Just like that, 478 was conquered by him.
The Martial God strode forward, having eradicated the guards here, and more martial artists erged from the teleportation gate behind him.
Without a word, they dispersed in all directions.
Sotis it takes a bit of luck to find the Earth Vein Extre Point, the World Core.
No matter what, even with the worst luck, it's just a matter of a few dozen minutes.
These are not concerns.
Thus, the Martial God casually chose a direction and steadily moved forward.
The Master of the World was startled by the changes here as soon as they occurred.
The Master of the World cautiously approached, intending to launch a surprise attack.
He was very confident because of special ans purchased from the World Forum.
However, before he could get close, the opponent seed to sense sothing.
And then a punch ca down.
Dead?
At the World Core, the Master of the World sighed, as expected, there truly is such an overpowered cheat.
Even with his clone, having the Master of the World authority and treasures purchased from the World Forum, he was still taken down with one punch.
This is definitely not sothing a little world can nurture.
It belongs to external aid.
To be able to bring in such a powerful person.
There was jealousy and envy in his eyes.
Luckily, he wasn't one of the first few little worlds to be invaded.
Otherwise, it would be over.
He glanced at the bloody task issued by the system and comnted sarcastically, learning sothing new, that above the inevitable death level, there actually is more.
Even the World Forum hasn't heard of this.
How unlucky to encounter such an overpowered cheat.
There's really no choice.
The strongest under his command and even his clone, all wiped out with a single punch, it's simply hopeless, completely not on the sa level.
Then, with a thought.
At the World Core, the ground surged, and it wasn't an altar, but a teleportation gate.
Amid his turmoil, he waited several seconds before a man stepped out of the gate.
???
He looked quite ordinary, wearing leather armor, with a long knife at his waist.
But the Master of the World didn't dare underestimate him.
Just because, ???
He was just like the monster that broke into his own world.
They all were ???
As the Master of the World, in his own little world, even using the World Authority, he could only see ???
Undoubtedly, they were all overpowered cheats.
No choice, not only his subordinates, even his own clones, the Master of the World clone, and a one-ti high-power treasure for protection, all wiped out with one hit, already made him shut down emotionally.
At this mont, his ntality had undoubtedly collapsed.
The man who broke in glanced at him and said, "Where's the target."
Despite the man's attitude not being aggressive, the Master of the World still felt a sense of disregard, as if he, the Master of the World, was nothing more than an ant in the man's eyes.
He sighed, using the Master of the World authority to point out a direction.
Oh!
The Martial God, moving forward with a laid-back attitude, suddenly stopped, and his expression beca serious.
He was locked on by an invisible aura.
It was very special yet unfamiliar.
Unfamiliar because it was the first ti encountering this aura, special because he felt threatened.
Feeling threatened as an Unrivaled Warrior.
An Unrivaled Martial Artist, invincible at the sa realm, isn't a joke.
Even with enemies from these little worlds, what if a group of Sixth Realm appeared?
They'd be wiped out the sa, one punch each.
However!
The halted Martial God looked ahead, within his sensing range appeared a very ordinary man, wearing leather armor, with a knife at his waist, slowly and steadily approaching.
The Martial God's expression was serious, but more excited.
Unrivaled?
Five Weapons Great World, Unrivaled Blade Cultivator Nan, please enlighten .
A thousand knives.
The man spoke, waved his hand, and the long knife at his waist left his grip.
Instantly, countless knife shadows whistled out, shrouding the view.
The sky was completely torn apart.
Not taphorically, but truly ripped in consciousness.
Because each knife beam couldn't be borne by the little world, easily tearing the void.
The world imdiately scread in agony.
The Martial God's expression was serious, fists swinging out, countless fist shadows.
The knife shadows dispersed.
The Martial God's fists were bloodied, with countless knife cuts, with bones exposed.
A large amount of blood splattered, each drop twisting, looking extrely eerie, like living creatures.
Everything before him turned into chaos, as a large gash was opened in the little world, causing severe damage.
"What a pity!"
The Martial God had a strong war intent in his eyes, yet he sighed.
Only because, though the opponent was unrivaled, he wasn't a martial artist, but a cultivator.
Even if stronger than him.
Yes, this blade cultivator was stronger.
A pure martial artist reaching the Sixth Realm is certainly an Unrivaled Martial Artist, invincible in the Sixth Realm, no genius or prodigy can withstand a strike.
Even at the Demon level, it's just a matter of a few more punches.
But it doesn't an other cultivators don't have supre power.
There are those who dare call themselves unrivaled.
The one before him was just that.
The Martial God, who hadn't fully recovered after the first breakthrough, fell into a lower state after being struck.
The blood dripping intricately just showed his decline.
Because the blood contained the opponent's Unrivaled Blade Intent.
This was the power capable of killing him.
Still, the Martial God was full of war intent.
But alas, the battle can't go on.
After the strike, the heavily damaged little world expelled the Unrivaled Blade Cultivator.
The Unrivaled Blade Cultivator could stay, but he didn't dare.
If so, not only would this little world fully reject him, but if that doesn't work, it might even self-destruct to bring everything to ruin.
Thus, he left after a full-strength attack.
But the Martial God, whose body can control every cell, breaking the void and remaining unbreakable, being primordial isn't a boast.
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