With another kick, Chen Ping’an’s toe struck the Ancient Shaman’s rib cage, sending the bouncing body flying across the ground.

Had the Ancient Shaman not donned a brand-new hemp robe at the last moment, his shattered one ripped to shreds, he would have been split in two by that kick.

The Ancient Shaman slapped the ground with a single palm, halting his backward slide and gracefully rising. Just as he steadied himself, before he could act, he saw a face growing clearer and clearer.

Chen Ping’an grabbed the Ancient Shaman’s arms with both hands and yanked outwards with all his might.

Then, head to head.

One arm was torn off on the spot and tossed aside casually.

The Ancient Shaman had one arm left.

Chen Ping’an drove a knee strike, forcing his opponent forward, and taking the opportunity to tear off the remaining arm. Then, he slammed his shoulder into the Ancient Shaman’s chest.

Like a chisel striking a mountain.

A simple shoulder strike carried the force of iron cavalry charging through an army.

The Ancient Shaman was knocked back, his body barely stopping at the edge of the divine platform.

Chen Ping’an lightly twisted his wrist and threw the arm back to his opponent from afar.

The Ancient Shaman had just used his mind to control the first torn-off arm back to his side, reconnecting it to the broken shoulder joint. It quickly mended itself. He then raised his hand to catch the second arm. The hemp robe under his clothes had changed again, becoming the coarsest raw hemp material, with raw edges, sparse and tattered, as if cut by a mortal blade. It was indeed the Zhan Cui mourning ritual, a level higher than Qi Cui.

Yes.

As the earliest Great Witches on the human lands to communicate with the gods, they would naturally offer the most solemn and respectful mourning and memorial for the collapse and demise of the ancient divine path.

The Ancient Shaman wearing hemp robes of different specifications and rituals represented different levels of physical toughness, different heights of martial arts, and different amounts of refined incense offerings.

A fluttering green robe, barefoot, standing on the snow-white divine platform, one hand clenched and behind his back, the other palm facing forward.

Even across ten thousand years, the Ancient Shaman could clearly understand the other’s intention.

“Please, strike.”

The Ancient Shaman, who had once received the worship of countless earthly beings, had seen the heads and backs of countless prostrate beings on the divine platform.

After that, the other person seemed to have drawn a boundary, moving at most one foot, allowing the Ancient Shaman to close in and launch his attack.

On the snow-white divine platform, there seemed to be thousands of figures in hemp robes simultaneously, while the green remained a single, distinct hue.

Two powerful waves of fist intent, thick as water, surged forth like the confluence of two rivers in the human world, each a different color, one green and one yellow.

The Ancient Shaman’s punching speed and force had indeed undergone earth-shattering changes. And through some unknown divine ability, he was even able to utilize a portion of Chen Ping’an’s external fist intent.

Furthermore, the Ancient Shaman could even imitate various divine abilities with his own fist intent, “Taoizing” them on the divine platform. His fist intent clustered like flying swords forming a formation, carrying the true essence of the Great Dao of wind, rain, and thunder. The Ancient Shaman could even freely “manifest” ancient divine weapons, including, for instance, a narrow blade that specialized in breaking the “dragon veins,” the crucial points of a martial artist’s physique.

How could martial artists of later generations ever imagine martial arts could be so divine?

Finally, he was struck fiercely across the cheek by a leg.

Chen Ping’an remained motionless, merely tilting his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

On the contrary, the Ancient Shaman was propelled over a dozen zhang away by the immense force, his calf bone exposed with fine cracks already present. Streaks of pale golden blood flowed down his calf to his ankle, dripping onto the immaculate snow-white mirror-like surface.

The green-robed man standing at the pinnacle of martial arts ten thousand years later, though he remained silent, the Ancient Shaman could clearly perceive his meaning.

Weak, too weak!

Among the spectators, no one believed Chen Ping’an would lose, but few thought he would win so easily.

Xu Xie felt that having just arrived at the Grand Tutor’s Mansion earlier and contemplating how to break the curse-casting method was clearly overthinking things.

As long as Chen Ping’an got close, he would surely die. The question was how to prevent Chen Ping’an from getting close? Unsolvable!

As for the capital of Da Li, aside from Song Yun Jian, whose Daoist title was Ying Ning, and a very small number of others who could see clearly, there was Aunt Feng, sitting on the stone steps of the wisteria trellis at the Temple of the Fire God. She was not drinking today, a rare occurrence. Her elbows rested on the stone steps, a playful smile on her face as she looked up at the battle in the sky. She vaguely found the colored-faced Ancient Shaman somewhat familiar. However, after the collapse of the divine path back then, ancient deities like her, besides the demotion of their divine positions and the reduction of their divine duties, had also lost many memories difficult to trace back, especially after the Young Master severed the connection between heaven and earth. Ancient deities like her became even more like mortals who “become forgetful in old age,” a helpless matter. However, in a sense, it could also be considered a fortunate thing.

There was also the old coachman Su Kan, who had set up a small table in his courtyard. On the table were two plates of pickled vegetables. The old man, sitting on a small stool, took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, picked up a piece of vegetable with chopsticks, crunchy and crackling, and ate with great relish. Having just seen several of the White Bone Daoist’s signature skills, he, a former ancient deity who had presided over the Zhan Kan Division of the Jade Pivot Court, couldn’t help but find it extremely irritating.

Then there was the group of Earthly Branch cultivators who remained in the capital, such as Yuan Huajing and the Daoist Ge Ling.

Ge Ling softly asked, “Don’t we need to call Zhou Haijing and the others back?”

Yuan Huajing shook his head and said, “No need.”

Unfortunately, due to the restrictions of the capital’s formations, he was temporarily unable to transmit his thoughts. However, he believed that with Grand Tutor Chen’s achievements, he wouldn’t be treated unfairly. After all, besides the “multiplication” of Zhou Haijing’s martial arts realm elevation, which increased the killing power of the Earthly Branch lineage, it would soon be Yuan Huajing’s flying sword “Night Lang” turn to be upgraded in rank.

Ge Ling and the others could see a general picture, which both gave them the reassurance of being in the same camp as the Grand Tutor and a sense of sympathy, feeling as though they had also suffered similar hardships. In short, their emotions were extremely complex.

There was also a distinguished guest in the Imperial Astronomy Bureau of the capital, a scholar of profound knowledge who remained a commoner. He held a stack of books and was looking up at the sky.

On the cliff outside the Green Profound Cave of the Ape Ravage Stockade, Zhu Su felt her scalp tingle. Fortunately, the ancient Great Witch had a strong enough bone structure, otherwise, the Hidden Official would have torn off his head directly, wouldn’t he?

It wasn’t that Zhu Su was short-sighted and making a fuss; it was because it was a sight and meaning completely different from a sword confrontation.

It was like a frail scholar in a Confucian robe, sitting on the ground in the ruins of a wilderness academy, devouring a basin of bloody raw meat, and looking up with a gentle smile.

Wasn’t that strange?

If the completely unleashed Hidden Official were thrown into the wilderness of the Great Wasteland, tsk, she dared not imagine those scenes.

The former Lord of Green Hills, who surrounded the capital with her colossal body, was also shocked. She was well aware of the Ancient Witch’s martial arts attainments and mastery of summoning divine descent. In the area where they, the offenders, were imprisoned, there had been several great cultivators “historically” who could not withstand the erosion of time on their physical bodies. It was hard to say whether they sought death intentionally or if their Dao hearts collapsed, leading to qi deviation. They wanted to cross that “chain.” Without the Gatekeeper’s intervention, the Ancient Witch would step forward to stop them and kill them one by one. Therefore, the ambitious White Bone Daoist, on his way “wading” back to the human world, had repeatedly and intentionally tried to win over the nameless Ancient Witch, who remained silent and ignored him.

Perhaps to relieve the pressure in her heart, the former Lord of Green Hills deliberately changed the subject, avoiding the topic of the martial arts competition, and asked Bai Jing, “Have you become Dao companions with him?”

Xie Gou rubbed her sable hat and said, “None of your damn business.”

The fox face of the former Lord of Green Hills could also be charming and alluring. She smiled enchantingly and said, “He seems to be severely injured, yet he insists on acting impulsively and stubbornly engaging in sword confrontations. Aren’t you afraid that instead of recovering from his injuries, he will continue to decline in realm, Sister Bai Jing? Aren’t you going to stop him?”

Xie Gou twitched her lips and said, “Seductive foxes only know the pleasures of the bedchamber. They understand nothing of romantic love between men and women.”

Since they were in love and had decided to become Dao companions, and they were both pure sword cultivators, then whether it was Bai Jing or Xie Gou, she had to respect Xiao Mo’s every sword confrontation and refusal to confront, respect his mistakes, his indecision, or respect his disregard for consequences, his fearlessness. In short, she had to respect all of his good and bad, life and death, and freedom.

This was the kind of love the sword cultivator Bai Jing had ten thousand years ago and would have ten thousand years later.

The former Lord of Green Hills rolled up a snow-white fox tail, covering half of her face like a lady shielding herself with a silk fan. “Love, whether it is pure or impure, always involves the pleasure of desire. Nowadays, Dao seekers do not understand the true meaning of this and贬低 it as some kind of bedroom art. How do they know that heaven and earth are like a fleeting inn, and cultivating the Dao and seeking immortality is not everyone in a room, Sister Bai Jing, isn’t that right? Why don’t you let me teach you?”

Xie Gou shook her sleeves, her face full of murderous intent, and threatened, “You loose woman, I’ll stab you.”

She actually spoke in her mind, “Are there any Daoist books or secret manuals? Can you give me a few, preferably with illustrations.”

Xie Gou did not forget to add an extra reminder, “Oh, Sister Azi, the content of the secret manuals shouldn’t be too unorthodox either. It’s best to take into account high-level Dao methods.”

The former Lord of Green Hills lightly brushed her eyelids with her fox tail and sighed, “Who could imagine that a sword cultivator as pure as Bai Jing would also fall into the religion of love and get lost without knowing how to return.”

Xie Gou immediately turned hostile and cursed, “You brazen old hag, are you asking for trouble?”

The former Lord of Green Hills sighed with regret, her fox tail gently trailing on the ground. She nodded and said, “Yes, how could there not be? If I can wait for the commotion here to subside, I’ll send you dozens of volumes, Sister.”

While chatting with Bai Jing, she inevitably felt heartache and sorrow. Her mountain children had been down and out for a long time.

After all, it’s hard to refuse a gift and easier to ask for help when you’re in need. Seeing her in a slightly better mood, Xie Gou kindly advised, “Sister, you don’t need to be so downcast. Heaven and earth are vast. As long as you don’t foolishly seek death, with your cultivation level, there’s nowhere you can’t go, nowhere you won’t be at ease.”

The former Lord of Green Hills was puzzled and said, “Bai Jing even knows how to care for the feelings of others?”

The girl in the sable hat looked serious and seemed to be talking to herself, “Heaven and earth are vast, I have drifted for a long time. This body originally knew no sorrow, but fears encountering tenderness by chance.”

The former Lord of Green Hills was first stunned, then surprised, and finally praised, “Bai Jing, I never expected you to have such insight outside of the Way of the Sword.”

Xie Gou’s expression was indifferent, and she waved her hand, “No need to be surprised. You are just readers of books, but I am a writer whose works are about to be published.”

The former Lord of Green Hills thought carefully for a moment and tentatively asked, “Are you planning to record your experiences during the tribulation ten thousand years ago, compile them into a book, find a scholar to help proofread and polish it, and sell it to mountain and wild cultivators?”

Xie Gou looked disgusted and pointed at her, “Your hair is long but your knowledge is short. All you say are utterly disappointing and idiotic words.”

The former Lord of Green Hills turned her head and looked at the snow-white platform floating in the sky, murmuring, “I am just like that Ancient Witch, mistakenly thinking I could see the human reincarnation of ‘that existence’ this time. I believe if I truly saw it, I wouldn’t be overjoyed. If I didn’t see it, I wouldn’t be as mournful as my fellow Daoist. It’s just, just a little empty.”

Xie Gou sneered, “Zhou Mi intentionally broke the old heavenly laws and released all of you precisely to cause trouble in the human world.”

The former Lord of Green Hills smiled and shook her head, “Then you underestimate Zhou Mi.”

The girl in the sable hat did not comment, glancing towards the Green Profound Cave, and stomped her foot, “This fool.”

Xie Gou said to the former Lord of Green Hills, “Bridge with your fox tail.”

The former Lord of Green Hills did as told, raising a snow-white fox tail. Xie Gou leaped onto the fox tail, and with a flick of the tail, threw the girl in the sable hat towards the Ape Ravage Stockade in the capital region.

Xie Gou landed gracefully and said, “Zhu Su, quickly open your heart and steady your nascent flying sword. You’ve been ensnared.”

Zhu Su was bewildered but still did not ask for the specific reason. She truly held her breath and focused, doing as instructed, immediately recalling two of her flying swords within the “Three Sounds” to her two nascent acupoints.

Xie Gou shook her sleeve, and a short sword slid out. Holding the sword in her left hand, she formed a sword finger with her right hand and quickly tapped several points on Zhu Su’s forehead. Then, she thrust the short sword forcefully towards Zhu Su’s chest. The blade became ethereal, entering Zhu Su’s bodily cave used for “copying” true words without hindrance. It forcefully scraped away the water-like pattern, leaving only a faint trace. Zhu Su frowned slightly, and despite the heart-wrenching pain, her body remained motionless.

Xie Gou pulled out the short sword, and the blade returned to its solid form. She opened her right palm, gathering the five thunders. She lightly flicked the tip of the sword with her left hand, shaking off several things resembling bright red earthworms, which fell into the thunder formation in her palm. They were immediately refined by the thunder magic, sizzling and emitting an extremely foul odor.

Zhu Su’s Dao heart trembled violently.

Xie Gou waved her hand to disperse the smell, glared at Zhu Su, and snapped, “If I hadn’t discovered it in time, that Three Court Law Master would have unknowingly taken over like a cuckoo in a magpie’s nest, quietly establishing a divine lord in your Qi Palace. In one or two hundred years, this skin of yours would be a mountain villa of the White Bone Daoist! After that, every time you unleashed the flying sword ‘Three Sounds,’ it could use the flying sword as a ferry, wandering freely within your body. One day, completely and utterly, the guest would become the host.”

Zhu Su’s face turned pale.

Any great demon that could run rampant on the ancient land for a thousand years was not an easy opponent.

It wasn’t that the White Bone Daoist had foreseen the future and deliberately targeted Zhu Su early on, but that she had been too careless and was taken advantage of by the White Bone Daoist.

Xie Gou said, “Now there are no hidden dangers. You still have a chance to gild that water pattern. Take your time, no need to rush.”

Xie Gou said seriously, “When you were a private sword cultivator in the Great Wasteland, you had to be on edge every day. When you came to Haoran and became a registered cultivator, especially after finally getting your hands on the ‘Great Sword Immortal’ you longed for, you would naturally suddenly relax, and your Dao heart would have a big problem.”

Zhu Su was sweating profusely and bowed her hands, “Thank you for the lesson, Zhu Su thanks you here.”

Xie Gou adjusted her sable hat, took a breath, and said, “It’s alright. Just consider it a test of your heart, which is also a good thing.”

Helping Zhu Su eliminate the hidden danger, Xie Gou made it seem effortless, but it was actually not easy. In the end, it was because her realm was too low, which was annoying!

The former Lord of Green Hills observed this scene from afar, her eyes playful. The sword cultivator Bai Jing, who had been so headstrong back then, now had such a strong human touch.

If she were to look at the Refiners in the capital, just observing their Dao hearts and cultivation methods, she would truly say that today’s Dao seekers were truly inadequate. They were either imitating like an ugly woman or mimicking like a parrot.

On the snow-white divine platform high in the sky, the Ancient Shaman had probably finally stopped holding back his strength completely, and the battle was no longer so one-sided.

Muffled thunder rumbled, all caused by the surging fist aura of the martial artists, as if an ancient thunder god was beating a drum.

The higher the Dao power, the more one could feel the powerful pressure of the fist intent in the sky. The former Lord of Green Hills could not help but sigh, it was all based on human strength.

After all, Zhu Su was not a martial arts grandmaster. Looking at the battle situation on the platform was always like looking at flowers through a fog, with a layer in between.

She asked in her mind, “Our Mountain Master is already an Eleventh Realm martial artist, and he’s still fighting back and forth with the other party like this?”

Xie Gou rolled her eyes and said, “Don’t you know what kind of character our Mountain Master is?”

Zhu Su smiled and said, “I humbly request Senior Bai Jing to enlighten me.”

Seeing that she wasn’t pretending to be foolish, Xie Gou had to explain, “Sword cultivators, Dao seekers, and martial artists all emphasize the word ‘purity.’ Both parties in a fist exchange have mutual respect and cherish each other. Of course, the Mountain Master also has the idea of secretly learning ancient martial arts. He always wants to let the other party have a hearty fight, make a grand entrance, and exit in a spectacular manner.”

Zhu Su nodded and said, “I understand.”

The girl in the sable hat returned to the city wall. Her slender figure was like a small tabby cat, perched between two battlements.

The former Lord of Green Hills smiled and said, “How could this female sword immortal be so careless? Could it be that the Immortal Realm sword cultivators in the Sword Qi Great Wall are all so careless?”

Xie Gou glanced at her and remained silent.

The former Lord of Green Hills immediately changed her words and said, “Actually, this is right. Dao seekers who are used to looking down on life and death are always careless in their affairs. Presumably, because of this, those who survive are careful people like you and me.”

In the battle of Ascending to Heaven, the sword cultivators suffered heavy casualties. Was it because their killing power was low? Was it because their numbers were insufficient?

Was it because they didn’t understand the principle that White Bone Daoist and the like could live longer?

Xie Gou nodded. That sounded like a human sentence. She took out a bag of wedding candy from her sleeve. Xie Gou took out two pieces herself, and tossed the rest, including the bag, to the former Lord of Green Hills. “This is called wedding candy. Try it.”

The former Lord of Green Hills hesitated for a moment and chose to leave her body in her Yin spirit form, transforming into a beautiful woman. She reached out and caught the embroidered bag, genuinely praising, “What a exquisite bag.”

Xie Gou glared and said, “If you don’t eat the candy, give it back to me.”

The former Lord of Green Hills shook her head and smiled, “I dare not eat wedding candy, for fear of being tricked by Sister Bai Jing, but I am reluctant to return the bag.”

She raised her hand and looked at the embroidered bag. Ha, this was the first item she had obtained since coming to the new human world. Wedding candy? A good omen.

The Dragon Spring Sword Sect, far away from the place of trouble.

Liu Xianyang had already left the You Yi Peak Daoist temple by sword and gone to the Five Blossom Palace on the summit of Zhuhai Peak. He sat cross-legged on a futon, his hands clasped over his abdomen, half-asleep and half-awake, about to deliver a sword strike in a dream.

She Yue, who was guarding outside, did not say anything like “you just had three sword exchanges with Zheng Juzhong not long ago and need to rest well” or preach that “since Chen Ping’an has the upper hand in that duel, you, Liu Xianyang, don’t need to add to the splendor.”

Neither she and her Dao companion Liu Xianyang nor Liu Xianyang and his close friend Chen Ping’an had such a reasoning.

Over at Huanghu Mountain, the fishing was good, and the baiting was accurate. Liu Cha caught two large grass carp one after another with his rod, feeling very satisfied and in a cheerful mood.

Carrying the fish by hand and shoulder, he hung the catch on the bamboo pole used for drying clothes. The bamboo pole creaked, bent into a crescent shape. Liu Cha clapped his hands, but it was a pity it wasn’t in a bustling market, which made it less interesting.

Liu Cha reached out and summoned the sword hanging on the wall inside the house. He casually grasped it in his hand, his body shot up from the ground, transforming into a ray of rainbow light, and headed towards the capital of Da Li. Liu Cha planned to watch the excitement first before deciding. If he truly needed to draw his sword, it would be considered keeping his promise. In this human world, whether it was a human or a demon, whether they deserved to die or not, the sword cultivator Liu Cha had his own judgment.

This sword light suddenly turned in the air. Liu Cha went to Zhu Su’s side, landing on the cliff. After watching the battle for a while, he said, “It seems I shouldn’t have come.”

Zhu Su smiled in her mind and said, “On the adjacent mountain, there is the martial artist Cao Ci, and the sword immortal Xu Jun, who is a newly ascended cultivator and very capable.”

Liu Cha said indifferently, “I have only dropped in realm, my eyes are not blind. I can still see an Ascended Realm sword cultivator.”

Zhu Su was speechless for a moment.

Liu Cha was silent for a moment and said, “Congratulations on breaking through.”

Zhu Su cupped her hands in return and smiled, “I heard you know A Liang, and you are good friends?”

Unexpectedly, Liu Cha directly dropped a sentence, “I don’t know him. I don’t drink at the same table as dogs.”

Zhu Su had no choice but to fall silent again.

Liu Cha glanced at the adjacent mountain, just like Zhu Su, he didn’t pay much attention to the sword immortal Xu Jun, the Ascended Realm sword cultivator. He paid more attention to the white-robed martial artist Cao Ci. He had to admit that in terms of appearance and demeanor, Cao Ci was truly a handsome and graceful figure, a first-class personage of this era.

Cao Ci sensed Liu Cha’s gaze and voluntarily cupped his hands in greeting.

Liu Cha nodded in response.

Xu Xie was of course well aware of who Cao Ci was.

Cultivators in the Hao Ran world, towards martial artists, always held far more contempt than fear, let alone respect. Mountain Daoists, registered cultivators, when their conversations occasionally shifted from discussing the Dao to fist and foot techniques, the name “Cao Ci” was always unavoidable.

But no cultivator in the several worlds would underestimate the martial artist Cao Ci.

Spectators at the foot of the mountain would at most discuss whether the martial arts techniques were exquisite or obscure. Those on the mountainside could see some insights. Only cultivators at the summit would clearly understand one thing: Cao Ci’s significance to martial arts in the world was extraordinary.

But after personally witnessing Chen Ping’an’s martial arts, Xu Xie now looked at Cao Ci with a different state of mind.

Facing Chen Ping’an, you consecutively won four fist exchanges! How did you, Cao Ci, manage to do that?

Cao Ci seemed to sense Xu Xie’s thoughts and explained, “We first met at the Sword Qi Great Wall. Back then, Chen Ping’an’s martial arts attainments were not high, but he had great resilience, and his attitude towards fist exchanges was pure enough. He would first assume he would lose, and then engage in the exchange. Whether he learned some techniques from me or he was able to use the opportunity to temper his body and perfect one or two flaws in his fist forms, in this way, losing the exchange was winning the exchange.”

“I, Cao Ci, was naturally his imagined enemy on the path of martial arts, but his greatest imagined enemy was himself.”

“Chen Ping’an firmly believed that all of his ‘tomorrows’ would be stronger than his ‘today’s self.’ Therefore, guided by this mentality, he could lose to anyone, including Cao Ci, but he would not allow himself to waste time or show any momentary slackness.”

“Such a Chen Ping’an is also a good thing for Cao Ci, an invisible spur. It’s like every time I turn around, I can see someone not far away practicing fists without stopping, once, twice, and a third time. Over time, Cao Ci no longer needed to look back and would force himself to work a little harder.”

Hearing this, Xu Xie deeply agreed and chuckled, “It’s like being in officialdom. The children of aristocratic families and poor scholars who pass the imperial examination in the same year. The latter can afford to lose relatively speaking.”

Cao Ci thought for a moment and said, “Mr. Xu’s analogy is not entirely accurate.”

Xu Xie said, “I used to hear my teacher talk about martial arts in the world, saying that pure martial artists must have a spirit of wanting to ascend to heaven by pulling their hair. At that time, I didn’t understand it. Now I understand it a little.”

Cao Ci nodded and said, “The higher one goes in martial arts, the closer one gets to the summit, with few fellow practitioners around. The more important a martial artist’s state of mind becomes. They need to dare to speak and think, and dare to act and take responsibility.”

Xu Xie said, “The path of cultivation is roughly the same.”

Cao Ci gathered sound into a thread and whispered, “After my master traveled to the Sword Qi Great Wall back then, he brought me back to the Central Divine Continent. During that time, she wanted to exchange fists with Mr. Zheng, but Mr. Zheng did not agree.”

Xu Xie nodded. He had indeed heard of this story in the mountains.

Cao Ci said, “However, Mr. Zheng did offer a comment, discussing some of his views on martial artist’s aptitude.”

Xu Xie was extremely curious and asked, “Could you tell me the specific content of Mr. Zheng’s comment?”

Whenever mentioning Zheng Juzhong, calling him Zheng City Lord or Mr. Zheng was always safe.

Cao Ci slowly spoke of Zheng Juzhong’s evaluation, which involved a martial artist’s talent and potential.

“Cao Ci is Heaven Nine Human One. Lin Shi of Qing Ming Heaven and Pei Bei of Great Duan are both Heaven Eight Human Two. Zhang Tiaoxia is Heaven Seven Human Three.”

“The founder of the military school, Jiang She, is Heaven Five Human Five.”

“Xie Shiji of Peach Blossom Land is Heaven Four Human Six, Bai Ou of Qing Shen Dynasty is Heaven Three Human Seven, Jiang Zhaomo of White Jade Capital is Heaven Two Human Eight, and Chen Ping’an is Heaven One Human Nine.”

On the divine platform.

Wearing the last tattered Zhan Cui hemp robe, the Ancient Shaman knelt on one knee, vomiting blood incessantly.

His vision was blurred, but he still tried his best to raise his head and looked into the distance.

Like an old man about to die of old age, he calmly faced the arrival of death, which would be a celebratory funeral without grief.

In this martial arts performance without external disturbance, the Ancient Shaman had displayed all of his lifelong learning, truly having his fill.

The other party also allowed the Ancient Shaman to experience the new martial arts of ten thousand years later, how the tempering of muscles and bones was innovative, how the fist forms created a new realm. A martial arts performance was like a martial arts book, explaining the subtleties of the circulation of pure qi and what it meant for one’s spirit to be the temple.

The Ancient Shaman bared his teeth and nodded at the man, as if saying, “Good punch, I lose.”

But the Ancient Shaman still struggled to stand up, swaying. His body and soul were already at their limit, and he could no longer gather a single breath of qi. However, he still imitated the green-robed man’s stance, slowly raising a hand that was devoid of flesh and blood, leaving only white bone. Blood soaked his sleeve. The trembling hand reached out.

“Please, strike.”