Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

Then, without gathering any strength, he simply thrust out a punch.

This punch seemed slow, yet it carried the will of the entire world.

The space where the fist pierced slowly solidified, then shattered piece by piece, revealing deep void fissures behind.

The Demon Emperor’s vertical pupils suddenly contracted, his dark black dragon robe fluttered without wind, and a layer of tangible dark golden dragon-shaped energy instantly surrounded him.

The energy resembled a bell, immediately transforming into nine layers, enveloping his body.

Then, when the Martial Saint’s fist touched the dark golden dragon-shaped energy.

Crack—

A crisp cracking sound echoed as the bell-like energy, transformed by the dark golden energy, instantly blossomed with countless cracks and then completely exploded.

The fist force did not abate, piercing through the second level, third level... up to the ninth level!

The bell formed by the nine levels of energy in an instant was entirely annihilated, the fist continued its momentum, fiercely striking the Demon Emperor’s chest.

Boom!!!

A dull, ancient bell-like sound exploded, the Demon Emperor’s body trembled violently, the dark black dragon robe surfaced with dense cracks.

He grunted, his figure uncontrollably flew backwards, smashing through dozens of hanging dark red stalactites, brutally embedding into the rock wall, kicking up a sky full of stone powder.

Before the Demon Emperor could free himself from the rock wall, the Martial Saint Spirit Body’s second punch had already flown through the air.

This punch still carried no grand momentum.

Only a pure white fist intent refined to its extreme—tearing through the void, appearing instantaneously before the Demon Emperor.

Contained within the fist intent seemed to be the majestic will of the sun and moon’s rotation, the overturning of mountains and rivers—unavoidable, indefensible.

The Demon Emperor roared in anger, crossing his arms to block, a sky-covering black dragon manifestation appeared behind him, baring its teeth and claws, intending to engulf this fist intent.

Yet at the moment of contact between the fist intent and the manifestation, the black dragon emitted a mournful wail, disintegrating segment by segment from the head, dissolving into a sky full of black vapor.

The fist intent struck without hindrance on the Demon Emperor’s crossed arms.

Crack! Crack!!

The sound of bones breaking was clear and audible.

The Demon Emperor’s arms twisted and deformed, his protective demon element completely shattered, his chest hit again, his entire body flying from the rock wall, spraying a mouthful of dark golden blood, his spirit drastically waning.

"Impossible!! You’re merely a spirit body!" The Demon Emperor steadied his stance, his vertical pupils filled with incredible horror.

In the battle hundreds of years ago, he was at a slight disadvantage against the Martial Saint’s true body, yet it took three days to determine the victor.

Now, the opponent before him was only a spirit body, yet with just two punches he’s coerced him into such a desperate situation.

This completely exceeded his expectations.

Faced with the Demon Emperor’s shock, the Martial Saint Spirit Body remained expressionless.

He did not speak, merely stepping forward for the third time, delivering the third punch.

This punch was even simpler, without any hint of fist wind or light, as if an ordinary person gently pushing forward.

Yet in the Demon Emperor’s eyes, this punch seemed to become the entire world pressing down, locking all spaces of evasion, extinguishing all thoughts of counterattack.

Before the fist arrived, its intent had already descended.

The Demon Emperor only felt his blood stagnate and his Demon Soul tremble—a fear born from a crushing of life’s essence.

He roared fiercely, burning his Original Essence Blood without hesitation, once again condensing a black dragon manifestation behind him, yet this time it was much more illusory and riddled with cracks.

Roar—

The black dragon manifestation charged roaring toward the invisible fist intent, only to vanish like a bubble upon contact.

The fist intent broke through the residual shadow of the manifestation without obstruction, gently pressing on the Demon Emperor’s chest.

Pu!!

No earth-shattering sound, just a faint muffled noise.

The Demon Emperor’s body abruptly stiffened, the dragon robe on his chest along with the flesh and bones beneath, all began to silently and spontaneously dissipate, disintegrating around the fist mark, forming an empty hole from front to back.

Torrents of life force and demonic power frantically escaped from the hole, the Demon Emperor’s aura visibly declining at a rapid pace.

"Your... your progress... is so... great!!" The Demon Emperor looked down at the empty hole in his chest, his eyes mixed with shock and unwillingness, his words intermittent.

He dared not linger for even a moment. A dense mist of blood exploded around him, wrapping his mangled body and transforming into a black-red stream of light, tearing through the rock layers above his head, frantically escaping out of the Dragon Burial Abyss, and disappearing from everyone’s perception in an instant.

The Martial Saint Spirit Body did not pursue; instead, he slowly retracted his fist, with a faint white glow once again enveloping his handsome face.

He gazed in the direction of the Demon Emperor’s escape and spoke faintly, his voice echoing at the bottom of the vast abyss: "I was able to reach this point back then, and now, after several centuries, why would you think I’ve made no progress?"

After saying that, he looked towards the corpse of the evil flood dragon.

Then, he pointed with a finger, and several gentle beams of white light burst from his fingertip, precisely penetrating the massive body of the evil flood dragon.

Hissing—

Wherever the white light passed, the jet-black scales, harder than iron, silently parted like a hot knife through butter, with the flesh and bones peeling away.

The large body of the dragon was dissected into the head, spine, heart core, and pieces of flesh containing immense essence, all of which then floated neatly in the air, each part exuding a rich essence qi and faint dragon aura.

"This evil flood dragon has nearly five thousand years of Dao practice, its shell is very thick, its heart core has already formed a dragon origin prototype, and its flesh and bones are a great supplement," the voice of the Martial Saint Spirit Body echoed.

Then, he looked at Jiang Ning: "Flood dragon flesh is a great supplement, just perfect for you right now!"

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, several pieces of flesh flew to Jiang Ning’s front.

"Thank you, Senior!" Jiang Ning cupped his hands.

As he raised his hand, the several thousand catties of flood dragon flesh before him were stored into the Jiezhi Leaf.

At this moment, the Martial Saint Spirit Body raised his hand again, and a fist-sized orb, shimmering with a dark golden gloss and appearing to have a dragon shadow moving inside, flew out from the dragon’s forehead and into his palm.

"This item is the dragon origin, containing the original essence blood of this flood dragon. It’s a good thing coveted by that Demon Emperor, so take it back and refine it well!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Martial Saint Spirit Body waved his hand, and the dark golden dragon origin flew to Jiang Ning’s front.

Witnessing this scene, the Black Feather Demon King’s throat moved involuntarily, and a look of desire appeared in his eyes.

With nearly five thousand years of Dao practice, the flood dragon dragon origin, which was close to a dragon transformation, was something of great benefit even to him.

If he got his hands on this item and refined it, he could increase his Dao practice by three to five hundred years, allowing him to take a big step forward from his current foundation.

The next moment.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, hiding the expression in his eyes.

At the same time, the Martial Saint Spirit Body turned to look at Bai Li and the Demon King Black Feather who were still bowing on the ground.

"The evil flood dragon has been eliminated, I’ve taken the useful parts from the corpse. You can deal with the remaining scales, claws, and other parts as you wish as an extra compensation for using the Holy Martial Order this time," his voice was steady and unwavering, with an indisputable tone, "And also, go back and tell the Demon Emperor that one test is enough. If there are further sinister thoughts, I don’t mind going to the Demon Country to again have a discussion with him."

Upon hearing this, Bai Li’s expression turned grave, and he respectfully bowed and replied, "Bai Li will remember and will truthfully report to our emperor."

The Demon King Black Feather lowered his head even further: "Black Feather... obeys."

The Martial Saint Spirit Body no longer concerned himself with them, his gaze turned to Jiang Ning: "The matters here are resolved, I’ll send you back to the Royal Capital, come to see me later."

"Yes!" Jiang Ning nodded in response.

Then, only to see the Martial Saint Spirit Body wave his sleeve, a white light once again enveloped Jiang Ning.

The surrounding scenes instantly blurred, countless landscapes streaked rapidly before his eyes like shadows, mountains and ancient forests retreating wildly in his vision, the scenes overlapping and intertwining, becoming indistinguishable.

At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Abyss, with the departure of Jiang Ning and the Martial Saint Spirit Body, Black Feather and the others finally felt a sense of relief.

Bai Li looked with complex emotions at the spot where Jiang Ning had just disappeared.

"That Martial Saint, with little time, yet so strong!!" Black Feather’s hoarse voice arose, his tone filled with disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes just now.

At this moment, Bai Li’s right ear slightly moved.

Then he said, "The Demon Emperor summons us to return."

"Then let’s go!" Black Feather collected his expression and spoke.

On the other side.

In just a moment, Jiang Ning’s feet found solid ground again.

He steadied himself, looking around to discover before him the grand, long-standing walls of the Royal Capital City.

"In the blink of an eye, I’ve returned from the Demon Country’s territory to the Royal Capital!"

Sigh—

Looking at the towering and long-stretching city walls ahead, Jiang Ning suppressed the amazement in his heart and exhaled long.