Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

Chapter 250 (1)

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Fresh blood trickled down King Qin’s face, dripping onto the ground.

This blood isn’t King Qin’s, because King Qin is no longer a living body.

This blood comes from a cultivator at the Elder Qingzhuo sect who is at the Foundation-Building stage. Just like the other cultivators, he looks relaxed, and was chatting and laughing with his fellow sect members just a moment ago.

With a senior brother at the Golden Core stage leading the way, and an elder at the Nascent Soul stage overseeing the situation, even if the sky were to fall, there would be someone tall enough to hold it up. What could he possibly be afraid of?

In an instant, he had turned into a blurry lump of flesh, smeared on the ground, with a little blood remaining on King Qin’s face.

At this moment, the cultivators’ first reaction was confusion and astonishment.

The Inhuman War had been going on for forty years. Can you believe there are still martial artists who resist against it?

And, why did they start a fight at a time when the elders were present? The timing couldn’t have been worse.

Even though a powerful cultivator had died in front of them, the monks still found it hard to believe what they were seeing.

This doesn’t make sense…

The most confused ones are not these cultivators, but King Qin in Qiao Mu’s hands.

He suddenly felt dizzy and Qiao Mu lifted him up.

King Qin was barely conscious, struggling to control his body.

When he realized, blood from the Great Dao Sect cultivator was dripping down his cheek.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? No, what is Qiao Miao doing with me?"

King Qin was completely puzzled and didn’t react.

"How dare you!" quickly shouted a cultivator.

"How dare mere mortals act so boldly!"

"Quickly, drop your… drop your weapons and surrender!"

In response, another fleeting figure swept past.

"Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps!"

At this moment, Qiao Mu suddenly stomped his foot, and his figure disappeared into the wind, almost turning into a faint shadow like Dao Xu under the bright sun. He swung the King Qin Sword in his hand once again.

This time, the cultivator in front of him seemed to be prepared. After a moment of panic, he quickly gestured a secret spell with his hand. His Taoist robe fluttered in the windless moment, emitting a faint blue light.

The faint blue light faintly formed a circle, enveloping his whole body.

Obviously, this was a protective treasure garment. It looked like a light Taoist robe, but it actually had strong protective abilities, being invulnerable to water and fire, and shielding the cultivator’s physical body from knives and spears.

After activating the protective garment on his body, the Foundation Building cultivator with a horse face immediately became calm. The previous brief panic disappeared without a trace, and he smirked, saying:

"Occasionally in this world, there are foolish insects trying to shake the tree–"

Before he finished speaking, there was another deafening boom.

"Junior Brother–" Dao Fei’s face changed color.

As one of the only two cultivators with a golden core, his spiritual awareness was naturally sharper than those junior disciples in the Foundation Building period, and his reactions were quicker.

But he was still a bit late.

He saw the faint blue light surrounding his body shatter in an instant, hearing a clear crack in the emptiness, and the light dimmed in a blink of an eye.

Within the dim light, he saw the smile on the face of the horse-faced cultivator slowly turn into horror, as he witnessed Qiao Mu’s hand holding King Qin’s head, which then fell heavily on the face of the horse-faced cultivator like a heavy hammer.

Seeing the horse-faced cultivator’s face distorted and deformed under the heavy blow, with his flesh and bones sinking and morphing, eventually becoming a bloody mess.

With a loud bang, the street collapsed into a small pit, and a ring of smoke and dust drifted away.

The second Foundation Building period cultivator died.

Unlike the previous cultivator who was ambushed and killed by Qiao Mu, this horse-faced cultivator quickly reacted and activated the treasure on his body in time.

The situation hasn’t changed at all. The only difference is that this cultivator with a horse face died a bit more "dazzlingly"?

"How could the Qingyun Dao robe not withstand the attacks of ordinary martial artists?" The cultivators were in an uproar, only realizing the danger after the fact this time.

However, it was already too late.

These cultivators had no idea that they would encounter an attack from a superb martial artist here, with about half of the cultivators already on the ground, only tens of meters away from Qiao Mu.

This distance was just a moment for Qiao Mu.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method · Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps!"

A thick blood-colored energy emanated from his body, with energy bursting from under his feet, leaving behind afterimages on the street in the blink of an eye.

Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps is the best light-footed skill in the world. Even though it wasn’t Qiao Mu’s main focus in his lifelong practice, he mastered it to a great level during his long life.

In the advanced stage of Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, climbers need to step on wet mountain rocks for support and ascend up a hundred-meter waterfall against the current.

Completing the advanced stage means Qiao Mu can ascend waterfalls against the current with ease, showing exceptional body balance and speed.

Today, when Qiao Mu unleashed the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method and combined it with the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, chaos erupted among the cultivators, creating a bloody scene.

The King Qin in his hand had no strength left to fight back, as he wielded it with great power. Wherever he went, blood and flesh scattered, staining the robes of the cultivators. Their protective auras shattered in an instant, almost feeling like entering a deserted land.

Dao Fei’s expression darkened in an instant. As the supervisor of this training, he couldn’t just stand by and watch his fellow disciples being killed.

He quickly formed a hand seal, summoning a golden bell that rapidly expanded from his palm, growing to the size of a house, and aimed it towards Qiao Mu’s King Qin Golden Body.

The golden bell shimmered, with glowing runes flowing across its surface like tadpoles, briefly emitting a bright light.

As a cultivator of the immortal path, using magic treasures requires more than just their physical hardness; it involves skillfully harnessing their power.

Dao Fei’s Blazing Essence Golden Bell, although made of the same material as King Qin’s golden body, had long been cultivated as his essential treasure for the Golden Core period, so he was not afraid at all…

Next moment.

With a loud noise, the roaring sound waves turned into visible ripples sweeping in all directions. The entire market street shook, the ground collapsed with a bang, and a cloud of dust burst.

Dao Fei trembled slightly all over, his face paled slightly.

With a sweep of his divine consciousness, he discovered a dent on his treasured golden bell that he held dear.

And this damage was caused by just an ordinary martial artist?

No… this must be because Qiao Mu still had the King Qin Sword in his hands!

……………

When the golden bell collided with King Qin’s golden body, the roaring sound waves swept in all directions, resonating throughout the entire city.

The Great Qin City wasn’t totally empty, some people didn’t leave with the majority.

The faithful believers saw a flying boat descend from the sky and thought it was a sign of divine intervention, so they worshipped and paid their respects.

"The Immortal Boat is descending from the sky, the True Immortals are arriving!"

"Look, are we headed to the market square? I heard there was a big commotion there today, with martial artists from afar causing trouble…"

Witnessing this scene almost brought tears to his eyes.

As the clouds parted, a magnificent Sky Boat appeared in the sky, with immortal beings transforming into various colors of rainbow light, descending like rain from the sky.

For a moment, they thought it was the gods descending to earth, almost moved to tears.

Some brave members of the public, driven by a sense of pilgrimage, wanted to get closer to see the true faces of the immortals.

However, as they approached the market street, they witnessed a scene that would remain unforgettable for them.

On the Sky Boat, there were indeed dozens of cultivators descending from the sky in rainbow forms.

However, they didn’t look as peaceful and wise as they appeared from afar, instead they had grim faces, showing their anger without disguise.

They each cast spells and displayed their skills, conjuring flames, lightning, flying swords, and other magical techniques that rained down from the sky like drops of rain, creating a colorful and dazzling scene that was almost blinding.

"What are the elders doing?"

The people were confused at first.

"Wait, inside those lights, it seems like there’s a person? Hmm? It looks like two people?"

When they finally saw the figures in the light clearly, they were stunned.

It was a middle-aged man with white hair, who appeared to be a martial artist, but was holding a strange and unusual weapon.

Dozens to hundreds of spell lights inundated the white-haired martial artist.

The people saw the unattainable Immortal Elders of the Great Dao Sect actually joining forces to besiege a martial artist?

What’s even more strange is that this martial artist stood firm amidst the siege, wielding a strange-shaped mysterious weapon that seemed impenetrable, blocking the Immortal Elders’ magical attacks? All deflected?

"What’s happening? How come the immortals are attacking a martial artist?"

"Wait…am I seeing it right? What’s that thing the martial artist is holding, why does it look like a person?"

The people were surprised at first, but when they saw King Qin’s appearance clearly, they were almost turned into stone.

King Qin was the king of the Great Qin City, and in the recent months, he was the most dazzling martial artist in the Zhong Province, seen as the potential leader of the new generation of martial artists and even titled as a king by the court.

But such a prominent figure was being held as a weapon by the white-haired martial artist, swirling in the wind?

The followers found it hard to understand this scene, it was overturning for them, almost shattering their worldview.

King Qin, who was known to be able to suppress the Inhuman Disaster with an iron fist, was being carried as a weapon by someone.

The lofty leaders of the esteemed Great Dao Sect were outnumbering and attacking the white-haired martial artist as if facing a formidable enemy siege.

Not only were they puzzled, even King Qin himself was very confused.

At this moment, his whole body was stained with blood, as Qiao Mu continuously struck down on the cultivators.

King Qin was no longer a mere mortal body; the blood on him at this moment didn’t belong to him, but to the leaders of the Great Dao Sect.

King Qin’s proud golden body could indeed withstand the immortal techniques head-on, but even if he were to be killed, he never expected it would be in such a way.

The most vicious killing strikes at the heart!

Decades ago, King Qin willingly cut off worldly ties, abandoning all earthly matters and dedicating himself solely to the Dao, with a firm and unwavering heart.

Even if defeated by Qiao Mu, he would quickly stabilize his Dao heart, not completely collapsing but placing his hope in the leaders of the Great Dao Sect.

But now, his mind was filled with complicated thoughts.

He had abandoned everything he ever pursued in his life, the Great Dao Sect cultivators he admired all his life suffered heavy casualties in Qiao Mu’s hands, dying when they met and getting injured when they were close.

"Is this Qiao Miao really just a regular fighter?"

"Can a normal superb fighter really break through to the 1st rank? This thought couldn’t help but cross King Qin’s mind."

For the first time in his life, he felt some regret about his choices.

"King Qin, what are you doing?" At that moment, Dao Fei asked.

"Why are you helping the Qiao family’s martial arts?"

"I…" King Qin was at a loss for words.

Is he really helping Qiao Mu, or is he just resisting?

"Well, King Qin has long had the ambition to fight against immortals, boasting that he would suppress you Inhuman Disasters with an iron fist," Qiao Mu smirked.

"He was willing to turn into a sword to help, resembling the Earth Sword Immortal."

"Today, I will lend him a hand."

Qiao Mu used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method and flew across the sky like lightning.

"Samadhi True Fire." Dao Fei and Dao Zhen both opened their mouths, two streams of light red true fire flowed down like water.

The Samadhi True Fire, which forms after reaching the Golden Core stage, is actually the practitioner’s "heart fire." As the cultivator’s cultivation level increases, the heart fire will also gradually transform.

The Samadhi True Fire in the Golden Core period is more fierce than the Etching Bones Li Fire, which is specifically designed to restrain martial artists. Whether it is flesh and blood or soul and spirit, they can be burned to ashes under the Samadhi True Fire.

At this moment, Dao Fei and Dao Zhen both took action, casting their fires to block Qiao Mu’s path from both sides.