the same category of martial artists as Qiao Mu.

His vitality, internal strength, and skills have long surpassed those of ordinary people.

It is only when he appears in the guise of a young man that his true, profound strength is revealed.

Yan Shenji, a young man in his prime with slightly weaker physical strength, was able to rival Qiao Mu, who is at his peak now.

This is a wealthy individual who grew up with resources from the mortal kingdom.

He is not only a founding emperor with extraordinary courage and vision, but also looks like a flawless warrior.

No flaws?

Qiao Mu laughed loudly, his sharp gaze locking onto Yan Shenji like a blade.

The clash between Spirit Refining martial artists is not just about techniques, but also about their mental strength. Qiao Mu has already noticed a flaw in the founding emperor of Great Yan’s mind.

"Yan Shenji, are you really going to confront those experienced soldiers?" Qiao Mu gathered his internal strength, his voice booming like thunder in the palace.

"As the founding emperor, you have extraordinary courage. You established a great achievement in troubled times, dared to call immortals your subjects, and knelt on the ground to pay respect…"

"Since you are such a hero…"

"So, where were you during the Inhuman War forty years ago?"

Yan Shenji kept swinging his sword without pausing, but his eyes showed a slight change.

"There can be many reasons for cowardice," Qiao Mu exclaimed loudly.

"It could be a disillusionment with the world, a desire for immortality, a sense of duty for the greater good, or a need to protect future generations and ensure the eternal glory of your royal family…"

"You know the reasons deep in your heart."

Qiao Mu pointed towards the Golden Pavilion, charging towards Emperor Yonghe’s loyal soldiers including Hai Siyuan:

"These elderly soldiers, these treacherous rebels who dare to challenge authority, were once the warriors of Great Yan! They defended the city bravely for forty years, always carrying the spirit of Great Yan’s fearless warriors in their hearts!"

"It was them who went to the battlefield and faced death during the Inhuman War four decades ago, not you!"

Qiao Mu’s voice was like thunder, resonating throughout the Golden Pavilion, overpowering the sounds of other soldiers fighting and shouting.

Yan Shenji fell silent and hesitated to swing down the Human Emperor Sword he held up.

This was indeed a difficult obstacle for him to overcome, a thorn in the heart of the man known as the "Great Yan founding emperor."

Three hundred years ago, Yan Shenji was a proud hero, unmatched in the world, with unwavering determination.

Three hundred years later, Yan Shenji’s martial arts skills and inner strength far surpassed his past self, making his current abilities incomparable to those of the past.

Except for one thing.

His state of mind.

The three-hundred-year-old antique was truly no longer young, despite once dominating all, he was now facing the setting sun of his life.

Even though his power was greater than before, at three hundred years old, with undiminished vitality and an unchanged body, his heart had aged.

In his youth, he was full of spirit, daring to challenge the heavens and confront kings with his blade.

When you get old, you understand the importance of being kind and cherishing talents, taking care of the overall situation, being patient and strategic, and knowing when to step back.

Yan Shenji’s weakness is not in martial arts, but in his inner self.

In the past, he was a rough hero who overthrew the old dynasty.

Today, he is like a crucial protector of the current dynasty.

Therefore, when facing cruel politics at the Great Yan Imperial Court and the Nine Immortal Gates’ influence…

Instead of being on the cruel battlefield, he was in the palace as a royal protector. This change affected his state of mind.

"Qiao Shuanggui… You do have a sharp eye."

Yan Shenji’s gaze was firm.

"I am old now, does this answer satisfy you?"

At this point, he felt a bit envious of the Qiao family member in front of him.

Yan Shenji believed that he and Qiao Shuanggui were the only two immortals in Jiu Province, living much longer than normal people.

He used to be the founding emperor of Great Yan, but now his heart has grown old.

However, this Qiao Shuanggui is even older than him.

Even after carefully considering the cost, Qiao Shuanggui was willing to make the reckless decision to enter the imperial palace alone.

Acting on hot-blooded impulse is something young people do, yet this person is older than him and still acts with such determination regardless of the cost.

Compared to Emperor Yonghe, who was separated by many generations, Yan Shenji felt a stronger sense of mutual understanding with Qiao Shuanggui, who lived in the same era and seemed to never die.

"As one grows old, one must respect their elders." Qiao Mu, who was 375 years old, picked up the King Qin Sword and said:

"Yan Shenji, your answer doesn’t actually matter."

"To judge a person, look at what they do, not what they say… You have lived in the palace for forty years and have already made your choice."

At this moment, he stood in front of the Golden Lofty Palace, standing between Yan Shenji and over two hundred old soldiers, like a towering wall separating the two.

The meaning is very clear.

Hai Siyuan and the other old soldiers would not just watch Qiao Mu die in battle and then leave.

He is the same.

If Yan Shenji, holding the Human Emperor Sword, gets involved, none of the old soldiers can stop him.

This decisive figure truly has the power to turn the tide of battle alone.

So, it was time for Qiao Mu to die.

As he faced Yan Shenji’s questioning earlier, Qiao Mu’s momentum kept building up step by step, reaching a peak with each growing force.

All internal strength in his body burst out. At this moment, his sword was like a condensed source of energy, resembling a crimson sun emitting a dazzling light.

"This is my final internal strength….Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method!"

"Magical Sword Fighting!"

The sword appeared.

The sword’s blood-red light was as bright as the rising sun, like a rainbow piercing through the sky. For a moment, it seemed as if the dark night sky lit up.

This was the famous spiritual refining sword technique of Earth Sword Immortal. Only with unwavering belief in one’s invincibility and courage could the brightest edge be revealed.

"Well done!" Yan Shenji shouted, his eyes wide open.

"A person like you should allow me to use the proud skill that once dominated all opponents and send you to your glorious end."

"Four Poles Opening Sky Sword!"

There were more advanced martial arts techniques beyond Long Life Fist, such as Yan Shenji’s Ripple Stacking Wave Strength, which he had only mastered to Triple Wave. However, he also had his own created Imperial Extreme True Skill.

Yan Shenji stomped his feet, raising the sword swiftly. The surging dark yellow energy, like a sea, coiled around the sword like a dragon as it pierced through the air.

With a loud bang, the roof of the Golden Palace collapsed and shattered. The strong gusts of air lifted the roof tiles high into the sky.

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Taoist Qingyi, who was watching the battle calmly, suddenly frowned. He reached out his hand, and a paper man floated out from his sleeve, taking on his appearance and standing above the clouds.

In the next moment, Elder Qingyi turned into a rainbow light and soared far away.

The battle between the two earthly martial artists truly surprised him. Although their released internal strength had a short distance and limited range, it couldn’t pose a threat to him so high above in the sky.

However, he didn’t forget that Yan Shenji had the Human Emperor Sword, a weapon capable of depleting a nation’s fortune and forcefully stripping the ability of cultivators to fly in the sky.

In other words, Yan Shenji, holding the Human Emperor Sword, made Elder Qingyi feel somewhat threatened. Elder Qingyi couldn’t act as condescendingly as before.

Elder Qingyi, as a senior cultivator with Nascent Soul, ran away. Other cultivators, from Golden Core to foundation building, may not fully understand what happened, but they followed suit and left one after another.

In the sky above the imperial palace, only a few Paper Taoists remained, creating a somewhat deserted scene.

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