Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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"Is the only regret before dying not to die on the battlefield against inhuman?"

Yan Shenji’s eyes slightly widened.

His weakness was that forty years ago he chose to hide his abilities, which was completely different from his younger self.

He felt somewhat guilty towards these old soldiers.

"Even at this critical moment, he still remembers the spirit of resistance against inhuman," praised Yan Shenji.

"Facing death fearlessly, true heroes indeed."

Holding the Human Emperor Sword, he walked closer step by step to these old soldiers with many scars.

Hai Siyuan looked calm.

If this happened decades ago, he would have felt grateful and honored when the immortal martial myth Founding Emperor Yan praised him in person.

But at this moment, he was as calm as Hai Wuya, and replied:

"We are no longer soldiers of Great Yan."

Yan Shenji nodded approvingly without hiding his admiration.

Unfortunately…Hai Wuya and his son, along with these old soldiers, were born in the wrong era.

If they had met the young Founding Emperor Yan, they might have become comrades fighting side by side to overthrow the old dynasty.

However, now they are different, and the other side has committed regicide.

Admiration is one thing, loyalty is another.

Only young people confuse the two, but the 300-year-old Founding Emperor Yan doesn’t.

Founding Emperor Yan always supports the Great Yan Imperial Court.

After living for 300 years, Founding Emperor Yan’s old friends, lovers, and descendants from that era have all turned into bones, leaving only distant blood relatives and the Great Yan Imperial Court he established that still exist in the world.

The Great Yan Imperial Court he built, along with the descendants of the royal family, are the lifelong obsession of Founding Emperor Yan.

If one day the royal family is gone and the Great Yan Imperial Court ceases to exist, he will become an immortal lonely ghost in this world of mortals. Ṟ�

"Imperial Guards, Flying Fish Guard, please step back." Yan Shenji waved his hand, allowing the hundreds of soldiers who had surrounded the entire Golden Luang Hall, with over 200 veteran soldiers, to retreat and clear a space.

With the Human Emperor Sword in his hand, Yan Shenji walked alone towards the front, his footsteps echoing in the Golden Luang Hall.

"Figures like you should not die at the hands of the chaos. Let me grant you a death," whispered Founding Emperor Yan.

"With your death today, this matter will end here, and your family will be spared from harm."

According to the law, those who commit regicide should be punished severely. This was the stance of Founding Emperor Yan.

Of course, these old soldiers who joined Hai Wuya basically have no one left, they are now homeless and alone. They might not even know where their families are.

"The old emperor is quite magnanimous, he’s a worthy opponent."

Hai Siyuan smiled and drew his sword, leading the group out.

"Brothers, this is our final battle, charge with me!"

Two hundred old soldiers charged towards the direction of Founding Emperor Yan at the Golden Palace.

Even at the brink of death, they weren’t willing to surrender. Even if they couldn’t die on an inhuman battlefield, they would rather die in battle.

Founding Emperor Yan was indeed a very skilled martial artist.

Great Qin City had invaded the Qiao family. Qiao Shuanggui was killed by him personally, his body still standing there.

The golden core cultivators of the Great Dao Sect, under his command, fell from the sky to the ground, their bodies lying at his feet.

His very existence is a true martial arts legend, a three-hundred-year-old immortal who shattered people’s understanding of martial artists.

To die at the hands of such a strong opponent is not a bad ending after all.

"You have strong fighting spirit, but you are too weak." Yan Shenji gently raised his hand and knocked Hai Siyuan down with a sword, his gaze calm:

"A leader should be powerful and mighty, having just fighting spirit is not enough."

"In this world, besides me, the only other immortal, Qiao Shuanggui, has been killed by my own hands. Who else under the heavens is worthy of being my enemy?"

"Only the Nine Immortal Gates in the heavens—"

Emperor Yan’s words stopped abruptly halfway.

Just as his sword was about to be raised, before he could strike the old soldiers, the air slightly distorted like water ripples, and a sharp sword light burst open, creating a sharp clash with his Human Emperor Sword.

The Emperor Yan suddenly turned his head to look towards the direction of the throne in the Golden Imperial Palace.

On the dragon throne, there sat a white-haired person who appeared to be around thirty years old, with dark eyes that gazed down quietly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The appearance of this white-haired person bore a striking resemblance to Qiao Shuanggui, who had just been killed by Emperor Yan.

Qiao Shuanggui’s body was still standing there, so it would make sense for people to speculate that this person might be Qiao Shuanggui’s twin brother, or have some kind of relationship as a stand-in or a true identity.

"Could this be Qiao Shuanggui’s twin brother? I have heard that the Qiao family members are best at lightness skills and have the ability to teleport once in their lifetime, and it seems that the rumors are true."

Emperor Yan clicked his tongue in amazement.

As a three-hundred-year-old man, he was often surprised by the new things in the martial world these days.

This old-fashioned man seemed to be quite unfamiliar with the current martial world, misunderstanding Tide Listening Building’s Storyteller Clairvoyance as a joke.

After all, the Qiao family members had already shown extraordinary skills like Shape Changing and Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship. Another teleportation ability that he couldn’t understand didn’t seem too unusual.

"Could this mysterious Qiao family member have the ability to teleport once in their lifetime?" The air in the Golden Palace was empty, and Elder Qingyi was lost in thought.

"What is this…?"

It may sound unbelievable, but Elder Qingyi indeed didn’t notice how this new Qiao family member quietly infiltrated the palace and appeared on that dragon throne.

"If my real body was here, I wonder if I could’ve noticed…" Elder Qingyi pondered for a moment before continuing to observe the battle.

"Are you a brother from Qiao Shuanggui’s family?" Founding Emperor Yan glanced at Qiao Shuanggui’s body.

After the death of a Qiao family member, it was common for elder blood relatives to seek revenge… This had become common knowledge in the martial arts world and was considered quite normal.

But what was not normal was the person standing before Founding Emperor Yan.

At the moment their eyes met.

Founding Emperor Yan was already shaken in his heart.

It is often said, "Eyes are the windows to the soul."

The eyes of a Spirit Refining martial artist can unleash the Eye Attacking Technique, silently killing others with their gaze.

The state of mind and character of a martial artist can sometimes be seen through their eyes.

Founding Emperor Yan originally wanted to determine the actual age of the Qiao family member in front of him through the Long Life Fist technique, but as he locked eyes with the person before him, he already had a realization.

The Qiao family member before him could not possibly be the twin brother of Qiao Shuanggui, nor could he be a substitute for the same person’s identity.

The inner cultivation of a martial artist cannot undergo a drastic change in a short period of time, and the current Qiao family member before him is fundamentally different from Qiao Shuanggui. Even without a fight, he can already deduce…

This person and Qiao Shuanggui clearly don’t belong to the same generation; he must be another younger-looking elder from the Qiao family.

Furthermore, his true age might even surpass that of Qiao Shuanggui… Could he be the third immortal on earth?

What’s even more important is…

The person didn’t have a sword in hand, and didn’t use any fancy sword skills.

Just by glancing at the Founding Emperor Yan, an invisible sharp sword light appeared, blocking the attack of Founding Emperor Yan towards the old soldiers.

"Using eyes as a sword?" Founding Emperor Yan frowned.

Spirit Refining martial artist using eyes to kill people means putting mental pressure, the so-called "eyes as swords" is more of a metaphor, a description.

But the Qiao family member in front of him was different.

His gaze truly turned into substantial and sharp sword light, possessing the power to kill with his eyes.

"Spiritual refining superb rank, combined with the perfected Eye Attacking Technique, can make the gaze turn from virtual to real, truly using eyes as swords? It’s really unbelievable."

"Still not speaking? Who are you?" Founding Emperor Yan raised his sword and asked.

Qiao Mu ignored him, after a few seconds, he came back to his senses and looked at Founding Emperor Yan.

"My name?"

It seemed that it had been a long time since he had seen a real person, so his reaction was briefly slow.

"Long Life Lock, this time I have a slight advantage…" Qiao Mu muttered quietly to himself.

From the age of 375 to 675, the length of this dream was equivalent to over 80% of all the dream time Qiao Mu had experienced since his journey from the past to now.

As he emerged from the dream, Qiao Shuanggui at 375 years old looked completely different.

He rose slowly from the throne, his gaze cold and piercing.

"Qiao family, Qiao Jin."

Now, he didn’t have to worry about arguing or debating anymore, or about whether goodness is like water.

He looked at many old soldiers standing in the Golden Palace, and his eyes, once hard as iron, softened slightly.

Two deaths occurred in a short time in reality.

But for Qiao Mu, it was a reunion after a separation of three hundred years.

"Young man, don’t rush to your death, life is precious." He teased at these white-headed soldiers, saying,

"Since you have such fighting spirit, why not save it for the future battle against immortals."

He stood up from the dragon throne, moving as swiftly as a startled swan.

The old soldiers felt a gust of wind passing by them, making their robes rustle.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the air in front of them, the old soldiers couldn’t even see the movement clearly, just a blur before their eyes.

When they looked again.

The powerful hero who lived for three hundred years, the founding emperor of our dynasty, was grabbed tightly around the waist by Qiao Mu’s giant hand, lifted high off the ground.

"The Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon’s Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps…" The Founding Emperor Yan’s face changed.

The Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps was known as the best lightness skill in the world, famous for allowing people to leap eight steps through the air, and its speed was unmatched.

While Qiao Mu’s skill in the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps was not as good as the Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon that Founding Emperor Yan had fought before, thanks to Qiao Mu’s incredibly strong body, his explosive speed surpassed it.

Before anyone could react, Qiao Mu had already grabbed Founding Emperor Yan in his hand.

"The hero of three hundred years in martial arts…" Qiao Mu murmured, his deep voice echoing throughout the Golden Palace, and in the hearts of the old soldiers.

His giant hand holding Founding Emperor Yan expanded, then he threw him down.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the ground of the Golden Palace exploded, sending countless fragments of rocks and dust flying.

Emperor Yan trembled all over, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and collapsed in the pit.

The thousands of Imperial Guards who originally surrounded the veteran soldiers all turned pale and unconsciously took a few steps back.

This ancestral founder of the country has broken through common knowledge, a martial arts myth of three hundred years of longevity…

Even the immortal masters from the Great Dao Sect had to come down from the sky in front of him, and Qiao Shuanggui from the Qiao family was also slain by him, displaying an almost invincible presence in the world.

Such a character fell into a disadvantage just as Qiao Jin appeared, captured by his giant hand?

Emperor Yan’s whole body shook, a powerful force like the sea erupted, and he broke free from Qiao Mu’s giant hand in one go, flipping lightly in the air and landing lightly on both feet.

"This time I was too arrogant…."

Emperor Yan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although he realized that Qiao Jin was extraordinary, he still instinctively treated him as a opponent similar to Qiao Shuanggui.

"With such terrifying physical strength, combined with the speed of the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, could this Qiao Jin be an old monster who has lived for many years? Even I suffered a loss."

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