At this moment, several assassins from the Wuji Association acted in coordination with the Martial Saint. Qingyun Temple was a vital place for the Immortal Gate, so the members of the Wuji Association who dared to participate in this operation were mostly those who disregarded their own lives. Either they were people like Mo Mingzhi who admired the Martial Saint, or they were people like Qiao Mu who had thoughts of death. These people are usually very few, not even considered many within the Wuji Association. When they witnessed the Xuantian Sect’s Qingyang fairy falling from the sky, with a headless body crashing down to the ground, the pent-up anger in their chests for many years suddenly dissipated. “This is martial arts!” “The Martial Saint is the current leader of martial arts, the strongest in martial arts. One day, he will bring you down from the clouds!” “If we win, martial arts will be the path to immortality! And you, who plunder incense and treat sentient beings as sacrificial lambs, are the path of evil!” Even the powerful Martial Saint, who could easily break through obstacles set by cultivators, experienced a sharp decrease in speed at this moment, as if sinking into an invisible quagmire. “It’s Elder Tianxing!” Taoist Chiyang finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, with a calm expression on his face. “Elder Tianxing is an elder in charge of punishments in the sect. Although he has a hot temper, his strength is beyond doubt.” “This grand ceremony of Emperor Yonghe’s worshiping of the gods is of great importance, so it is natural to have elders presiding over it.” Several elders from the Xuantian Sect looked down at the scene in the Taoist temple. From beginning to end, their expressions didn’t change much. Only when Martial Saint suddenly attacked and killed Taoist Qingyang, did some people show a hint of anger on their faces. As elders of the Immortal Gate, they carried their status in front of other elders and didn’t compete with younger generation for credit, to go and hunt down Martial Saint. But now that Qingyang is dead, the situation has changed. “Tianxing, it’s up to you. You are skilled in the five thunder techniques, which are perfect for handling this kind of situation.” Elder Sun said with his eyes half-closed. “Although Qingyang was only an outer disciple, his death is still a matter for our Immortal Gate in the mortal world.” “This matter concerns the reputation of our Xuantian Sect. We must swiftly eliminate Martial Saint with overwhelming force!” Although Chiyang and Qingyang were in the same main hall as Elder Sun, Elder Tianxing, and the Immortal Gate sect leader, there were still differences in status among the immortals. If the sect leader Immortal Xuantian is the “emperor” among the immortals in the main hall, then Chiyang and Qingyang can only be considered as low-ranking officials, just doing their duties. As disciples of the Immortal Gate, Chiyang, Qingyang, and other Taoists possessed powers beyond those of ordinary martial artists. In the eyes of the elders of the Xuantian Sect, they were enough to suppress the mortal world. Their existence represented the Immortal Gate’s presence in the mortal world and also upheld the Immortal Gate’s reputation. If they died in a fight between cultivators, it would be alright. But they must never die at the hands of mortals! Otherwise, their Xuantian Sect will surely become the laughingstock of the other Eight Immortal Gates. Since the situation has already reached this point, there is no other choice but to… plant the iron rule of “the boundary between immortals and mortals must not be crossed” in the hearts of mortals in the most dazzling way! Above the sky, a giant face formed by clouds of various sizes looked down, observing the Martial Saint of the mortal world. “Those who use mortals to kill immortals shall face the punishment of being struck by lightning five times, with both their physical and spiritual forms annihilated.” His voice was like thunder, deafening. Endless bolts of blazing white lightning pierced through the rolling dark clouds, like dazzling swords, striking down. The Martial Saint’s body was engulfed in a dazzling sea of electric lights, so bright that people couldn’t even open their eyes. Along with the nearby worshipers and a few members of the Wuji Association, they were all instantly submerged and disappeared without a trace. The dazzling electric lights illuminated the dim sky. In the midst of the rolling thunder, the punished Martial Saint naturally became the center of attention for everyone. Within the rolling lightning, the surface of his skin instantly turned into a black charcoal-like substance under the thunder’s power. The Martial Saint’s body continuously burst open and writhed, as if trying to repair his injuries. He opened his mouth wide, seemingly shouting something to the heavens, but all the noises were drowned out by the rolling thunder, making it impossible to hear clearly. His eyes gazed into the direction of the grand hall, as if looking at Emperor Yonghe, or perhaps Qiao Mu, or maybe no one at all, as he met the gaze of the various divine statues within the hall. His towering, muscular body, three to four meters tall, turned into charcoal under the thunder, instantly disappearing into the lightning. The thunder suddenly stopped, and the bright light disappeared as if it had never existed. Similarly, the Martial Saint who fiercely shouted “the winner becomes an immortal” also vanished. Under the thunder, he was crushed to powder and vanished completely. The entire world suddenly fell into silence, the swirling dark clouds quickly dispersed, and the sunlight once again lit up the earth. A ray of sunlight shone down and illuminated the mountain peak below. The square in front of the temple was now in ruins, leaving only a terrifying giant pit where the Martial Saint no longer existed. “Finally…” Taoist Chiyang breathed a sigh of relief. But as soon as he thought that there might be elders watching him from above, he quickly straightened his back and resumed his lofty immortal appearance. After a brief silence, someone suddenly shouted from the crowd: “The Martial Saint was challenged and angered the heavens. He suffered the punishment of thunderbolts, turning into dust, and his soul disappeared!” Amongst the worshipers, the old man with a limp showed fanatical expression and shouted loudly. “There will never be another Martial Saint in this world. Those demonic creatures that feed on humans should have been struck by thunderbolts long ago!” The voices of the people gradually became lively. Amongst the crowd, a few remaining Wuji Association Spirit Refining martial artists wore a bewildered look. In the midst of the crowd, under the scorching sun, they felt a chilling and terrifying sensation deep into their bones. The Martial Saint has died? His death was as sudden and shocking as the death of the Qingyang immortal. “This is impossible… How could Martial Saint die?” “He is the leader of martial arts, our greatest hope against the inhuman…” “I joined the Wuji Association, hoping to see when this inhuman will die, but now…” The strength of Spirit Refining martial artists lies in their unwavering spirit. But when their spirits waver, their strength greatly diminishes. They were as excited just now as they are despairing now. Martial Saint showed them a faint hope of Using Martial Arts to Defeat Immortals with his own fists. But just moments later, Martial Saint used his own death to reveal the vast difference between mortals and immortals! “If even Martial Saint dies, easily falling under the heavenly thunder of the inhuman, then what use is all our years of martial arts training…” The Martial Saint is not one person, but a group of the strongest warriors from the previous generation. This fact has spread rapidly across the land of Nan Province, thanks to the Tide Listening Building, and has become the hottest gossip in recent times.