At the foot of Mount Emei.
A group of people was walking leisurely towards the summit.
Wherever they passed.
All members of the Red Lotus Sect moved aside, giving them a clear path.
Upon seeing these individuals, Wu Hongsheng and his companions' expressions turned extremely grim.
Because they were the foremost combat force of the inner court.
The Dragon Team!
And leading them.
Was none other than Ye Tianxiong, who had been missing for half a year!
However, compared to before.
Ye Tianxiong seemed completely transformed.
His face was expressionless, exuding an icy indifference towards all beings like they were mere ants.
Yet his power had multiplied several times over!
"You've come, as expected."
Wu Hongsheng said angrily.
"As martial artists, you've become mere hounds of the imperial court, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"
"Teacher, you are old now, you shouldn't be involved in this matter."
Ye Tianxiong spoke coldly, like an emotionless combat machine.
"If you still acknowledge me as your teacher, then..."
Wu Hongsheng was about to say something but suddenly paused, staring at him intently.
"No, you're not Ye Tianxiong!"
"My foolish student is already dead; the one standing here is merely a cold, walking corpse!"
"As expected from Dr. Chen, truly ruthless methods!"
Wu Hongsheng let out a bitter laugh, an unprecedented sadness rising in his heart.
Years ago, as the chief martial arts coach of the royal family, he once instructed the Dragon Team for a period of time.
At that time.
Ye Tianxiong was just a simple, martial arts-obsessed boy.
But who could have imagined.
After so many years.
He would become something neither human nor ghost?
The other grandmasters also appeared mournful.
Even Ye Tianxiong, who had reached the extreme realm of martial arts, couldn't escape being transformed into a genetic martial artist.
What then was the meaning of their many years of persistence and effort?
"Amitabha Buddha."
"Donor Ye, let this old monk face you."
The Sweeping Monk recited a Buddhist phrase.
Then stepped forward from the crowd, initiating a battle of martial arts extreme realm.
Other grandmasters also joined the battle one after another, the situation becoming increasingly dire.
...
On the other side.
In the secret chamber.
Lu Yuan was still leveraging his talent effect, diligently integrating various martial arts.
One hour!
Ten hours!
Two days spent...
After three days, Lu Yuan finally fused thousands of martial arts into one.
The inner strength within him was now as vast and deep as an ocean, almost ready to burst out.
Moreover.
Even his soul had become much more solidified, with a soul strength dozens of times that of a martial arts grandmaster.
"Today, I shall enter the martial arts extreme realm!"
Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, howling towards the sky.
His momentum soared as he leaped skywards.
Finally, he broke through a certain shackle, taking the final step!
Lu Yuan exhaled a breath of impure air.
This breath condensed and did not dissipate, taking the shape of a long sword in the air!
Stepping on void, breathing turned into a sword.
This was indeed the mark of the martial arts extreme realm!
Lu Yuan stood up, his eyes as pure as the pupils of a newborn infant.
Though he appeared unchanged from before.
His essence, qi, and spirit were now unified, his blood marrow condensed densely.
With a casual punch, he could punch through a heavy armored vehicle.
His flesh and bones were comparable to diamonds, able to withstand attacks from laser heat weapons.
Even his spiritual sense had become unprecedentedly powerful, able to sense unseen crises and avoid danger in advance.
His current power surpassed Ye Tianxiong by countless times.
After all, Ye Tianxiong was merely a killing machine created through genetic modification surgery.
While the true martial arts extreme realm had reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
With every lift of a hand and step of a foot.
Contained the ultimate truth of martial arts, in harmony with the laws of nature.
No matter how perfect the machine.
How could it defy the power of nature?
It could be said.
Lu Yuan was now a terrifying existence, akin to an army all by himself in this world.
Even modern armies could no longer pose a threat to him.
Unless the imperial court would spare no expense, deploying large-scale nuclear or space-based weapons, it might be possible to harm him.
But if they couldn't achieve a one-hit kill.
Then all the high officials and members of the royal family would live in fear for the rest of their lives.
For retribution from a martial arts extreme realm's wrath was even more terrifying than nuclear weapons!
But as long as Lu Yuan didn't leave the major cities.
Would anyone truly dare to risk the world's condemnation, sparing no expense to employ nuclear weapons?
"The grievances between the martial arts realm and the Red Lotus Sect should be settled."
Lu Yuan looked up.
As if he could see through hundreds of meters of underground to the happenings atop Mount Emei.
The next moment.
He stepped out of the secret chamber!
Meanwhile.
The situation at the summit of Mount Emei was far from optimistic.
Especially after three days of bloody battle.
The casualties were becoming increasingly severe.
Eighty percent of inner strength martial artists were shot by laser weapons, even three grandmasters were severely injured and had to succumb to their wounds in the end.
What was even more despairing.
Most martial techniques lost their effectiveness in the face of technology!
The Golden Bell Shield, once proud of its defense, was as fragile as paper before a laser rifle.
The Baji Fist, known for its power and indominability, couldn't even damage the opponent when faced with the impenetrable biological battle armor, it became a mere luxury.
The exquisite body techniques of the various sects were obliterated by laser targeting and auto-locking features in an instant.
These technological weapons were a dimensional strike against martial arts.
Numerous martial artists were killed until their martial resolve collapsed, leaving them utterly in despair.
In the end.
Many grandmasters' beliefs were shaken, leading to an almost one-sided massacre.
"In this day and age? You're still using your fists against laser rifles?"
"You stubborn martial artists; you're truly overestimating yourselves trying to block a cart with your arms."
A member of the Red Lotus Sect mocked disdainfully.
"Where is that so-called once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy of yours? Hiding away perhaps?"
"What grandmaster youth? I see just a turtle coward hiding behind women!"
Someone attempted to provoke, trying to crush everyone's morale with words.
"So much nonsense!"
Tao Yaoyao's phoenix eyes were filled with hate, the Tai Chi Sword Intent in her hand surged.
A fierce sword qi slashed out horizontally, slicing the speaker in half.
Yet she was also trapped in a siege due to her rash move.
Laser rifles charged, dozens of red dots targeted her from head to toe.
Even if she pushed the Tai Chi Sword Intent to the extreme, she was constantly at risk of being shot!
On the other side.
Facing the fully armed, armor-clad Ye Tianxiong.
The Sweeping Monk was also beaten, bleeding profusely, retreating dozens of meters, crashing through several peaks before finally stopping.
"The obliteration of martial arts is the trend of the times, no one can defy it."
"Today, martial arts will become history!"
Ye Tianxiong suspended in mid-air, pronouncing everyone's death sentence emotionlessly.
"Even the Sweeping Monk has failed?"
Seeing this, the other martial artists' morale plummeted to the bottom, their hearts chilled.
The Sweeping Monk was a legendary figure in the martial world.
The spiritual pillar for all martial artists present.
If even he was defeated.
Who else could stand against Ye Tianxiong and his men?
"Pass the torch, let the martial arts prosper eternally!"
"As long as there is one martial artist left, martial arts will not perish!"
Just as everyone was in despair.
A voice suddenly echoed in every ear.
The crowd followed the sound, instantly bursting with joy!