Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

A Grandmaster fighter could strike twice.

But a Great Grandmaster could be hit more than ten times on the head and still only be injured, not killed.

Then even Su Ping's avatar had to increase his strength, swinging the Iron Bone more times with each breath.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a Great Grandmaster-level battle, the soldiers on the outskirts could only see countless afterimages flying around, hearing thunderclaps exploding inside.

But... they kept seeing Grandmaster fighters flying out of the battlefield, either gravely injured and dying or already dead.

This made the Great General and Gui's faces increasingly unsightly.

After all, no matter how you looked at it, their side was continually losing manpower.

This made him involuntarily look at the siege weapons being pushed forward.

These siege weapons were war machines crafted by the best artisans.

Tremendously powerful, theoretically enough to break the defenses of those Grandmaster fighters.

But in practice, their accuracy was questionable and not practical.

However, before coming, the Imperial Family's Great Grandmaster had proactively approached the Great General and urged him to bring these war machines.

He mentioned that if things became impossible, he would use all his strength to bind Su Juxia with Demon Techniques.

Then the Great General could seize the opportunity to launch a volley of arrows to kill that Demon Su!

The idea was indeed heroic.

But they hadn't expected that Demon Su would choose to launch a night attack during a torrential rain.

The heavy rain and dark night would only worsen the already ailing accuracy of the siege weapons.

And another prerequisite... to bind the opponent seemed exceedingly difficult to achieve!

As the last Grandmaster fighter flew out.

Only four figures remained entangled on the battlefield.

And after clashing and separating again.

The four figures finally stopped turning into afterimages.

Crash!

The air shield vanished, and the torrential rain fell, drenching the Great Grandmasters' clothes.

It also allowed the Great General and others to see the sorry state of these Great Grandmasters at this moment.

All three Great Grandmasters were in tatters, completely unrecognizable.

Blood continually flowed from their faces, heads, and various parts of their bodies, mixing with the rainwater and dripping onto the cold ground.

Poof!

Two Great Grandmasters fell straight down, their life or death unknown.

Only the strongest one, a Great Grandmaster of Royal lineage, barely opened half an eye, gazing at Su Juxia holding the twisted Iron Bone with eyes full of hatred and unwillingness.

He howled, taking a difficult step forward.

His aura changed with the operation of some cultivation technique, seeming to have a new transformation.

It looked as though this Great Grandmaster was about to unleash his ace in the hole.

But just as he took a step, and his aura began to change.

Su Juxia, who seemed unscathed, suddenly threw out the Iron Bone with a swift motion.

The Iron Bone turned into an afterimage, hitting the Great Grandmaster's head with lightning speed.

Then, no miracle happened.

The Great Grandmaster's head was crushed, and his moving body immediately halted, then fell to the ground.

"The Great Grandmasters, they're all dead..."

All around, the officers who knew these fighters' identities trembled in fear under the rain-soaked night.

The Great General and Gui also retreated continually, not even daring to let the nearby siege weapons launch an attack.

Seeing Demon Su look over, just a glance made his hair stand on end.

Su Ping's avatar indeed walked over.

The Great General and Gui seemed to think of something, quickly pulling out a scroll Imperial decree from his chest:

"Lord Su Juxia, please wait a moment!"

"I am the Great General He Gui, this is an imperial decree from His Majesty, willing to pardon all your crimes and elevate you as the Great Grandmaster of Daxia!"

This imperial decree of the Great General and Gui was originally a backup plan given to the Great General by Emperor Yuanwu.

It was meant to be shown secretly to express Daxia's sincerity after an unfavorable attack.

But now, the Great General and Gui couldn't care less about that.

The greatest Grandmaster under heaven?

The surviving Martial Artists all widened their eyes.

This... was the greatest wish of countless Martial Artists in the Daxia Dynasty, wasn't it?

After understanding, Su Ping's avatar laughed heartily.

Then, with a move, he appeared beside the Great General and Gui in the blink of an eye, snapping his neck, leaving him a whole corpse.

Then, Su Ping's avatar glanced over the remaining soldiers in the camp, leaving a warning:

"I don't care about some damn emperor's title."

"The greatest under heaven, I will personally go to the Capital City and prove it myself!"

"With the power of one man, suppress an entire dynasty."

"That! Is truly the greatest under heaven!"

It took a while for the remaining echo in their ears to fade before the officers in the military camp realized that Demon Su had indeed left.

Countless people cried tears of joy.

Afterward, they waited until the rain stopped during the day, then hurriedly cleaned up the battlefield and returned to the Capital City.

During this time, countless soldiers fled, and even many captains and assistant generals left with confidants.

This also led to the news that the three Grandmasters of the Daxia Dynasty had fallen, and that thirty thousand troops could not match a single adversary, spreading throughout the dynasty.

Three days later.

Su Juxia appeared at a post station near the Capital City.

Several hundred experts ambushed him and returned in great defeat.

One day later, the entire camp of the Capital City army moved out, with two Great Grandmasters hidden among them seeking an opportunity to sneak attack.

The result, however, just half a day later, was a fast horse galloping toward the Imperial Palace.

Soon, the nobles in the Capital City knew the news.

More than thirty military officers and two Great Grandmasters had all perished at the hands of the adversary.

As for the army, only a few hundred managed to flee back to the Capital City.

It wasn't that the rest were all killed.

Rather, only those few hundred with roots in the Capital City chose to return; the others had already become deserters.

That night, although the gates of the Capital City were tightly shut, the city walls saw people coming and going incessantly.

Some left with their entire families, taking their valuables along.

Others went to the place where Su Juxia was resting, offering various forms of goodwill.

But all these gestures of goodwill were rejected.

At dawn.

Su Juxia arrived at the Capital City.

He leaped directly onto the city walls and then proceeded towards the Imperial Palace.

The resistance he encountered along the way was even weaker than at the State Mansion before.

It wasn't until he entered the Imperial Palace that he witnessed what could be considered decent resistance.

However, the thousands of soldiers without top experts were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs in Su Ping's avatar's eyes.

Boom!

The main hall of the Imperial Palace was smashed open.

Several armored guards were thrown inside, landing heavily on the ground.

Then, Su Ping's avatar looked at Emperor Yuanwu sitting on the throne.

Emperor Yuanwu suppressed his inner fear, looked at the approaching Su Juxia, and closed his eyes.

"Not begging for mercy?"

Su Ping observed the aged face of Emperor Yuanwu.

This old emperor could be considered a powerful ruler of his era.

If not for himself and the invasion of the Chaos Demons,

he could have left a decent reputation in the Red Dragon Realm.

At least future emperors, regardless of their origins, who aimed to achieve significant feats, would bring him up for praise at times.

Su Ping's avatar clenched his fist and suddenly punched forward.

This punch carried the sound of tearing through the air.

Thud!

The fist was, however, blocked by a flute.

An old Taoist in a taoist robe with white hair appeared beside the emperor, stopping Su Ping's avatar's iron fist.

This was the State Preceptor of the Daxia Dynasty.

His true identity, of course, was the Inspector left in the Red Dragon Realm by Taoism.

After becoming the State Preceptor, this old Taoist disappeared from the sight of officials and the Imperial Family under the pretext of traveling far away.

So at times of crisis, no one thought of this old State Preceptor.

But unexpectedly, at this critical moment, this mysterious old State Preceptor actually returned!

"State Preceptor! Save Daxia, please!"

Opening his eyes and seeing this scene, Emperor Yuanwu immediately knelt down in front of the old Taoist.

"Alas."

Although the old Taoist belonged to Taoism, he was unaware of Su Ping's plans.

As a Golden Core cultivator who was exiled here, his greatest fear was trouble, so he usually hid in the mountains for cultivation.

This time, it was his Spiritual Treasure that warned him, prompting him to rush over hastily.

And then he saw Su Juxia about to kill Emperor Yuanwu.

This gave him a colossal headache.

This term's Divine Path Red Dragon had yet to send anyone over for harvest.

If the emperor died, Daxia would collapse and disintegrate.

The Divine Path Red Dragon of Daxia, even if not dead, would likely be half-crippled, right?

He had no choice but to take action, and after catching the opponent's punch,

a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He too noticed the unusual anomaly of Su Ping's avatar.

"Some kind of wood attribute special Spiritual Body?"

"No wonder it could stir such a storm!"

"However, even so, I cannot let you ruin the major events."