I Can Replicate Martial Arts

One by one, they performed their race’s rite of submission to Zhao Rui.

"Leave the Armor, then take them and go back. I may call on you at any time."

His instructions given, Zhao Rui waved a hand, dismissing the Armor Warriors and the Nine-Orifice Soul-Devouring Worms.

After all, with these behemoths hanging around, King Chonghou below would surely not be able to rest easy.

"Yes, Master!"

At the command, the Nine-Orifice Soul-Devouring Worms took the Armor Warriors, tore open a void in space, and gradually vanished from sight.

Once they were gone, a thought from Zhao Rui sent the pieces of Armor in front of him flying toward his body, quickly encasing him completely.

When Zhao Rui had invaded the other’s Divine Soul, he had already obtained the command incantation he wanted.

The full name of this suit of Armor was the Deep Blue Sacred Armor. It was the same type as the Holy Clothes, forged through special means.

It integrated both offense and defense and possessed immense power.

As for these people, Zhao Rui hadn’t expected them to be Nomadic Warriors from some star system who had come through the crumbling Realm of Space by passing through the Boundary Wall.

They survived by occupying planets, migrating from one to the next to acquire resources and Energy.

If a planet was habitable, they might summon more of their kin to settle down. If the conditions were too poor, they would drain its energy dry and choose another planet to continue their nomadic existence.

Zhao Rui wasn’t surprised by their identity, nor was he particularly concerned. As long as it was still within the realm of the Martial Dao, he had nothing to fear.

He was more interested in how they had managed to cross the Boundary Wall through a collapsed Realm of Space.

’What lies on the other side of the Boundary Wall?’

’And who was it that sealed off Blue Star?’

Although his mind was filled with so many questions, Zhao Rui had no time to consider them now.

After a moment of contemplation, he rode a golden light and flew south at top speed.

This was the direction in which Prince Zi Gui and the other had fled.

Since he’d stumbled into this affair, he was determined to maximize his benefit.

It wasn’t just about squeezing them for all they were worth; he also had to determine Prince Zi Gui’s destination.

「A quarter of an hour later」

Zhao Rui’s figure appeared at the foot of a mountain peak.

A biting cold wind whistled past, making his clothes flap and snap.

The lingering aura of a great battle hung in the air. Someone had clearly fought here. After a brief moment of discernment, Zhao Rui sped off in a certain direction.

He traveled like this for another hour. By now, he had long left the mainland behind and was out over the great ocean.

’This route?’

Zhao Rui was a little surprised. The direction Prince Zi Gui was heading was actually toward the Great Zhou Land.

’Is he walking right into a trap?’

Zhao Rui continued his pursuit. The aura of battle grew stronger, indicating that the two sides had clashed again, and this time, the fight had lasted longer.

After traveling several hundred more nautical miles, a wall of water suddenly appeared ahead, a tsunami hundreds of meters high.

The deafening roar of falling water could be heard from miles away.

Amidst the thunderous noise, he could faintly hear people talking inside.

Zhao Rui’s eyes narrowed. He instantly activated the Armor, and a sealed suit immediately covered his entire body.

The design of this Armor was a bit like Iron Man, but it wasn’t as mechanical. Instead, it leaned more toward the imposing aura of the Holy Clothes.

A deep blue light radiated from his entire body.

After activating the Armor, Zhao Rui plunged headfirst into the massive wave.

When he burst out from the other side of the wall of water, Zhao Rui instantly saw the situation inside.

Two figures were locked in a deadly struggle. A closer look revealed them to be Mo Wuji and the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable.

However, both of them were now using their Dharma Body.

Mo Wuji’s was a flying squid, an extremely bizarre sight, as if a bird had crossbred with a squid.

The Wupeng Great Witch Venerable, on the other hand, had once again manifested his Golden Roc true form.

This Golden Roc form was a fusion of his Secret Technique and his physical body, making him neither man nor beast. Once transformed, his power far surpassed that of a simple manifested Dharma Aspect.

It combined the might of Dharma Power with the hardness of the Golden Roc’s body, making its defense incredibly formidable.

"Mo Wuji, are you trying to wipe us out completely? Do you think you can face the former kings of Great Shang?" the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable berated him coldly. Not far behind him was the Crown Prince of Great Shang, Prince Zi Gui.

At this moment, Prince Zi Gui had lost all semblance of a Human King’s dignity. He stood to the side, trembling with a terrified expression.

"I promise you, as long as you bring His Majesty back, King Chonghou will let bygones be bygones and guarantee that Prince Zi Gui will be treated with courtesy," Mo Wuji said, his eyes cold. After experiencing Prince Zi Gui’s schemes, he no longer had any goodwill toward his former king.

But the necessary platitudes still had to be spoken.

After all, the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable was so powerful that even he couldn’t guarantee a victory.

"Mo Wuji, stop trying to fool His Majesty and me with those childish words! Today, we will determine not only who is superior, but who lives and who dies!"

The Wupeng Great Witch Venerable was also a proud and arrogant man. In the past, though they both knew of each other’s formidable strength, they had been wary of one another and rarely had the chance to spar.

Now, with no restrictions and no one watching, the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable wanted to test Mo Wuji’s skills and see who was truly the number one expert in Great Shang.

"Fine! In that case, don’t blame this general for not holding back!"

As Mo Wuji spoke, he opened his mouth, and a pearl the size of a ping-pong ball flew out and landed in his hand.

"Three souls, seven spirits, manifest in thousands! Pearl, become a dragon! Dragon, roam the four wilds!"

As he finished his incantation, the pearl in his hand rapidly elongated. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a longsword.

The body of the blade resembled a roaming dragon, glowing with a brilliant silver light.

Wielding the Roaming Dragon Sword, Mo Wuji suddenly flickered behind the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable and swung, unleashing a blast of Silver Dragon Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi grew in the wind, quickly transforming into a giant silver dragon that lunged toward the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable’s Golden Roc.

"A fine attack!"

The Wupeng Great Witch Venerable showed no fear. A human voice came from his avian beak as he spread his wings and soared into the sky. His pair of sharp talons tore through the air, carrying an endless aura of sharpened metal as they clawed toward the roaming dragon.

The two men unleashed everything they had learned in their lives and once again engaged in a fierce battle in mid-air.

"Witch Venerable! Witch Venerable, get me out of here! Don’t get entangled with him, Witch Venerable!"

Prince Zi Gui shrieked, his voice trembling. Unfortunately, the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable either couldn’t hear him or chose to ignore him.

"Your Majesty, the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable can’t even protect himself. You’d better come with me."

Just then, Zhao Rui abruptly appeared beside him, clamped a hand on his collarbone, and said with a smile.

"It’s you? You traitor! You betrayed your ally..."

Seeing the Armor, Prince Zi Gui thought it was the same Armored Man who had been on his side before.

Zhao Rui didn’t waste words on him. He unleashed a burst of Force that knocked him unconscious, then scooped him up with one hand without another word, slung him over his side, and vanished from the spot.

Far away, the endlessly fighting Mo Wuji and Wupeng Great Witch Venerable were suddenly startled. They both looked toward where Prince Zi Gui had been, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Your Majesty!"

The Wupeng Great Witch Venerable froze for a moment, then began to search frantically for any trace of Prince Zi Gui.

Seeing this, Mo Wuji grew thoughtful, his gaze drifting toward the Pangu Continent, thousands of miles away.

’Great Zhou, you want a piece of this, too?’

After a moment of silent contemplation, Mo Wuji turned, and without hesitation, rode a silver light and disappeared over the horizon.

...

「In the courtyard of the Mo Family Mansion.」

Mo Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sun, which was gradually brightening in the sky.

"Send elite soldiers to search for Prince Zi Gui’s whereabouts. I want him found, dead or alive."

"As you command."

A burly general behind him acknowledged the order, then turned and left the courtyard.

"Father, you were looking for me?"

Mo Ling’Er poked her head in. Seeing that only her father was inside, she swaggered in and asked in a slightly coquettish tone.

"Ah, Ling’Er. You have rendered a great service to our Great Shang this time... King Chonghou told me yesterday that he wishes to adopt you as his daughter. He asked me to get your opinion."

"I will leave the decision to you, Father."

Mo Ling’Er lowered her head, a look of surprise on her face. She had never imagined that King Chonghou would want to adopt her as his daughter.

It was truly unexpected.

"By the way, where is that friend of yours? Have him come see me when he has time. I want to thank him personally."