The martial arts world was vast and boundless, filled with countless inhabitants and extraordinary events. Yet, this particular incident was different.
It wasn’t about so celestial beings or divine bodies. Instead, it revolved around a group of seemingly insignificant “mortals.”
They were neither exceptional nor remarkable. Humble and stubborn, they lacked foundations, profound understanding, proper equipnt, or martial arts techniques. All they had was a crude skill known as the “Martial Arts That Even a Fool Can Practice.”
This technique was so basic that even warriors in the Acquired or Xiantian realms dismissed it as inferior, noting its severe side effects and deeming it far less effective than conventional thods.
Yet, against all odds, it beca the key that allowed the survival army to break free from the demon clan’s siege.
People marveled at the army’s tenacity, but their amazent was short-lived. The survival army soon disappeared from the public eye.
When it reappeared, however, it was no longer the sa. Led by a girl nad Wu Yingxue, the army had beco relentless, launching ferocious attacks exclusively on the demon clan.
While the martial arts world saw frequent invasions and counter-invasions, the survival army’s hatred for the demons was unmatched. Their determination was beyond ordinary emotions—it was fueled by an intense, unquenchable rage.
So believed they would burn out quickly, but the opposite occurred. The army grew stronger, rescuing mortals captured by demons and adding them to their ranks. Those who bore grudges against demons willingly joined as well.
As their numbers swelled, the survival army began to resemble the foundation of a fledgling nation. But Wu Yingxue harbored no such ambitions. Her only goal was revenge—to kill as many demons as possible for Xu Xi.
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“Sir, the ti is near…”
“I’ll soon be strong enough…”
“To truly avenge you.”
Years later, the survival army struck again, annihilating every demon in a “breeding farm.”
Though smaller in scale than the Shiwan Mountains, the farm still posed a formidable challenge. The decisive factor was Wu Yingxue’s current cultivation as a human immortal.
Her power burned like a blazing fire, radiating with the brilliance of the sun. It was a force of destruction and rebirth, a testant to her transformation through pain and determination.
Silently, Wu Yingxue pulled out a large, cyan dragon scale. It was broad and thick, strikingly similar to the scales of the Emperor Daqian.
“Blue… dragon…”
She gritted her teeth as she uttered the words, gripping the scale tightly until blood trickled from her palms.
“I won’t let you go. Never…”
“No matter what it costs—my life, my soul—I’ll make you pay!”
The cool night breeze brushed her face, transporting her back to the night she left the Shiwan Mountains. Her grip tightened around the spear in her hand, tears evaporating as flas surged within her.
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Wu Yingxue and the survival army continued their relentless battle against the demon clan.
Their purpose was singular: kill the demons.
Even newcors joined with the sa resolve. The ‘Martial Arts That Even a Fool Can Practice’ Technique allowed mortals to fight, but it had its limits. It provided opportunities but could not grant instant strength.
Over the years, many who practiced the ‘Martial Arts That Even a Fool Can Practice’ Technique perished. They fell to demon claws, fangs, and occasionally, the attacks of other races.
As the army grew, it also attracted the greed of other races, who viewed it as an opportunity for conquest.
Fortunately, humanity was not weak. With the intervention of powerful human warriors, the survival army endured.
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Years of battle turned the survival army into a thorn in the demons’ side. Demon gods and demon saints, enraged, sought to destroy Wu Yingxue.
But she was cautious, skillfully avoiding disaster ti and again.
Eventually, the demons dismissed the survival army, likening them to pesky mosquitoes. They only attacked breeding farms, after all. What harm could they truly do?
A hundred years passed.
By then, the survival army had beco a fixture of the martial arts world. While weaker demons feared them, demon gods and saints viewed them as insignificant. So even joked that if the army didn’t flee so quickly, a single claw could annihilate them.
These jokes persisted—until shocking news spread across the martial arts world.
The Azure Demon Demonic God, a being equivalent to a transcendent immortal, had been ambushed and killed by the survival army.
This wasn’t a rumor or a misunderstanding. The Azure Demonic Dragon God, a true demon god, had fallen.
More accurately, he had been “drowned.”
Wu Yingxue, leader of the survival army, harbored a deep grudge against the Azure Dragon. Using forbidden techniques that drained her own life force, she temporarily gained strength equivalent to a transcendent being and challenged him.
The battle was fierce.
The survival army attacked relentlessly, their seemingly feeble strikes piling on damage. Qinglong, blinded by arrogance, never considered the possibility of defeat. By the ti he realized the danger, it was too late—his body could no longer endure.
“Sir, I’ve finally… I’ve finally…”
“Hahaha!”
Wu Yingxue’s laughter echoed as she bit into Qinglong’s flesh, her face and body soaked in his blood. Her smile was filled with a mix of triumph, despair, and madness.
Beside her, others from the Shiwan Mountains joined in, gnawing at the fallen demon god.
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