Chapter 1125: Chapter 1125: He... Seems to Be Just Passing Through
The news of Ancestor Xie of the Xie Family leaving seclusion quickly reached the ears of Sky Net. Both Long Qie and Titan were shocked to realize how terrifying a figure Ancestor Xie is.
Even the leader of Futu came rushing to find Xiao Zheng and said, "This is bad, I never expected Ancestor Xie to still be alive."
He looked a bit anxious.
Futu is one of the most prominent forces in Hua Country, with exceptional intelligence capabilities, so they have some understanding of Ancestor Xie.
He is a martial arts prodigy with extraordinary talent, and he’s been at the Martial Saint Realm for sixty years, incredibly terrifying.
Xiao Zheng, however, wasn’t panicked at all. He appeared very calm, smiled faintly, and said, "You all need not worry, Ancestor Xie? Just an old man on the brink of dying."
"On the brink of dying?" The leader of Futu was momentarily stunned.
Long Qie and Titan were both shocked.
Xiao Zheng’s eyes flashed with a deep look, "Once I heard the news of Ancestor Xie leaving seclusion, I more or less knew what he intended to do. Even a Martial Saint, at a hundred and twenty years old, is nearing death. The reason why he wants to make trouble for me is probably because of the Golden Bone in my possession. This Golden Bone is very mysterious and could potentially extend his life."
The leader of Futu was enlightened, "That explains it. Despite your current immense renown, why the Xie Family would still want to provoke you, turns out this is the reason."
The greatest pursuit of a martial artist is to ascend to higher martial realms, but human effort cannot defy the heavens. Even a Martial Saint who lives to a hundred and twenty is nearing death.
In the history of Hua Country, the legendary martial god, Zhang Sanfeng, also only lived a little over a hundred years.
Even Zhang Sanfeng, an illustrious and legendary master, could only live that long. This shows that Ancestor Xie’s indeed near the end.
However, the leader of Futu’s expression soon turned grave.
"I’ve read some intelligence reports before, so I have some understanding of the Martial Saint. At this level, their body is practically indestructible, flawless, without weaknesses! Even at the limits of their lifespan, they can maintain peak combat power. Only in the final moment of death do they lose control over themselves."
The leader of Futu looked very serious, "Therefore, this Ancestor Xie is still incredibly terrifying. One might even say that in his quest to live, he would become more fearsome than an average Martial Saint master."
"That’s true." Xiao Zheng nodded but there was still no trace of anxiety on his face. He remained very calm, smiling, "But what if he remains at his peak?"
Xiao Zheng glanced northward, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "I do hope he is as strong as possible. Since breaking into the Martial Saint Realm, I haven’t had an evenly matched battle in a long time."
The leader of Futu was momentarily speechless; Xiao Zheng showed no signs of tension, instead, he was very excited.
"Oh well, I won’t say more. In any case, in this duel, Futu will wholeheartedly support you." With that, the leader of Futu bid farewell.
Xiao Zheng saw him off with a smile.
Back in the secret chamber, Xiao Zheng began to seclude himself, readying to elevate his condition to the most perfect state in a few days.
After all, the opponent is a Martial Saint, even he must take it seriously.
"Ancestor Xie, I hope you won’t disappoint me." Xiao Zheng murmured to himself, then closed his eyes and started training.
...
While winds of change were sweeping across the whole land of Hua Country, an inconspicuous little old man was making his way south from the North Pole.
He was walking.
Every step he took could cover a few hundred meters, surpassing the speed of sound, yet silent and mysterious.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
He descended south from the North Pole, easily crossing the ancient glaciers, arriving at a vast ocean littered with floating ice. A faint light appeared on his toes as he then proceeded directly across the sea.
Crossing the sea!
Following that, he arrived in the north of Hua Country in Siberia.
This is one of the broadest, coldest, and harshest areas in the world.
The biting cold wind endlessly swept across the Siberian terrain, the northernmost tundra, as sharp as knives.
And this gaunt elder strolled leisurely, easily traversing the region without a trace of snow or wind touching him.
Beneath the tundra lies a vast forest, a realm covered in snow, home to the fearsome Siberian tigers.
These tigers are among the most ferocious animals on Earth, terrifying beyond measure, capable of easily killing and tearing prey apart.
The gaunt elder entered this forest.
He hadn’t traveled far when a thunderous roar echoed from afar, causing the icy snow on the trees around him to fall.
The tiger roared, terrifying the beasts.
Soon, a lithe tiger appeared before the gaunt elder, opening its bloody maw, eyes fierce.
The gaunt elder’s expression remained indifferent.
He simply took a step.
Bang!
The ferocious tiger exploded directly in the forest, scattering countless blood-colored fragments in all directions, painting the area with a layer of scarlet.
He quickly traversed the forest.
Beneath the forest lies a vast plain.
This plain, covered in snow and ice, spans the Asian continent, the largest across the world. The Mongol Empire once passed through this immense plain to reach Europe.
The gaunt elder moved south across the plain and soon encountered a massive training camp, known worldwide as the Siberian Training Camp.
This training camp is a globally renowned devil training camp, using the harshest methods to cultivate the most fearsome warriors, housing devil-like figures with terrifying abilities.
The gaunt elder’s path was a straight line, directly crashing through.
Boom!
The ironclad buildings of the camp collapsed in succession, leaving a north-south passage.
Jarring alarms blared as countless powerful figures charged out from the camp, roaring in anger towards the gaunt elder.
Boom boom boom!
Explosions rang out in the air, and those who came into contact with the gaunt elder were first enveloped in azure Gang Qi, then exploded, turning into countless fragments.
Even within the camp, powerful individuals known as devil instructors rushed forward, only to be blown apart instantly.
Everyone was aghast.
"Who is this devil...?"
The gaunt elder remained unsoiled by blood, stepping hundreds of meters at a time, continuing to move south with an indifferent expression.
He quickly passed through the training camp, then headed farther away.
"It seems... he’s just passing through." The people in the camp reached this emotionally complex conclusion.