Chapter 382: The End of Martial Artists

Tian Xiong, the old man, seeing Li Yi, a young, vigorous, and blood-filled junior martial artist, had no intention of retreating or escaping. At this moment, he was like an old martial artist who was happy to see a hunter, wanting to compete with Li Yi in fist intent and compare notes.

"I deliver one punch, and your life and death will be uncertain. Old man, have you thought it through?" Li Yi walked over, clenching his fists. With every step, his momentum grew stronger. The Qi and blood in his body surged, and silver brilliance erupted all over his body. These brilliance intertwined, as if he were wearing heavy armor, setting him off like a god descending to the world.

Tian Xiong, the old man, raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene. A hint of brilliance also rarely appeared in his turbid eyes: "What a terrifying Qi and blood, simply inhuman. I, Tian Xiong, have seen countless geniuses in the past thousand years, but not a single person's Qi and blood could reach your level. Even if the resources of the entire Four Seas and Eight Bazhou world were exhausted, it wouldn't be able to nurture a character like you."

"In you, I seem to see the vastness and breadth of the outside world. It's a pity, truly a pity. You appeared too late. If you had appeared a few hundred years earlier, why would I, Tian Xiong, have been trapped in the Four Seas and Eight Bazhou?"

In the silver Qi and blood brilliance of Li Yi, he vaguely saw an endless world. There must be countless powerful enemies there, and even the Dharma Aspect Realm was just a starting point, not the end. There was more powerful martial arts there, or perhaps the path could be continued.

Thinking of this, his heart, which had been silent for who knows how many years, also surged inexplicably.

Afterwards, he laughed wantonly: "Hahaha..."

The sound shook the main hall like rolling thunder, shaking the underground palace, and the thin cosmic energy around him was mobilized by his fist intent, surging over.

Laughing and laughing, a tear appeared in the corner of Tian Xiong's eyes.

The new era he had been looking forward to for a long time had appeared, but the result was to be opened with his own end. Heaven was still so unfair to him—it was like this before, and it was like this now.

In a trance, Tian Xiong's memory returned to the land of the Four Seas and Eight Bazhou a thousand years ago. He was not a born powerhouse, but a martial artist who rose from the humble beginnings step by step. It was just that the journey was too bumpy and arduous. He lost his parents, wife, children, and friends. In anger and grief, he roared at the sky, broke through the realm successfully, condensed his fist intent, and since then, his fists had suppressed the Four Seas and his power had pressured the Eight Bazhou, until he finally became a Dharma Aspect Realm powerhouse.

But after breaking through, the path of martial arts also reached its end.

Tian Xiong suddenly lost the meaning of life. He had been a king, enjoyed himself, lived in seclusion, indulged himself... In the end, he couldn't defeat the years, his physical body decayed, and he could only become a Ghost God to exist in the world. But without a body, he couldn't even feel the hot blood of a martial artist. Neither human nor ghost, living for a long time seemed to be just for the sake of living.

In the laughter, Tian Xiong reviewed his life, which seemed long but was actually short. At this moment, the cosmic energy of the entire underground palace gathered in one place, and his withered body instantly filled up, turning into a middle-aged man, as if he had returned to his youth. This man had saber-like eyebrows, a firm face, gloomy eyes, and a robust body, as if a peerless hero had descended to the world again.

"Thank you for being willing to wait for me to mobilize my spirit and reach the peak again."

Tian Xiong's fist intent boiled. Facing the incoming Li Yi, he was not afraid at all, clenching his thick palms into fists.

"So that's how it is. Without a physical body, relying on soul power to gather cosmic energy to act as Qi and blood, forcibly retaining a breath of strength?" Li Yi saw the clue, his silver vertical pupils glowing: "Doing this is very damaging to the soul, and it's not lasting. After one punch is delivered, you will have no strength to fight again, and you might even have your soul scattered."

"I didn't expect you to have such insight? No matter. I have practiced martial arts all my life, not singing but living, but singing and dying. Being able to deliver a peak punch can be considered not in vain for living in vain for so many years."

Tian Xiong's aura had reached its limit at this moment, but he still forcibly grasped this power, not letting it leak out at all.

Li Yi looked at this old man deeply.

Sure enough, the temperament of the martial artists of the Four Seas and Eight Bazhou was like this.

Even if they became Dharma Aspect Realm, even if they died and became Ghost Gods, they could think of desperate moves similar to heart blood. They could restore their peak and fight for their lives with enemies, not stingy with their lives at all.

It's a pity that the cosmic energy of this world is too thin, otherwise, with the character of the martial artists of the Four Seas and Eight Bazhou, they would really fight out an extraordinary path of cultivation.

"Come."

Accompanied by a sad roar from Tian Xiong, a gale immediately blew in the gloomy main hall, as if to blow out the silver firelight burning on Li Yi's body.

No.

This was not wind.

But a soul storm, carrying Tian Xiong's fist intent.

In this storm, Li Yi felt that he was like a small boat on the sea, so small, as if he would be overturned to the ground at any time.

"Soul mobilizing cosmic energy, affecting reality and the mind, this is close to magic. Has a Ghost God who hasn't died for a thousand years explored to this point?" Li Yi was very surprised. Although Tian Xiong's body and mind had decayed, the accumulation of a thousand years also allowed him to reach an astonishing height in the use of soul power.

The next moment.

Accompanied by the sweeping gale, the entire underground palace was shaking, as if a giant carrying monstrous power was breaking through the wind, making people's bodies and minds tremble.

"Then let one punch decide the outcome."

Li Yi also roared at this moment, the silver brilliance all over his body turned into Qi and blood wolf smoke, rising into the sky, like a sharp sword shattering this gale.

Hum!

In this instant, the gale stopped abruptly, and the whole air seemed to hum.

At this moment.

The fist intent that wanted to compete with Heaven carried boundless power and attacked Li Yi.

Tian Xiong grasped this last power to the extreme. Where the fist wind passed, it didn't hurt the nearby ground at all, and didn't even bring up fist wind. It attacked all the way, only seeing him tear a hideous gap in the air with his fist wind, like a long spear stabbing directly into Li Yi's heart.

Although it was not magnificent, this punch had already surpassed all martial artists in the Four Seas and Eight Bazhou and could be called invincible.

However, Tian Xiong was strong all his life. Even in the end, he was unwilling to lose to Li Yi, so he delivered this punch first, wanting to use fist momentum to suppress people and gain the upper hand.

If Li Yi was shaken by the fist intent and felt panic in his heart, he would definitely lose.

However, Li Yi possessed the divine blood and also condensed the fist intent. How could he be shaken? He didn't retreat at all, but took a step forward, like a young man, sharp and brilliant. The silver fist Qi condensed, and the terrifying physique brought unparalleled divine power. Without any extra fancy moves, he delivered the most simple punch.

This was a killing move in the Mountain-Shaking Fist passed down by his master Zhao Ge, named Shaking Shanhe.

But when performed through Li Yi's fist intent, it didn't seem to be shaking the mountains and rivers, but destroying them.

The two fist edges intersected in an instant and collided together.

The martial artist of the Four Seas and Eight Bazhou who had reached the extreme of martial arts confronted Li Yi, a latecomer who dual-cultivated multiple methods—a contest between two eras.

The cosmic energy exploded and poured out at this moment, mixed with brilliant silver brilliance. These two forces gathered, merged, and finally turned into trails of Qi that spread out. Just the remaining power affected, the magnificent palace had already collapsed, and the thousand-year-old underground palace couldn't withstand such power, starting to collapse. Meng Meng Fanxing, who was wandering outside the main hall, was just swept by the power, and his tall body flew backward, nearly shattering his Yin God body.

This kind of power was not on the same level as him at all.

Meng Meng Fanxing revealed a look of horror. He retreated rapidly, unwilling to be affected, to avoid dying in a muddled way.

And the other Yin soldiers and ghosts living in the underground palace couldn't withstand such remaining power at all, wailing painfully one by one. Some weak ghosts even collapsed on the spot, turning into a mass of rich Yin Qi and dissolving away.

Fortunately, Li Yi and Tian Xiong only fought one punch and didn't fight a fierce battle.

The power of this punch came fast and went fast.

When the remaining power was exhausted, the palace had become a ruin, but everything returned to calm.

"Who won?"

Meng Meng Fanxing was very urgent to know the result. After all, this was related to the Four Seas and Eight Bazhou and the future destiny of the Four Great Noble Families, and also related to his own life and death.

At this moment.

In the ruins.

The silver brilliance was still brilliant, and Li Yi's tall body stood in it. The punch he delivered was slowly put down. He was still full of Qi and blood, his life was surging, and his whole body was unharmed.

Instead, on the ruins, one of Tian Xiong's arms and half of his body were blasted to pieces. The cosmic energy he gathered could no longer be grasped, and it completely dissipated. Along with it, his body, which had instantly become old, also dissipated.

After delivering a punch, he was too severely injured, and his time was up.

"I lost." Tian Xiong's gaze dimmed rapidly at this moment. Once a martial artist loses, his spirit is exhausted.

"It's not you who lost, it's your world."

Li Yi said: "The Four Seas and Eight Bazhou is too small to nurture a true powerhouse. You forcibly controlled cosmic energy with soul power to deliver a peak punch, which is already amazing enough. It's a pity that the cosmic energy here is insufficient. Your fist power has reached the upper limit and cannot be improved. If it were in my world, the power of this punch would be at least several times higher."

He didn't lie; reality was just like this.

Even if Tian Xiong mobilized all his soul power, the cosmic energy he could gather was very limited. If it were in a place where cosmic energy was abundant, he wouldn't need to consume so much, and could deliver the peak punch just now at will.

This is the upper limit and helplessness of the world.

"So that's how it is. The gap between worlds? No wonder when I delivered the punch, I couldn't shake your body. Your physique is close to a god, far beyond what human power can reach." Tian Xiong's old face was calm. He had no unwillingness. After all, this was the fate of his thousand-year-old Ghost God. Who told him to grow up in this world?

Saying this, he struggled to stand up again.

"However, losing is losing. It's no big deal. It's just death. But being able to deliver this punch in hundreds of years, I can be considered to have died in the right place. Young man, my path has come to an end, and your path has just begun."

After saying this sentence, he didn't move anymore. His broken body still maintained a strange posture, as if he had set up an ancient fist frame.

This fist frame was Tian Xiong's beginning, and also his end.

With a trace of calmness and a smile at the corner of his mouth, Tian Xiong's broken body suddenly collapsed after maintaining it for a few seconds, turning into a mass of rich Yin Qi, dissolving in the underground palace, without leaving a trace.

"Go well." Li Yi clasped his fists and bowed.

Regardless of Tian Xiong's past, this martial artist's spirit was worthy of his respect. ===== CHAPTER 383 =====