Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

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Attacking when unprepared, ending the fight quickly and efficiently is the most effective.

Although Qiao Mu, charred by his thunder technique, was not fully dead, the powerful lightning had severely injured his organs and heart, with his life force flickering like a candle in the wind.

At that moment, Dao Ke suddenly felt a sharp gaze on him.

The gaze came from a mortal beneath his feet.

The mortal was named Yan Shenji. He was said to be from the royal family ancestors, living for two hundred years in the deep palace.

Dao Ke didn’t take things too seriously. As a fifth-level Golden Core immortal cultivator, he had actually lived for seven or eight hundred years. Although most of his time was spent in cultivation, he was much older than the so-called "royal family ancestor."

Dao Ke coldly said, "What, blaming me for intervening halfway? Did I ruin your one-on-one duel with the martial artist? This is not a competition ring, but an assassin breaking into the palace."

"Are you prepared to bite the immortal being Lu Dongbin? I did save your life."

"Where is Emperor Yonghe? Let him come to see me. A member of the Qiao family should be executed, Hai Wuya is also going to die, and there is no news from the Wuji Association. Today’s events end here."

The sound of his words echoed in the night sky, spreading far and wide.

The expression on Hai Wuya’s face in the distance dimmed slightly.

Over the years, Hai Wuya had seen many martial artists fall to cultivators, so it was nothing new to him.

But this was the Qiao family’s martial arts from practicing the "Human Path Sutra."

"Duel? What’s that?" Yan Shenji asked blankly.

"It’s a fight between enemies on the battlefield, where the winner takes all, and any means to win are justified," explained the other person.

"You interrupted my fight, but it’s not a big deal," said Yan Shenji.

"Is that settled then?" asked Dao Ke casually.

He saw Emperor Yonghe, who was hiding in the distance, coming towards him and Yan Shenji with the Flying Fish Guards.

"The esteemed Dao Ke from the Great Dao Sect has arrived?" Emperor Yonghe cursed Dao Ke inwardly, but acted friendly in his presence.

However, Yan Shenji frowned at the scene unfolding before his eyes.

The dignified Great Yan Emperor was being ordered around by an inhuman?

No… that’s not the most important thing.

The Nine Immortal Gates have a powerful presence in Jiu Province, making the Great Yan Imperial Court bow down, which is not a rare occurrence.

Even if Yan Shenji lives a peaceful life, it’s impossible for him not to know the attitude of the Great Yan Imperial Court towards the Nine Immortal Gates today.

Making him furrow his brow and feel concerned, what truly matters is the role that the Great Dao Sect cultivator Dao Ke can play in this event.

"Why should the Great Dao Sect’s members interfere in palace matters?"

Yan Shenji suddenly asked.

This question was asking about Dao Ke, as well as Emperor Yonghe.

Emperor Yonghe felt uneasy, thinking, why ask this at all? Isn’t it better to rely on the power of the Immortal Gates to deal with the Qiao family or the Wuji Association?

Although this elderly royal ancestor usually doesn’t get involved, he inherits the violent temperament of the founder. If this matter is explained in detail to him, he might get angry.

And Dao Ke just smirked.

"Do you still hold a grudge despite your victory? Is there a grudge in your heart in the end?"

He was gathering thunder in his hand, ready to release a palm thunder, but Yan Shenji’s strange look made him pause.

Yan Shenji was an old man with wrinkles on his face, looking to be around sixty years old. Though old, he still appeared lively and spirited.

However, at that moment, his facial skin started to change.

The already shallow wrinkles gradually smoothed out, his slightly stooped figure straightened up, the skin with faint age spots turned rosy, and even his white hair began to turn black bit by bit.

At that moment, Yan Shenji had shed all signs of old age, appearing completely like a young man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, sharp and intense gaze, and broad shoulders.

Yan Shenji boasted that his Long Life Fist had reached a profound level of mastery, and it was not without reason.

With the lock of Qi and blood in the Long Life Fist, he could maintain the appearance of an old man with just a thought, or return to his youthful form. These were two different age states.

And at that moment, Yan Shenji clearly appeared to be in his prime, with his Qi and blood undiminished.

With such a look and posture, Emperor Yonghe was not only shocked, but also felt a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

Before he could figure out the strange feeling in his heart, a loud clang was heard.

When he looked down, he saw Emperor Yonghe’s Human Emperor Sword at his waist trembling and emitting a faint hum.

Amidst the continuous trembling, this important national weapon actually unsheathed itself and flew into the hands of Yan Shenji.

"This…" Emperor Yonghe’s heart trembled:

"Is this a martial artist of the Spiritual Refining Period above, controlling objects with the mind?"

He didn’t know much about the ways of martial artists, but his intuition told him that the scene in front of him was very unnatural.

"Emperor," Yan Shenji held the Human Emperor Sword, his eyes calm:

"Let me give you a lesson today in front of our ancestors."

He raised the Human Emperor Sword in his hand, pointed it at the Great Dao Sect cultivator standing in the air, and spoke forcefully:

"No land under the sky is not ruled by a king, and no shore is without king’s subjects."

"As citizens of Great Yan, why not kneel?"

The Human Emperor Sword pointed towards Dao Ke standing in midair. While Dao Ke was still sneering, he noticed a dazzling golden light flashing on the Human Emperor Sword.

Two faint golden chains emerged from the void and tied around his body from behind.

Dao Ke, who was still sneering in the air, suddenly froze his smile, fell from the sky in an instant, and awkwardly landed on the ground.

In the moment the illusory golden chains wrapped around him, he felt a powerful force depriving him of his ability to stand in the air, even pressuring him to kneel before the mortal in front of him.

Dao Ke’s face changed dramatically, his body trembling, and his knees shaking. As a cultivator, he naturally had pride, how could he kneel before a mortal emperor?

What frightened him more was… this immense mysterious force seemed to come from the Human Emperor Sword, the weapon of the Immortal Gate that even feared the national destiny?

"Why could the ancestors use the Human Emperor Sword? He has never been an emperor, just a martial artist. Is it because of his royal bloodline?" Emperor Yonghe was puzzled at this moment.

"Then why am I…."

Emperor Yonghe soon had no time to think, because Yan Shenji said the second sentence.

"Listen carefully, this is the second lesson."

Yan Shenji, who had transformed into a young man, looked directly at the fallen cultivator Dao Ke and spoke like thunder:

"A strong ruler should have a strong army!"

At this moment, the Human Emperor Sword in Yan Shenji’s hand shone brightly with golden light. With a swift movement, a sword beam mixed with golden light and mysterious yellow energy flashed by, slicing apart the purple thunder erupting from Dao Ke’s hand.

"My cultivation…" Dao Ke’s pupils shook violently. At this moment, he felt that all the cultivation he had worked so hard for was being wiped away by Yan Shenji’s sword strike, not just the palm thunder he had released, but also hundreds of years of his cultivation.

His original cultivation at the fifth level of the Golden Core realm plummeted in an instant, falling back to the level he had just achieved when forming his core.

The light on Yan Shenji’s sword moved again!

This time, a bloodline appeared on his forehead, splitting him in half, blood splattering everywhere, flesh and blood muddled together.

"Did you see that?" Yan Shenji held up the Human Emperor Sword, looking back at Emperor Yonghe.

The brilliant golden light on his Human Emperor Sword dimmed slightly, showing signs of depletion.

The sword was already stained with blood, droplets falling to the ground.

Drip, drop.

The front of the golden palace fell silent, the sound of blood dripping clearly audible.

"Did you see that?" Yan Shenji held the sword in hand, saying calmly:

"You, child, must have lacked confidence, which is why the Human Emperor Sword never left its sheath."

"How can a sword that has never been stained with blood or drawn from its sheath intimidate inhuman?"

Emperor Yonghe stared blankly at the familiar face of the young man, Yan Shenji. He felt like he had been struck by lightning, with Yan Shenji’s words echoing in his mind…

Your Majesty, those with strong soldiers and horses shall prevail!

Yan Shenji dared to say this not because of his royal lineage or high seniority, allowing him to speak boldly in front of Emperor Yonghe, the current emperor.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Instead, it was because…

He was the founding emperor of Great Yan, who once rose from humble beginnings as a martial artist to sweep through Jiu Province, wielding the Human Emperor Sword to overthrow the previous dynasty, conquer the land from horseback, and establish the Great Yan Imperial Court for three centuries!

The founding emperor of Great Yan!

This martial legend from three hundred years ago was already invincible in the world, using unparalleled courage to destroy a decaying dynasty and establish the foundation of the Great Yan Imperial Court.

His portrait still hangs in Emperor Yonghe’s Imperial Study to this day!

So this young man Yan Shenji’s face made him feel very familiar.

"Emperor Yonghe, why did you use the name Yan Shenji?" asked Emperor Yonghe with a harsh voice.

Yan Shenji snorted coldly in response.

"The sword used by Emperor Yonghe has become the Human Emperor Sword, a national treasure that carries the fate of the country."

"Even the chamber pot used by Emperor Yonghe is a priceless treasure kept in the palace."

"If Emperor Yonghe were still alive, would you have worshipped me on the altar?"

A country cannot have two rulers.

The influence and reputation of the founding Emperor are immense, he is not only the founding Emperor but also the unrivaled general on the battlefield, the number one in the world three hundred years ago!

As long as he is still alive, will the current Emperor rule in the palace and in the court, or will this old man still be in charge?

This matter was not something that "Yan Shenji" could decide on his own, even if he willingly gave up his power, it would only mean losing the title of emperor.

"Then why Yan Shenji? You’ve mentioned the story of Yan Shenji leaving in anger many times before," Emperor Yonghe couldn’t help but ask again.

"Nonsense," the founding emperor of Great Yan said impatiently.

"Haven’t you complained several times that the story of falling off a cliff is too cliché, and that it would be better if it was written by the storyteller from Tide Listening Building?"

"Because I was the one who wrote it, so naturally it’s not as appealing as the storyteller’s version."

"As for the real Yan Shenji…" the founding emperor of Great Yan’s face showed a hint of loneliness and regret:

"He has long been dead."

Yan Shenji, among the imperial princes and grandchildren of the founding emperor of Great Yan, had the highest talent in martial arts, and his temperament was most like the founding emperor.

"Leaving in anger is true," the founding emperor of Great Yan said slowly:

"The Great Mechanic fell off a cliff many years ago, he was harmed by traitors from the Sky Fire Sect."

"Before he left the royal palace, he made a vow to make a name for himself in the martial world without relying on his identity as the emperor’s grandson, so he used a false name to roam the martial world."

"Therefore, it was only many years after his death that I learned he had died at the hands of traitors from the Sky Fire Sect in his first year outside the royal palace."

"And so… with the name ‘Yan Shenji,’ I wiped out the Sky Fire Sect from top to bottom, making the name ‘Yan Shenji’ famous in Jiu Province, and even listed on the Tide Listening Building Hero List."

"All of these… are stories from many years ago."

When mentioning Yan Shenji, the founding emperor of Great Yan could not hide his loneliness and regret.

Despite having a young face, his tone and expression clearly showed that even though his vitality remained, he was no longer a young man.

The former founding emperor of Great Yan was extremely confident, a controlling patriarch who wanted to oversee everything.

The real heir, Yan Shenji, left in anger and tragically died on the martial world path, his soul perished.

After the founding emperor of Great Yan retired, he no longer managed affairs and only focused on martial arts as a pure martial artist.

"Yan Shenji’s" voice sounded a bit lonely as he looked at Qiao Shuanggui’s body, black as charcoal in the pit.

"Who in this world can avoid aging?" he said slowly.

"Heroes always have a twilight time, and beauties also have days of fading beauty."

"In ancient times, how many emperors were diligent in their youth to expand their territory, but in their later years indulged in luxury and pleasure?"

"Even if the body doesn’t age and the vitality remains, how can an ordinary heart withstand the erosion of time?"

"As people grow older, they become more afraid of death, this is normal for humans."

And this is actually the reason why he revealed his true identity as the founding emperor of Great Yan.

Qiao Shuanggui is the second immortal besides the founding emperor of Great Yan in the world.

A member of the Qiao family lived a long life but died young, with a strong will to live yet not afraid of death, which truly shook the heart of the founding emperor of Great Yan.

"Stand up, Qiao Shuanggui," Yan Shenji said in a deep voice, holding a sword.

"People say that the Qiao family members are fearless and brave, inheriting the spirit of ancient chivalry."

"Tell me, why did you invade the palace this time, and why did you die?"

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