Semua Bab The Divine Martial Stars: Bab 911 - Bab 920

"You know what? You scum really are tiresome. You call yourselves champions and think you deserve respect, but here you are, willing to go as low as threatening the safety of others just to achieve your means. For the love of Heavens, that level of hypocrisy... Is this how Cultivators of Arccustone, the biggest and strongest religious and militant order in the Northern Steppes, conduct themselves? Well, congratulations, you've managed to antagonize me." Li Mu's hand shot up and he lung an arm, hurling a searing-white Spiritual Qi bolt that screamed through the air, arcing like a boomerang as it curved towards somewhere from whence the voice had come from but from behind it. The resultant bang elicited an eruption of dust and air. A ghostly figure, dark and shadowy, rippled into appearance. "Y-You... You can see me?!" But that was just for one fleeting second. Before Li Mu could take a good look at the umbra

Every head in Rydorburg swiveled in the direction of the stronghold of Arcusstone when they heard the thunderous voice that swept across the entire city with incomprehensible bewilderment. "What in Heaven's name had possessed Li Zhiyuan into committing such insanity?! Has he gone mad?! "It's not even a day after he had butchered everyone from the Priory! Is he really going for Arcusstone this time?! What is he after?! To take on the whole world himself?! "That's really insane!" In the meantime, Li Mu was standing just outside Arcusstone's main entrance. What the gates revealed when they were flung open was the surprising sight of squalor -- a barely-tended horse trail left to be infested by weed leading straight into a shabby and decrepit courtyard devoid of any human soul. There was no one at all. Li Mu was half-expecting to see an army of seething Arcusstone acolytes rushing out to surround him.

Everything really was just as what Li Mu had guessed. The jail cells of the third level of the dungeons each housed a Class X champion although Li Mu knew none of them. Once powerful and proud champions who were living legends of the Northern Steppes, they have now been reduced to demented lunatics raving incessantly, forever trapped in an endless delirium that none of them could hear nor see nor speak anymore. Save one. One of them sensed Li Mu's approach and he desperately tried to communicate by croaking hoarsely using his ruptured vocal cords. It took quite some time before Li Mu finally understood what he was trying to say: "Kill me." The long years of endless torture had corroded any will to live on. Li Mu was no saint. He knew very well that the amount of damage and injury inflicted on the poor man was beyond cure and salvation. Hence, he did what he needed to do by ending his life cleanly to stop the torment. As

The Abomination's strength made him more dangerous than a Class XI champion. "Pity. This weapon had served me rather well." Li Mu reached a hand at the broken shards of his saber and groped, magically drawing each and every single piece into the air, which he handed to Shen Jia for safekeeping. Next, Li Mu fired a few Mana beams on the ground and carved out a circle filled with strange glyph-like inscriptions. He stomped and the ground quivered as if in response. Before Shen Jia knew it, faint lines appeared, like slender veins of silver running in the ground. More Mana continued to fill the grooves on the ground and steadily, they grew broader and clearer until the magical circle was complete. The Magical Circle of Transcendence. A barrier-type magical field. A cylindrical wall of light rose up from the outer peripherals of the magical circle on the ground and kept Shen Jia within its protect

The Jianghu -- the domain of warriors that existed parallel to the mainstream community. While many believed that the emergence of powerful and gifted warriors would usher in a period of peace, they have never been more wrong. The Jianghu has never been a world of peace. If anything, it was the epitome of the very opposite. In the five years where the Aspect of Vengeance Li Zhiyuan retreated into reclusion, the Jianghu of Molderad remained just as bloody and perilous as ever. The survival of the fittest remained the single most important rule that governed this world. Even so, all the killing and slaughter—the regular bloodshed, the new rising of another fresh prodigy, or even a widely-anticipated showdown between two famous warriors -- no longer meant anything to Li Mu. For almost a half-decade, he traveled far and wide around Molderad. Making landfalls not only in the remotest parts of the Northern Steppes, but he had also ventured