Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques-Chapter 693 - 236: Chaos Sacred Body Displays Divine Might, Lu Changsheng Flicks Away Martial Saint!_4
A punch was thrown, as if a massive fist descended from the heavens, landing viciously upon Fang Yi’s Sacred Body.
"No..."
Fang Yi let out a terrified scream.
But it was to no avail.
As Lu Changsheng’s punch descended, Fang Yi’s immense Sacred Body disintegrated almost instantly.
In the blink of an eye, it turned to ashes.
It was as if the massive Sacred Body had been forcibly erased from existence.
"Chh."
Just a soft sound.
Everything vanished.
The Sacred Body was gone.
Martial Saint Fang Yi was gone, too.
The void returned to tranquility.
But everyone stared at the scene in the void in utter shock.
In their hearts, waves of terror surged.
Fang Yi was dead!
Martial Saint Fang Yi had been forcibly erased!
That was Lu Changsheng’s Five Elements Decomposition Divine Power.
Infinite Divine Power!
Yet, under the amplification of the Sacred Body, the Five Elements Decomposition Divine Power could completely obliterate Fang Yi’s Sacred Body.
This was simply... horrifying.
Both were Martial Saints.
But the difference in combat power at this moment was unimaginable.
"Fortunately, this battle was recorded."
"Otherwise, without a corpse, proving Fang Yi’s death would have been difficult."
Lu Changsheng’s voice was calm, exuding an air of nonchalance.
In truth, that was exactly the case.
What was killing a Fang Yi to him?
Lu Changsheng was not surprised in the least.
Such a mere Fang Yi—Lu Changsheng had already anticipated this outcome before coming here.
His Chaos Sacred Body had fused three other Sacred Bodies, amplifying his Divine Skills three hundredfold.
Among the Human Saints, who could rival him?
This was Lu Changsheng’s confidence.
With a single move, he could erase a Martial Saint.
It was simply too easy.
"Martial Saint Fang Yi is dead?"
"That must be Lu Changsheng of the Heavenly Sect in the Holy Land? I remember now..."
"One strike, just a single strike, and Martial Saint Fang Yi was slain by Lu Zun?"
"Lu Zun? No, that’s Lu Saint! The Lu Changsheng who is famous throughout the Holy Land has already forged a Sacred Body and ascended to the rank of Martial Saint. He hid it so deeply—it must have been to prevent Fang Yi from learning about it and escaping."
Many people recognized Lu Changsheng.
They naturally knew the "legendary" story of Lu Changsheng.
A martial artist who could slay a Martial Saint while still in the Divine Power Realm—how could slaying Fang Yi now, as a Martial Saint, be difficult?
Not difficult at all!
Lu Changsheng glanced down at the Joy Sect below.
Countless disciples from the Joy Sect were trembling with fear.
They had originally prepared an Array.
But this Array was meant to trap an injured Lu Changsheng, preventing him from escaping.
Yet now, even their patriarch had been killed with a single punch by Lu Changsheng.
Trapping Lu Changsheng?
Impossible!
In fact, they could only pray now that the entire Joy Sect would not become a victim of Lu Changsheng’s wrath.
Otherwise, the vast Joy Sect would face annihilation as well.
However, Lu Changsheng merely cast a passing glance at the Joy Sect.
He had no interest in wiping out the Joy Sect.
He was only here because of a deal with Zhao Wulong.
Now that the task was done, it was time for him to leave.
As for the Joy Sect.
Without a Martial Saint to hold the fort, the Joy Sect would likely collapse soon on its own.
But that had nothing to do with Lu Changsheng.
"Whoosh."
Lu Changsheng transformed into a stream of light, flying toward the Martial Saint Mansion.
Ten days later, Lu Changsheng returned to the Martial Saint Mansion.
Even as a Martial Saint, traveling from the Martial Saint Mansion to the Joy Sect still took ten days.
Round trip, that was twenty days.
This was enough to show the vastness of the Holy Land—not infinite, but certainly immense.
When Lu Changsheng stepped into the Trading Hall, almost every gaze was drawn to him.
"He’s back. Lu Saint has returned."
"Just days ago, news came that the Joy Sect patriarch, Martial Saint Fang Yi, was obliterated by Lu Saint with one strike—unable to block a single move before dying. Lu Martial Saint’s power is terrifying."
"That is Lu Saint. How could he be ordinary? Forging a Sacred Body with Infinite Divine Power as the foundation—how terrifying is that? Never mind Fang Yi; even other top-tier Martial Saints are likely no match for Lu Saint."
"In the Human Saint Realm, Lu Saint has likely already reached the pinnacle!"
"This is the benefit of having a solid foundation..." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Many looked at Lu Changsheng with awe and reverence.
From the Joy Sect to the Martial Saint Mansion, the journey took him ten days.
But when he killed Martial Saint Fang Yi at the Joy Sect, news had spread across the Holy Land in an instant.
Many martial artists at the Martial Saint Mansion had naturally received the news.
As the message spread, the entire Martial Saint Mansion was in an uproar.
Some even found it unbelievable.
Wasn’t Lu Changsheng still a Martial Venerable?
How had he suddenly become a Martial Saint?
Of course, some insightful individuals deduced the truth.
Most likely, Lu Changsheng had deliberately kept it a secret.
He had probably ascended to Martial Saint long before.
Indeed, those sent to investigate near Heavenly Saint City and Heavenly Light City uncovered concrete evidence.
Lu Changsheng had indeed already ascended to Martial Saint.
Many even claimed to have witnessed, with their own eyes, Lu Changsheng forging his Sacred Body in Heavenly Light City to reach Martial Saint.
Moreover, confirmation came from within the Inner Mansion.
The Artifact Spirit had refused Lu Changsheng entry into the Inner Mansion.
This also confirmed that Lu Changsheng was a Martial Saint.
Of course, all this news meant nothing to Fang Yi.
Because Fang Yi was already dead.
As Lu Changsheng entered the Trading Hall, he immediately became the focus of every gaze.
But Lu Changsheng paid it no mind.
Wherever he went, he became the center of attention—he was long accustomed to it.
Lu Changsheng walked straight up to Zhao Wulong.
He tossed the recording stone to Zhao Wulong and said calmly, "I may have gone a bit too heavy-handed and couldn’t leave Fang Yi’s corpse. But the recording stone should be enough proof that Fang Yi is dead, right?"
Lu Changsheng’s words left Zhao Wulong overjoyed.
"Yes, of course, it’s enough!"
"I’m deeply grateful to Lu Saint for avenging me..."
Zhao Wulong was almost moved to tears.
In truth, he had already received the news days ago.
But seeing the recording stone with his own eyes, Zhao Wulong finally felt completely secure.
Fang Yi—truly dead!
Watching the recording stone, where Lu Changsheng obliterated Fang Yi with one punch, leaving no remains.
Zhao Wulong felt an immense sense of relief.
With his great revenge fulfilled, his heart felt as though a giant stone had been lifted.
"Lu Saint, here is your Heavenly Rain Creation Pill."
"In fact, there are two Heavenly Rain Creation Pills in total."
"With my vengeance fulfilled, both pills are for Lu Saint!"
Zhao Wulong handed a porcelain bottle directly to Lu Changsheng.
"Two Heavenly Rain Creation Pills?"
Lu Changsheng examined them closely—there were indeed two inside.
Evidently, Zhao Wulong had kept a backup plan.
Previously, he had only announced the existence of one pill.
The second pill had been held back as insurance.
Now that Fang Yi was dead, keeping the Heavenly Rain Creation Pills served no purpose for Zhao Wulong.
In fact, keeping them might even make him a "target" for others.
Thus, Zhao Wulong simply gave both pills to Lu Changsheng.
It saved him any trouble from others coveting them.
Lu Changsheng was pleased.
The more he observed Zhao Wulong, the more he found him agreeable.
The Heavenly Rain Creation Pill was a rare Treasure Pill.
Encountered by chance, but impossible to seek.
One pill was meant for Li Zhenggang.
The other could now be kept by Lu Changsheng, stored for a future need.
"Zhao Wulong, do you have somewhere to go?"
Lu Changsheng asked with a hint of curiosity.
"Somewhere to go?"
"At this point, where could I possibly go?"
Zhao Wulong shook his head, his expression puzzled.
Though his revenge had been fulfilled, he now felt directionless.
"If you’re without a destination, you may come to Heavenly Saint City and join the Heavenly Sect of the Holy Land."
Lu Changsheng’s words caused Zhao Wulong’s eyes to brighten.
This was akin to Lu Changsheng "taking him in."
"Thank you, Lu Saint..."
Zhao Wulong expressed his gratitude repeatedly.
With this assurance from Lu Changsheng, Zhao Wulong would now feel safe, even leaving the Martial Saint Mansion.
"Go."
Lu Changsheng waved him off.
Yet, after Zhao Wulong left, Lu Changsheng did not immediately depart.
"Daoist Zhang Shu..."
Lu Changsheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, landing on a familiar figure.
