Chapter 925: The Challenge of the Martial Saint

The old Martial Saint of the Martial Saint Continent challenging Li Yi was not a major event, yet it drew widespread attention—not merely because of Li Yi’s reputation, but because many wanted to know just how strong he had become now.

Especially the senior leaders of the Golden Academy, who needed to base their future decisions on Li Yi’s current strength.

So when Li Yi returned to the Golden Academy to prepare for the old Martial Saint’s challenge, many rushed over to witness it.

Sun Boxiu, as vice-dean, exhaled slightly: “Looks like Li Yi is unharmed—he’s returned safely. I thought he’d encountered danger on the Moon and met his end. Had I known, I should’ve stopped him from going to investigate there. He’s not what he used to be—he holds great status and can mobilize dozens, even hundreds of powerful cultivators on his own. Without Li Yi, who will manage those Daoists?”

“But his risk was worth it—he at least surveyed the far side of the Moon and temporarily resolved part of the contamination issue. This proves there truly is something on the Moon deliberately setting up great arrays to pollute Earth. Now that the problem has been found, it’s only a matter of time before it’s solved—far better than being left in the dark before.”

At this moment, Xiao Jianguo also appeared within the Golden Academy, joining Sun Boxiu to observe the duel between the old Martial Saint of the Martial Saint Continent and Li Yi.

Not just him—Zhao Yongshan, Wang Chengjun, Li Weiguo, and other former elite defenders of Earth’s frontline had all come.

If all goes well,

They will take advantage of the situation to launch their cross-dimensional warfare plan, and since the Golden Academy is Earth’s hub for the strongest cultivators, holding the meeting here will yield the highest efficiency.

Thus, though it was merely an ordinary sparring match, it drew crowds from all sides—even many former faces from within the Golden Academy gradually reappeared.

Such as Luo Tianyou, Bai Sinan, Wang Hu, Peter, Wu Zuohua.

While waiting for the old Martial Saint to arrive, Li Yi sensed many familiar energies—those of people he had once known, companions from his journey. He never expected that after so many years, they would still gather here at the Golden Academy.

“That loser Li Yi still hasn’t kicked the bucket,” Wang Hu muttered nearby, frowning as if deeply resentful.

Since he began his cultivation, he’d always believed himself no weaker than others, yet every time he faced Li Yi, he was humiliated.

“Li Yi’s growth rate is astonishing—he’s reached a level capable of stirring up storms,” Wu Zuohua sighed, remembering when Li Yi first entered the Golden Academy as a novice.

Now, in the blink of an eye, he’s become a major figure, while Wu Zuohua himself, though powerful, is now as distant from him as earth is from heaven.

“Li Yi cultivates so fast—I’ve used the time-force of strange lands to accelerate, yet I still can’t catch up,” Bai Sinan shook his head slightly, forced now to admit the gap between them was truly immense.

“But with so many experts gathered here at the Golden Academy, and many high-ranking figures appearing—does this mean cross-dimensional warfare is truly about to begin?”

Then Bai Sinan fell into thought.

He never imagined that with just one mention from Li Yi, everyone had immediately cooperated—such a massive undertaking had been decided by a single word.

“The number of experts keeps growing,” Lin Yue, standing beside Li Yi, felt immense pressure. Though she bore no hostility, when the gazes of those powerful cultivators swept over her, she could barely endure it.

“Li Yi, I’ll watch from afar—be careful.”

Lin Yue took a deep breath, gazed deeply at Li Yi, and upon seeing him nod, said no more and immediately withdrew.

She never imagined that with her own strength, she no longer had the right to stand beside him.

Has the gap between them grown this wide?

Lin Yue felt pride for Li Yi, yet also bitterness—for this meant their distance would only widen further, and she might never again share a moment with him.

As more and more people arrived,

soon,

a terrifying surge of blood qi dyed the horizon crimson, and a suffocating pressure descended, as if an ancient demonic king had awakened, causing heaven and earth to tremble slightly.

“He’s here—the top martial expert from the Martial Saint Continent, Martial Saint Wu Tianji!” someone cried out in shock.

A bearded elder with white hair and a youthful face stood with hands behind his back, stepping through empty air, each step bringing a faint tremor to the heavens and earth.

With every step, his aura grew stronger, forcing all to retreat—anyone too close risked being shattered by his blood qi.

But Wu Tianji was not alone; behind him walked two other old Martial Saints—one massive, tall, wrinkled-faced, with thick hands; the other an elderly woman, her white hair hinting that in youth she must have been breathtakingly beautiful.

These two Martial Saints were clearly also from the Martial Saint Continent, here not only to witness the path of martial cultivation, but also to bolster Wu Tianji’s standing, lest the Golden Academy claim the Martial Saint Continent had no one.

“Wu Tianji, stay sharp—don’t disgrace us. You represent the face of the Martial Saint Continent,” the massive, wrinkled elder barked.

“Li Shenquan, shut up. Let Wu Tianji focus on the fight. This young man Li Yi is terrifying—even from afar, I can feel the divine power surging in his body, roaring like thunder. I doubt he’s even human anymore,” the white-haired woman said gravely, her voice cold and melodious as a maiden’s.

“A strong opponent is better—otherwise, why would we have come all this way?” Li Shenquan snorted, radiating supreme arrogance.

Yet as the strongest of his realm, he had every right to be proud.

Even after crossing dimensions and witnessing countless cultivation paths, he still believed his Divine Fist was invincible.

Li Yi stood atop a cloud of auspicious light, watching the old man steadily build his aura and advance, unmoved. Since becoming a divine being, his body was no longer mortal—none in his realm could match him.

“Young man, aren’t you preparing?” Wu Tianji narrowed his eyes.

“You’re the challenger,” Li Yi replied calmly.

Wu Tianji froze, then burst into laughter, his beard and hair flying as a staggering martial will surged into the heavens—within it, all felt an overwhelming, supreme dominance, as if he alone ruled all life.

The aura and martial will merged, potent enough to shatter the primordial spirits and disintegrate the bodies of cultivators.

Even the former Moon Demon King had lacked such grandeur.

“Fall back further—this old Martial Saint is stronger than we imagined,” the Golden Academy’s cultivators retreated again, avoiding damage to their souls from the martial will.

“Strike,” Li Yi said nothing more, merely assuming a fist stance, then unleashing his own fist intent.

In that instant, lightning crackled across heaven and earth, divine roars echoed, as if the cosmos would be obliterated in a single moment—this world was engulfed in apocalypse. Even supreme dominance over all life meant nothing before the power to destroy heaven and earth.

This fist intent—

The old Martial Saint’s pupils shrank sharply; even he was shaken to his core.

He had assumed this young man Li Yi was merely powerful—but never imagined he had carried his martial path to such a height.

(End of Chapter)