Chapter 114: It's Just a Failed Civilization

Wang Wu has never told anyone in this world his master's name, but he has said that his master is the head of the Jitian Vajra Sect.

When that name slipped from Wang Wu's mouth, there was no feeling like the grand sound he had previously heard in that unknown place.

It was… rather plain.

Until everyone left the ground together, including the starship docked in the airport.

Qin Xiang felt the strength of his disciple's inner power and couldn't help feeling a bit dissatisfied.

How long has it been, and this kid is still at the eighth rank, only just reaching the mid‑eighth stage.

Clearly he has already used the Heavenly Vessel to expand his meridians; he just checked, and although he hasn't used it long, the width of his true vessels already exceeds the level of ordinary people with average talent.

Coupled with those supplements, he should, by now, be at the late eighth rank.

"You brat, have you used up all those supplements you bought?"

So Qin Xiang asked his disciple in his mind.

"No, Master."

"Then why is your realm only at mid‑eighth now?? Your meridian width is already pretty good, much stronger than an ordinary person, and with the supplements I gave you, your cultivation speed should be a thousand miles a day, right? Why so slow?"

"Um…" Facing his master's questioning, Wang Wu felt a bit embarrassed.

He had indeed been somewhat lazy during this period.

"I admit my mistake, Master. My daily life has been busy, delaying training; that's my fault…" Thus, Wang Wu immediately apologized in his mind to the master who was controlling him.

"Never mind, never mind."

Qin Xiang didn't intend to harshly rebuke Wang Wu; seeing Wang Wu acknowledge his fault, he comforted him:

"In the future, remember to train diligently; even if life is busy, you can carve out some time at night to practice. Of course, if you can have real combat, that would be even better."

"Um, okay, Master."

"However, even though you're still at the eighth rank." Feeling Wang Wu's inner aura and the techniques he has learned, Qin Xiang manipulated Wang Wu to twist his neck.

"Then you could at least try it out first."

"Experience what, Master?" Wang Wu asked curiously.

"True Martial."

As soon as the words finished, Wang Wu immediately sensed an abnormality emanating from within his body.

A massive, continuously surging force suddenly rose from deep within his body, leaving him unable to comprehend where this power originated.

Moreover, as this force surged, Wang Wu felt his inner true Qi undergo a dramatic transformation.

Both a qualitative and quantitative change.

"Do you feel it, disciple?" Qin Xiang guided Wang Wu's body higher and higher; as his inner true Qi surged and changed, Wang Wu's body began to continuously collapse, yet recovered at rapid speed.

This means some of the power has already exceeded his body's limit, so he cannot sustain it for long.

But that's already enough.

"This is the True Martial state; fully experience it, this absolute power."

The so‑called True Martial state is, simply put, a Burst Seed state with few side effects; once activated, it can boost a warrior's combat power by about tenfold, and the enhancement is almost all‑round.

It sounds wonderful, and indeed it is. As long as the recovery rate can offset the rapid consumption of true Qi, this transformed form can be maintained indefinitely.

Purely positive enhancement, with not a hint of negative effect.

"Um, as for why Wang Wu's body is now having issues, it's because the master Qin Xiang possessing him has a power level that's too high."

Even with Wang Wu's innate bodily limits, under Qin Xiang's true Qi assistance, Wang Wu's body was forcibly over‑clocked to the fourth‑rank realm.

From eighth rank to fourth rank, it's no wonder the body would collapse.

"Master, why do I feel like I'm going to die!?" Though the master now holds control of his body, Wang Wu can still easily sense his current bodily condition.

"You won't die." Qin Xiang said, "It's just the body collapsing; I'll swiftly finish this place, and it can be resolved within an hour."

"Appropriate injury is only beneficial, never harmful, for cultivation of the martial path; disciple, remember that."

As he said, a piece of skin peeled off Wang Wu's body.

At that moment, Wang Wu's aura and strength surged to the limit he could endure.

Fourth rank.

Whether in the Great Zhou or the Great Shang, this is a height their extraordinary individuals have never reached.

Earth martial arts, of course referring to the Earth of Brother Assassin. There, martial prowess is judged simply by speed.

Ninth rank is a full Mach, eighth rank ranges from one to eight Mach, seventh rank from ten to eighteen Mach.

And these belong only to the "lower three ranks" of Earth's ninth‑rank martial system.

From sixth rank up to fourth rank, they constitute the "middle three ranks" of the ninth‑rank martial system.

Sixth‑rank warriors have speeds of twenty to one hundred Mach, meaning they surpass the intercontinental missiles of the Great Zhou dynasty.

Breaking through to fifth rank starts at one hundred twenty Mach, up to two hundred sixty Mach.

At this speed, a warrior's flight within the atmosphere alone is enough to cause a natural disaster.

Fourth‑rank warriors are the top tier of the middle three ranks.

Their speed starts at three hundred Mach, reaching 360,000 km/h. This is the strength Wang Wu has attained at this moment.

Of course, he cannot actually fly at that speed, because doing so would cause his body to shatter instantly.

He cannot truly be considered a fourth‑rank in the proper sense; he was forcibly pulled by master Qin Xiang into a realm that doesn't belong to him.

The maximum speed a fourth‑rank warrior can reach is six hundred Mach.

That's 735,000 km/h; in half an hour, one could fly from Earth to the Moon, since the Earth‑Moon distance is only 250,000 km.

That's 204 km/s, already exceeding the fourth cosmic velocity.

At this speed, an object's collision with air no longer produces a so‑called "sonic boom cloud," but something far more terrifying.

Yet this is only a fourth‑rank warrior, and this realm is essentially the limit most Earth martial‑arts enthusiasts can reach.

They have no desire to advance further on the martial path; for them, fourth‑rank strength is already sufficient.

But that is not the limit for ordinary people.

With martial arts as developed as they are today, any ordinary person willing to work hard can, for them, definitely reach at least the third rank—not to mention the top first rank or the second rank.

A third‑rank warrior starts at 1,200 Mach and goes up to 5,200 Mach, about 0.006 times the speed of light.

A second‑rank warrior starts at 10,000 Mach and reaches 50,000 Mach, roughly 0.05 times the speed of light.

A first‑rank warrior starts at 100,000 Mach and goes up to 200,000 Mach, 22 % of the speed of light.

From the third rank upward, each subsequent step is a chasm as vast as a heavenly trench.

This is the public ranking of top‑tier strongmen in human society as used by Master Qin Xiang's family, and also the strength tiers of Wang Wu's senior brothers and sisters.

Within the human civilization sphere of Earth and the entire solar system, the lords of the nine major cities are first‑rank, the strongest among humanity.

But the masters are not included, including the brother of Shashou Ge, the world's number‑one expert and also the lord of Yun Guang City, one of the nine major cities.

They are above the first rank; this realm has no grade, only a title, which is:

Supreme Master.

It sounds a bit cheesy and lacks flair, but everyone calls them that.

Or they are also called T0 masters.

Master Qin Xiang's strength is comparable to Shashou Ge's Wu Yun, both at 0.6 times the speed of light, and their fights often see each other winning.

Although Shashou Ge truly is the "world's number‑one master," he also bears the nickname "T0 gatekeeper," which needs no further explanation.

If you can beat him, you're T0; if not, you're sent rolling down to sit with the first‑rank masters.

At that moment, feeling the momentum in his body peak, Qin Xiang turned his head to look at the crowd behind him.

Then another fragment peeled off his face.

"You should feel fortunate," the "Wang Wu" possessed by Master Qin Xiang said, looking at the crowd.

"My good disciple sent me to save you; he is even willing to burn his own life."

"You ants…" the possessed Wang Wu's gaze was utterly cold.

"Therefore, you should be grateful."

"Then remember him firmly, this life and the next, never forget," Qin Xiang said.

Of course this was to boost his disciple's prestige and favor; as a big boss of the Demon Sect, he naturally masters many prestige‑boosting methods.

After speaking, Qin Xiang raised his hand and flung the completely stunned crowd far away.

"Watch closely, watch how I level this place."

In an instant, the few people and the starship were hurled at tens of Mach toward Si Hun Shan's exterior.

Meanwhile, at the original spot, the great witch named "Sheng" had already vanished.

In the distant city, likely the central area, sharp whistling sounds rang out in succession, as if the noise came from antiquity, cutting across time and space.

"Hahaha, ridiculous…"

Qin Xiang's figure vanished in an instant, and a second later he was in the high sky thousands of miles away.

He raised one hand high, and endless golden light began to gather from his palm.

At that moment, his disciple Wang Wu's body also began to peel away in large sections, exposing the bones beneath the flesh.

"Wu Lang!!!!!!"

Inside the spherical fortress, several female demons and hatchlings let out mournful shrieks; even Wang Wu's comforting words did nothing.

Fortunately, Wang Wu had already locked the door, preventing them from leaving or doing anything extreme.

On the other side, the dozens who were flung out clearly saw Wang Wu's current state, which was, of course, Qin Xiang's deliberate act.

After all, such a perfect chance to show off is meaningless if others can't see it.

In the city below, one massive silhouette after another appeared; their bodies were grotesquely twisted, yet their garments were lavish and imposing, exuding sky‑piercing demonic aura.

Besides that, there were also terrifying divine thoughts.

Those were divine thoughts essentially on par with the third‑rank warriors of Shashou Ge's hometown.

But they were merely a few such thoughts.

"Then witness, you failed civilization," Qin Xiang's expression was arrogant and cold.

"Behold what the cosmic overlord has created—"

"The power of the earthly god."

In an instant, from Nan Zhou to Tong Zhou and then Yuan Zhou, the three regions became as bright as day.

Bodies disintegrated piece by piece, atoms in the palm collided and fused repeatedly, releasing massive energy that was instantly compressed.

Immediately followed by another collision, fusion, and compression.

Wang Wu's body kept shattering; more than half had already turned into stark white bones.

His skeleton glowed brilliantly under the intense light, appearing supremely holy.

"Great Sun Bright Light"

Accompanied by a gold orb the size of a marble slowly falling, a line slipped gently from Wang Wu's mouth.

But everyone heard his voice.

"Ah! My wife's grave!!" Wang Wu shouted.

"Damn, why didn't you say earlier? I already released it!!!"

"Never mind, it's fine; she wouldn't mind anyway."

Si Hun Shan was instantly devoured.

(End of Chapter)