Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

Chapter 621: Chapter 418: All Three Witch Seals Unleashed, Invincible Body! (Double-Length)_2

A hundred-zhang saber light, carrying thunder and red clouds among many other anomalies, crashed into the great river below with a roar!

The great river seemed like a dragon tumbling, causing massive collapses on the riverbank.

Countless river fish and crabs were swept into the sky, mixed with river water and fell onto the distant shore.

Among those swept ashore was the bedraggled Martial Arts Grandmaster!

"Innate Mysterious Thunder!" Zhao Wen Ruo was charred all over, nearly grinding his molars to bits.

With innate divine power, a mighty physique, and innate mysterious thunder at his side.

It seemed heaven had given all advantages and merits to this boy before him.

Him reaching the Grandmaster Realm indicated that his martial talent already surpassed ninety-nine percent of people.

But compared to Song Changming, even as strong as he was, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of jealousy and hatred.

He just wanted to ask why!

If he had such extraordinary talent and constitution, his martial path wouldn’t have halted here, nor would he face today’s predicament.

Song Changming raised his saber again, still unwilling to give the Zhao Family Ancestor a chance to breathe.

Seeing Song Changming attack again, Zhao Wen Ruo, now without a Celestial Shuttle Talisman, had no choice and was forced to engage.

He took a deep breath, and his Grandmaster’s Purple Mansion inside shook violently, with a drop of scalding, blazing golden blood pearl bursting indifferently.

The enormous Master’s Qi erupted accordingly.

Zhao Wen Ruo’s once pale face was instantly tinged with a bit of red.

Even his declining aura suddenly surged, as if returning to its peak period!

His dry, withered body also inexplicably seemed to have inflated a lot!

Anyone with insight could see how good Zhao Wen Ruo’s state was at this moment, as if the injuries he just sustained were fake.

"Celestial God Sword!"

This time, Zhao Wen Ruo held nothing back, exerting his strongest sword technique to the fullest.

He had already seen that Song Changming intended to kill him, and this sword was crucial.

If he couldn’t slay Song Changming, he’d be left with nothing but desperation!

The saber and sword clashed again, and for the first time, Song Changming experienced just how formidable a Martial Arts Grandmaster at his peak truly was.

Only this sword brought a sense of crisis to him.

When sword and saber clashed in the air and parted, a strong light shot skyward, then rapidly expanded in all directions.

The dome seemed like it had a skylight opened, and aurora lingered for a long time before dissipating.

Song Changming landed on the ground, staggering slightly.

After regaining his balance, he glanced at the treasure saber in his hand, which had cracked and was nearly half-destroyed from the recent confrontation.

The Changshou Saber given to him by Su Fengye had broken today.

Though a fine saber, it was somewhat inadequate for a showdown with a Grandmaster powerhouse.

Then he looked at his chest, where the colorful painting of the turtle shell scales of the Witch Seal still flickered with a faint glow.

Song Changming couldn’t help but touch the intact skin beneath the layer of turtle shell scales. He had clearly felt that the opponent’s sword had struck him just now. He had even braced for serious injury, but the result was still unharmed!

Such an extreme defense that even a Grandmaster powerhouse finds hard to penetrate!

"Truly remarkable..." Not to mention others, Song Changming himself also sighed in admiration within his heart.

It was worth the significant amount of Great Demon Flesh he had consumed for the cultivation of this Witch Soldier Seal.

Now it seemed, not a piece of Great Demon Flesh was wasted.

Zhao Wen Ruo panted heavily, his eyes were suffused with blood, and his spine slightly hunched as if he was nearing his limit.

Seeing Song Changming still unharmed, the corner of Zhao Wen Ruo’s mouth twitched, and his long-held breath suddenly released. His stature, which had just returned to its peak, plummeted, like a punctured balloon.

He could have persisted longer, but this kind of battle devoid of hope for victory too easily led one to despair.

Even if he continued to burn through his last embers, it all felt fruitless.

"I have lost." Zhao Wen Ruo’s voice mixed with bloody saliva admitted defeat.

"Tell me the reason." Song Changming approached the seemingly senescent old man and said.

He wanted to understand why the Zhao Family suddenly targeted him, and why one of the family’s ancestor-level big shots had come.

The usual reasons he could think of didn’t make sense; there must be some hidden story.

Zhao Wen Ruo shook his head, sighed, as if coming to terms, and sat down on the ground without any decorum.

"It’s just for survival."

"Survival?" Song Changming mused.

Several noble families, and even various forces from other districts, were harboring hostile intentions towards the declining Zhao Family.

While the Zhao Family still appeared as a top family in Core City, their situation was clearly precarious.

Once this Zhao Family Ancestor reached the end of his lifespan and fell, the Zhao Family would undoubtedly be the first to be expelled from the ranks of top families.

The family’s deep heritage would become a hotly contested asset in the future.

The Zhao Family had no successors, and their decline was a fact.

Even though the Zhao Family Ancestor was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, it couldn’t change this outcome.

So what was the old man’s survival plea about?

"What does this have to do with me?" Song Changming asked.

Zhao Wen Ruo didn’t continue, clearly indicating it was not something to be disclosed.

"No point in saying more. Whether you kill me or not today, I won’t last long, kill me or spare me, it’s up to you." Zhao Wen Ruo lay down flat, his voice increasingly hoarse, still bleeding continuously.

The fresh wounds from today further worsened his already dire physical condition, plunging him further into the abyss.

Song Changming could sense Zhao Wen Ruo’s life force accelerating its dispersion, gradually heading toward depletion, like a deflated ball.

This Martial Arts Grandmaster was indeed on the brink of death.

He might have had a few more years to live, but now he probably couldn’t even last a few days.

Killing a Martial Arts Grandmaster wasn’t a trivial matter anywhere, and it was rare for a martial grandmaster to die at the hands of their own race.

Unless it was a mortal enemy, even if there were conflicts between two martial grandmasters, it would rarely escalate to a life-and-death struggle.

This reflected the conscious restraint among the Human Race’s powerhouses.

In a broader sense, every martial grandmaster’s death was a loss of high-end combat power for the Human Race, a delight for the Demon Race.

This was why even though Prince Cui was the most powerful, being one of Emperor Yun’s Thirty-Six Kings, he wouldn’t easily deal with the grandmasters within noble families.

At the root, it was about the same purpose, reducing unnecessary internal attrition.

And the reason why the Zhao Family’s matter received tacit approval and support from the imperial authority was that with the decline of their grandmasters, losing the title of Martial Grandmaster was equivalent to losing the most important protective umbrella with Prince Cui.

Since the Zhao Family couldn’t continue to nurture another Martial Arts Grandmaster, they should yield this nurturing ground, leaving it for other emerging forces to cultivate new grandmasters.

Seeing no further answers to be gained, Song Changming sheathed his damaged saber.

This drew Zhao Wen Ruo’s gaze, but it wasn’t because Song Changming suddenly showed mercy to spare him.

The enemy is the enemy.

Only a dead enemy can bring peace of mind.

A mass of Thunder Juice gathered in Song Changming’s palm, extending into a striking Thunder Blade.

"Anomalous thunder, indeed a good thing. If developed well, one could become like a true Thunder God..." Zhao Wen Ruo seemed to sense Song Changming’s unveiled killing intent and sighed before closing his eyes.

Although he and Song Changming had just met, he could tell from the battle that Song Changming was not a soft-hearted person, and this didn’t surprise him.

Though killing a martial grandmaster might attract criticism, Song Changming clearly didn’t care!

He wouldn’t offend others unless provoked.

If others offended him, he must kill them!

Even if he was a martial grandmaster, even if he was the Zhao Family’s ancestor.

Song Changming said no more. By the breached river, he unswervingly swung down the thunder blade in his hand.

No unexpected incidents occurred; the old grandmaster who had given up struggling was ultimately beheaded by him, utterly falling.

Thus, Song Changming accomplished his first kill of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.