Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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This old man, born in the prosperous era of Great Yan, viewed all heroes as tools for the Great Yan Emperor, hence he repeatedly regretted letting enemy go.

He didn’t see these people as worthy opponents, but merely as Great Yan subjects who had not fully submitted yet.

"How dare the rebels?!" Chief Commander Chu Tianming of the Imperial Guards couldn’t sit still any longer; how could he continue to command with such disregard for his authority?

The Imperial Guards were elite soldiers, but that didn’t mean they had no fears.

Faced with such a fierce and powerful enemy, even though they still had the strength to fight, they couldn’t help but feel fear and their fighting spirit wavered.

Chief Commander Chu Tianming could only watch in dismay as the ten thousand Imperial Guards slowly perished while he stayed in the rear.

So, for him, the only superb-ranked warrior, the current task was to stop Qiao Mu’s momentum, while the other Imperial Guards by his side delayed him, draining his energy and strength.

He donned his armor, led a group of elite guards, and charged forward with a large spear in hand.

But before he could get close, he heard a sharp sound coming towards him. The King Qin Golden Body rapidly expanded in his eyes, scattering the formation of Imperial Guards along the way.

It was Qiao Mu who, using his incredible strength, forcefully hurled the invincible King Qin Golden Body.

Chu Tianming’s eyes widened in anger, as he dodged to the side and fiercely thrust his spear.

In just a moment, he felt his hand shaking and bleeding as the tiger’s grip was too strong to resist, almost making him fly backward with the spear in his hand.

With this throw, a gap of two hundred meters was created among the line of ten thousand Imperial Guards, leaving a trail of blood and fallen armor behind.

With a loud bang, King Qin Golden Body smashed the steps of Han White Jade Dragon in front of the Golden Dragon Palace into pieces.

Commander Chu Tianming of the Imperial Guards fell to the ground, feeling a bit dazed.

"This time underestimated the opponent, these are powerful martial artists… not like the Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon known for agility and spiritual strength."

Chu Tianming knew that even if the Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon reincarnated, it would perish in battle.

But Qiao Shuanggui in front of him was different.

His body was incredibly strong, combined with the intense internal strength from centuries of practicing Pure Yang Wuji Skill. Holding the King Qin Shield, Qiao Mu was a formidable obstacle that seemed unbeatable.

However, Chu Tianming didn’t know how much energy Qiao Mu had used up. If another twenty thousand Imperial Guards were to come, would that exhaust him completely?

"A lone warrior with a spear, breaking through the enemy’s defense? If I hadn’t experienced it myself, how could I have known?"

"After meticulously planning out a thousand moves, just one misstep, this time it’s me–" Chu Tianming muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Qiao Mu had already passed by the fallen Chu Tianming without even making a finishing blow, continuing forward without any pause.

The heavily wounded ten thousand Imperial Guards couldn’t keep up with his charging speed at this moment, they were left behind as he widened his field of vision. Ꞧ

At this moment, there were only a few Imperial Guards and Flying Fish Guard left in front of him. Beyond them stood Emperor Yonghe upon the tower.

Emperor Yonghe’s face turned slightly green.

He didn’t practice martial arts himself, and stayed in the deep palace for a long time.

Since the Inhuman War forty years ago, the Great Yan Imperial Court has enjoyed forty years of peace without any battles. So even Emperor Yonghe felt a little nervous seeing such a large battlefield for the first time.

"Can we really rely on the Great Dao Sect in times of trouble?" Emperor Yonghe glanced at Yan Shenji beside him.

"Ancestor, with this Qiao family member causing trouble in the imperial city…" the meaning behind the words was clear.

Yan Shenji, a crucial figure in the royal family, known as the "Fixed Sea Needle", watched as Qiao Mu broke through the Imperial Guards’ defense, putting Emperor Yonghe’s life in danger.

It was time for the "Fixed Sea Needle" to make an appearance.

Yan Shenji, a mysterious figure in the Great Yan Royal Family, rarely got involved in affairs.

However, whenever he took action, his incredible strength could often turn the tide. For the past two hundred years, he had been a protector of the royal family, known as the "Fixed Sea Needle".

"Alright then," Yan Shenji nodded calmly.

He swiftly moved.

Yan Shenji stood on top of King Qin’s body, standing tall like a spear, with hands on his back, watching Qiao Mu approaching.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered such a brave young person… But I can’t let you continue recklessly," Yan Shenji calmly said.

"Your unique weapon is too dangerous, I can’t give it back to you."

"Now, let me see what your martial arts skills are like." Yan Shenji suppressed the rising fighting spirit in his chest and took the starting position of Long Life Fist.

After witnessing the bravery of the Qiao family member who just faced thousands of enemies alone, Yan Shenji became quite interested in this young person:

"Is this person born with a special strength, like me? Or does he have the blood of a half-demon?"

"Is he a martial arts genius who practices Long Life Fist, or a member of the Qiao family who holds a high position?"

He lived for too long, so his mastery of Long Life Fist has reached a profound level.

If he could spar with a Qiao family member who also understands Long Life Fist, he might be able to estimate the other’s actual age to some extent.

After practicing martial arts for decades, Yan Shenji values talent more than the martial arts prodigy of the Qiao family elderly who are a hundred years old.

If the actual age is very old, there is no point.

Having lived in the deep palace for two hundred years, Yan Shenji believed that his mastery of Long Life Fist surpassed that of the centenarian grandmaster who taught him.

Fourty or a hundred years ago, the Long Life Fist grandmaster, who lived to be a hundred years old, could still discuss martial arts with him, but now he no longer has the opportunity.

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