I Grind to Martial Saint

In contrast to the excitement of the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors...

Zhou Shentai and his men stared, their eyes wide with horror, at the figure standing atop the statue of the Mountain King.

’The Mountain King... he’s really been resurrected?!’

”No... That’s not the Mountain King!”

”The Middle Spiritual Land hasn’t opened yet! It’s impossible for the Mountain King to be resurrected!”

”This is an impostor, trying to break our morale!”

Zhou Shentai quickly recovered, channeling his Gang Essence as he shouted.

’Whether this thing is real or not, I have to call it a fake!’

Hearing Zhou Shentai’s words, the others came to their senses.

That was right. The Middle Spiritual Land hadn’t even opened. How could he have been resurrected?

Even the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors grew confused.

After all, what Zhou Shentai said made sense.

Was this Mountain King real or an impostor?

”Don’t believe Zhou Shentai’s lies!”

”This *is* the Mountain King! This was all part of our plan!”

”The Mountain King will lead us to reclaim the glory of the Ten Thousand Mountains!”

An Elder Priest’s voice rang out, full of passion.

Just as Zhou Shentai had thought, they had to insist the Mountain King was real, no matter what.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to continue this fight.

A few more Priests and Elders quickly chimed in.

Just then, the Temple Priest moved.

He leaped from the statue. The Dark Red Battle Spear in his hand instantly erupted with a terrifying, bloody aura, conjuring visions of a mountain of corpses in a sea of blood.

In his day, the Mountain King had conquered the Ten Thousand Mountains, slaughtering countless people.

Even after his violent death, his body had been buried in a place of Sharp Blade Evil, and his murderous aura had never dissipated.

Now, as it burst forth, everyone present felt their very souls tremble!

Zhou Shentai, in particular, was horrified.

The dark red spear was plunging from the sky, aimed right at him!

”Mountain-Toppling, Sea-Overturning Palm!”

Zhou Shentai roared, his muscles bulging as his palms surged with deep blue Gang Essence and he struck out fiercely!

PFFT!

To the horror of countless onlookers...

The dark red spear pierced straight through Zhou Shentai’s palm and continued on through his head!

BOOM!

After landing, the Temple Priest lifted the Dark Red Battle Spear with one hand and slammed Zhou Shentai’s corpse into the ground.

With a thunderous crash...

Zhou Shentai’s body was smashed into a pulp.

A single move.

In a single move, the great leader of the Ghost King Bandits, Zhou Shentai, had been skewered and killed.

This scene invigorated the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors even further.

It also cemented their belief.

This truly was the resurrected Mountain King!

”Mountain King!!!”

”Mountain King!!!”

All the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors roared his name.

They were whipped into a frenzy.

”Follow me... and kill every last one of these outsiders!”

The Temple Priest’s voice was chilling.

”KILL!!!”

”KILL!!!”

Hearing this, the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and Tribal Warriors flew into a complete frenzy.

The tide of battle, which had been against them, instantly turned.

Seeing this, the hearts of the other bandit chiefs wavered, and they all thought of retreating.

Just then, Li Gui and Zhou Wuji finally appeared.

Without a word, the two of them charged straight for the resurrected Mountain King.

”We still have two Innate Grandmasters on our side! We might not lose!”

The Fat Monk was not about to leave so easily.

He swung his Crescent Shovel, hacking one Mountain Ghost after another in two.

After all, if they ran now, they would have to abandon the Ten Thousand Mountains and the territory they had spent years building.

”Right... and even if we tried to run... you think these guys would let us go?”

The Poisonous Widow chimed in.

Hearing this, the other Thief Kings also abandoned the thought of retreating.

At the very least, they had to see how the battle between the Mountain King and the two Innate Grandmasters would play out.

Who knew, maybe the two Innate Grandmasters would actually manage to kill him.

The two sides clashed once more.

The fighting was far more intense and bloody than before.

Han Yuan swung his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber, shredding any Mountain Ghost Soldier or Tribal Warrior who dared get close.

”Han Yuan, should we make a run for it?”

Ding Zihu sent him a quiet message.

”Let’s wait and see... Do you really think that’s the resurrected Mountain King?”

Han Yuan asked casually, his gaze fixed on the powerful, barbaric figure in the distance.

”I honestly can’t tell... but the aura of death on him is overwhelming... He might be the real deal,”

Ding Zihu analyzed.

”Can the dead really come back to life...?” Han Yuan asked, skeptical.

”Hard to say... Why don’t you try dying first...?”

”I have a Black Phoenix Pearl here, and they say it can grant a person a second life.”

”Want to try it out?”

Ding Zihu said with a smirk.

To be fair, the Black Phoenix Pearl had been in his possession for a long time, but he’d never been able to figure out how it worked.

After all, the Black Phoenix Pearl was only useful once you were already dead.

And naturally, Ding Zihu didn’t dare take such a massive risk and actually die to test it.

If he failed to resurrect, well, that would be the end of it.

”You should use it. After all, you’re the one who worked so hard to find it.”

Han Yuan, of course, saw right through Ding Zihu’s little scheme.

”We’ll see.”

Seeing that Han Yuan wasn’t taking the bait, Ding Zihu could only shake his head in resignation.

Meanwhile, Li Gui and Zhou Wuji had already engaged the resurrected Mountain King—that is, the Temple Priest!

Zhou Wuji led the assault. The Iron Sword in his hand seemed to transform into a raging Sword Dragon, tearing through the air as he unleashed slash after slash of terrifying Sword Qi.

Li Gui’s Judge’s Soul-Chasing Brush was far more insidious. Like a silent Ghost Soul, it stabbed toward the Mountain King’s eyes.

SWOOSH!

The Temple Priest brandished the Dark Red Blood Spear with one hand. Its murderous aura erupted, forming what looked like a ferocious blood lion that repeatedly clashed with Zhou Wuji’s Iron Dragon Halberd!

For a moment, it was as if an Iron Dragon and a blood lion were locked in a deadly struggle, unleashing terrifying blasts of energy with every collision.

Just as Li Gui’s Judge’s Pen struck, the Temple Priest threw a punch with his left hand!