Chapter 1739: Chapter 1739: The Invaders

An intense passion was reflected in Thomson's black eyes. It almost seemed that a wildfire had lit up in his pupils.

As he looked at Thomson's resolute gaze, Zen's heart was moved. Thomson was like him in his early years, firm and decisive. Such a dedicated character was very respectable.

Whether it was the warrior spirit or the Godly Way, in truth, it was a path of continuous growth. Zen himself didn't know whether there was an end to that path either. However, once warriors set foot in the path of martial arts, they must try hard to make progress. The improvement of their strength and cultivation was an integral part of their lives.

If Thomson only wanted to protect Misty Mountain Village, there was no need for him to acknowledge Zen as his master. It would be enough for Thomson to diligently practice by himself.

“Sorry. You are very passionate. I commend you for that. However, for now, I can't take you as my disciple,” Zen said with a regretful smile.

“Not now, but when?” Thomson asked, his eyes flashed with glee. He was surprised that Zen didn't refuse him directly.

Zen took a deep breath and looked up at the sky above the Vast Sky Region. A brilliant sun shone across the sky and emitted an intense light. That was a true sun, and also the only sun in the divine land.

After some thought, Zen looked deeply at Thomson's passionate eyes. He then replied with a kind voice, “If one day you hear my name in the Vast Sky Region, come look for me.”

Zen had come for revenge, so the probability of his death was very high. The enemies he wanted to defeat and might encounter were dangerously strong.

If he could one day defend himself against Murphy, then he would have the qualifications to establish his own sect within the divine land. He would be able to protect his family by then.

“Is that the day when you become famous in the Vast Sky Region?” Thomson laughed as he gave a playful remark. However, deep in his heart, he believed Zen could achieve something as incredible as that.

“That is way too difficult.” Woolley twitched his mouth. He felt that although proving godly warriors were powerful, they were not True Gods yet. Although the Vast Sky Region was not that big, there were still a lot of True Gods within it. Even if Zen actually became a True God, it would be still difficult for him to become famous in the Vast Sky Region.

Woolley didn't know that what Zen wanted was not just to become famous in a certain region, but to gain a foothold in the divine land, on the Floating Islands of the Time Sea and in the Hall of Holy Beings. Zen's ambition was not just to achieve prestige but to gain and develop his own territory and influence.

“It's alright. I can wait! Master, I believe that you can do that!” Thomson was full of confidence in Zen. The expression on Thomson's face was full of admiration.

Thomson's heartfelt remark made Zen slightly smile. Zen was about to speak when he suddenly heard a miserable scream from the village entrance. “Ah...”

As the horrendous scream echoed through the village, it immediately alarmed all the people in Misty Mountain Village.

“Help!”

“The Sun Moon Village has arrived!”

“Many people are killed!”

These divine citizens were not warriors. As they witnessed the death of people around them, they immediately panicked like ants on a hot pan. The villagers of Misty Mountain Village also wailed in grief as they fled. Panic invaded their minds as they covered their faces with their hands and ran helplessly. Ȓ𝒶NȰꞖÈ𝐒

Let alone the ordinary divine citizens, even Woolley, who was at the Spirit Transformation Realm, had a face full of panic. His eyes reflected his fear. With a scared voice, he said, “They have really come.”

The only one who remained calm was Zen. Due to his significant experience in combat and war, his battle instincts were well developed. He slightly furrowed his brows and rushed to the top of the house. On his way, he gently lifted the wooden sword on the ground to the air with the tip of his foot. Afterward, Zen leaped up to the top of the house with the wooden sword in his hand.

Zen was like a grasshopper as he quickly jumped up to the top of the house. With his high set of skills, his speed was unparalleled. He was as nimble as a cat and didn't make the slightest sound.

In a few seconds, he had already reached the village entrance. With a quick glance, he was able to assess the situation of the village. A trace of fury immediately surged out from within his eyes as he saw the village's predicament.

At the entrance of Misty Mountain Village, a group of seven warriors with large cyan sabers blocked the road in unison. Under their feet were two divine citizens from Misty Mountain Village. With further inspection, the two citizens were already mutilated corpses. One of them had his neck cut off, while the other was directly cut in half. The sight was too horrible to look at.

“Humph! Our leader gave you three months to leave Misty Mountain Village. He was already kind enough to give you a chance to escape. Since you refuse to leave, you will be punished. Don't blame us for being cruel!” The one in the lead waved the large cyan saber in his hand and laughed sinisterly. An arrogant expression painted his ugly face. He ruthlessly killed the two divine citizens to intimidate and drive away all the people of Misty Mountain Village.

“Since you are unwilling to depart, then there is no need to leave anymore. The chief has already said that the sabers in our hands won't become sharper unless we kill continuously. You imbeciles will be the perfect sacrifices for our strength. Guys, other than women, kill everyone else. The elderly and children are no exception!” The warrior waved his long saber and led the other six warriors to rush in. With a barbaric howl, the warriors infiltrated the village.

Zen had stayed in Misty Mountain Village for more than half a month. The people there were simple and hospitable. They were more than kind enough to provide Zen with delicious food and a place to stay. As he witnessed how cruelly the villagers were killed, Zen immediately felt unparalleled wrath in his heart. However, the anger instantly disappeared from his eyes. As a mature warrior, he was able to suppress the emotions in his heart at any time.

Most of the villagers fled helplessly in panic, but there were still some brave villagers who stepped forward with spears in their hands. However, they were pitifully weak despite their valor. They also knew they were no match for their opponents. As their arms shook with terror, they hoped for at least an honorable death.

Thump! Thump!

A cyan saber light flashed, and the long spears in the hands of those villagers suddenly broke into two pieces. The villagers became engulfed with despair as their weapons became useless. The warrior in the lead had a cold smile on his face. He raised the cyan saber in his hand again and was about to chop off the head of a villager.

“Now is the time!”

Zen descended from the top of the house. Before he landed, he gave the ground an elbow strike. His powerful display immediately caught the attention of the invaders. As his body spun in a circle, the wooden sword in his hand pointed out.

The wooden sword weighed more than ten thousand pounds, while the cyan long saber in the Spirit Supreme Realm warrior's hand weighed more than a hundred thousand pounds. Since Zen couldn't activate his cinnabar field, he naturally could not infuse his chaotic energy into the wooden sword. As such, the wooden sword he held would naturally be inferior to the long sabers of the enemies.

However, just as Zen had predicted, the cultivation methods of ordinary warriors were too weak. Even if the enemy warriors were at the Spirit Supreme Realm, their sword skills were still too horrible to look at. Zen simply had an advantage in experience and knowledge.

Thump!

Zen's wooden sword, like a spirit serpent that had climbed out of the cave, pressed on his opponent's wrist. With his nimble footwork, he quickly gained an advantageous position against the enemy.

Although he only used the power of his body, it was still enough to make the Spirit Supreme Realm warrior suffer. The moment the wooden sword pressed on the wrist of the enemy warrior, a bone was immediately heard to snap. The cyan long saber in the warrior's hand fell to the ground with a clang. The warrior covered his wrist and howled. A painful expression was immediately reflected in the warrior's face. His wrist bone had been smashed!

In Zen's eyes, the Spirit Supreme Realm warriors were too weak. With his level of martial arts, he could easily toy with them.

In the universe, not to mention the warriors at the Spirit Supreme Realm, even those at the Life and Death Realm and the Soul Sea Realm wouldn't change the expressions on their faces if one of their wrists was broken. Even if one of their arms was cut off, they would still be able to calmly face the enemy. However, the warrior at the Spirit Supreme Realm immediately lost his focus and howled painfully after a single bone snapped.

As Zen thought of this, he continued to sprint forward. Without any hesitation, he bombarded the enemies with magnificent swordsmanship.

The other Spirit Supreme Realm warriors only saw Zen's shadow flash as he attacked towards them. Even with their exceptional perception, Zen eluded their eyes. They brandished their sabers and tried to meet Zen head-on. However, with their weak skills, how could they hit Zen?

Zen was like a nimble deer as he continuously dodged the rough blades. Whenever he saw an opportunity, he would immediately thrust his sword against an enemy. Every time Zen pointed out his sword, it would accurately press on the wrist of the opponent. After a bone was heard to crack, a large cyan saber also fell to the ground with a loud bang. Immediately, a sound of anguish would be heard from the victim of Zen's attack.

In a few seconds, the seven Spirit Supreme Realm warriors gave out shrill cries of anguish. Their expressions were full of pain and humiliation. As they suffered intense agony, all they could do was cover their damaged wrists.

When the villagers of Misty Mountain Village saw the scene, all of them were stunned. Woolley and his group could only gawk as they witnessed Zen's true skills. They had just rushed over but the battle had already ended.

“Woolley, is my master really a proving godly warrior?” Thomson asked softly as his face was filled with disbelief.

Thomson had never seen the strength of proving godly warriors before. Due to the remoteness of their village, he had only heard of it from his brother. However, it seemed that they weren't as powerful as Zen.

“I, I'm not sure either.” Woolley's heart pounded relentlessly. He originally couldn't tell Zen's cultivation level, but as far as he knew, a proving godly warrior couldn't defeat seven Spirit Supreme Realm warriors in such a short time. However, Zen had easily defeated not just one, but all seven of them. Was Zen already a True God? But he didn't have the unique aura of a True God.

“Brat, who are you? How dare you do this? We are from the Sun Moon Village. Our leader...” The head of the group of Spirit Supreme Realm warriors covered his arm and stared at Zen fiercely. Surely, he had discovered that Zen was a proving godly warrior. Therefore, he wanted to scare Zen away. He immediately mentioned the village they were from to incite fear in Zen. A small village like Misty Mountain Village would not have a proving godly warrior.

However, before the enemy warrior could finish his words, Zen lifted his foot. Instantly, a stone flew towards the enemy warrior. The stone heavily smashed into the warrior's jaw and crushed it into pieces. The warrior couldn't even scream, let alone speak.