I Have A Martial Dao World

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Hong Renkun, the powerful being who single-handedly established the Great Vehicle Sect and conquered half the territory, appeared somewhat refined in his features.

But now, his entire demeanor was indiscernible, leaving only a vacant expression.

His eyes, devoid of the vivacity and sparkle typical of a Spirit Refinement expert, were fixed on a spot in the void as he murmured to himself.

Seeing him like this, the onlookers' anxiety eased considerably.

No matter how strong he was, if he had gone mad, he posed no threat.

In attendance were nearly a thousand people, many carrying cannons! Ever since these devices came into use, the idea of the weak defeating the strong was no longer a fantasy~

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The crowd looked greedily at the lead box cradled in Hong Renkun's arms—they were certain it contained the Mystical Refinement Method!

They exchanged glances but no one dared to move.

In front of so many witnesses, even if one managed to seize the spoils, they would be torn to shreds by the others.

However, in the diverse world of the Martial Path, there are always remarkable individuals.

Suddenly, a hand shot out from the air beside Hong Renkun and snatched the lead box with lightning speed.

A short and skinny sleazy man, standing just 1.4 meters tall, revealed himself, boasting arrogantly:

"I am Si Tukong of Thief Sect. Thanks for the favor, everyone, I'll be taking my leave first!"

There are some formidable figures in the Thief Sect who enjoy leaving their names behind after a heist, making the victims seethe with rage.

Si Tukong was one of those people and had the skill to have lived so long doing just that.

The man vanished into the void in an instant before many could even register what happened.

But at that moment, Hong Renkun, who was seated on the Dragon Throne, suddenly moved.

He abruptly reached out and accurately plucked a person out of the air—it was Si Tukong!

Si Tukong was about to resist when he suddenly felt his body beyond his control, pulled into Hong Renkun's embrace, tightly clutched together.

Hong Renkun hugged tighter and tighter, as if they were merging into one, and dully uttered, "Merge with the divine."

Si Tukong let out a horrified shriek! For the two were truly fusing together! Like two balls of putty, the flesh where they connected melded and fused!

Si Tukong, like a droplet on a sponge, was slowly seeping into Hong Renkun's body!

He cried out as he hit, struggled, and bit, but to no avail. In just 10 seconds, he was completely absorbed into Hong Renkun's body.

Hong Renkun reclaimed the lead box and sat back down on the Dragon Throne.

Bishop Faville, witnessing this scene, flushed with excitement, "The power of the Lord! Truly an avatar of the divine!"

Hebu revealed an intrigued expression: "Interesting, how shall we take him away?"

Bishop Faville said, "I will first try to communicate, and if that doesn't work, we'll take him by force. We can't let an avatar of the Lord remain in a profaned body."

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By then, the martial artists had drawn their weapons and surrounded Hong Renkun. Everyone present was battle-hardened and, while they felt the situation was bizarre, they were not afraid and intended to kill this monster to acquire the Mystic Cultivation Manual.

A familiar face—Yu Yanmei of the Moonshadow Sword—flashed by with her sword, and Hong Renkun's head soared into the air.

Just as the crowd was about to cheer, in the next second, the entire hall, and even the Heavenly King's Mansion, began to tremble.

The head of Hong Renkun, lying on the ground, looked dully at everyone and said, "Merge with the divine."

Then, his entire being swelled up like "cola mixed with Mentos," turning into a grotesque, sinewy flesh orb!

The flesh orb, about 20 meters in height and irregular in shape, sprouted countless gigantic tentacles that resembled electrical poles, which whipped around and proceeded to demolish the entire hall.

These tentacles bore a strong resemblance to those that had extended from the backs of the priests.

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But what was different was that the priest looked somewhat ethereal and translucent, while Hong Renkun's tentacles were more real and revolting.

Immediately after, Hong Renkun's body regrew from atop the flesh orb, still clutching the lead box.

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Bricks and stones were sent flying, dust billowed high, those with guns drew them, and those with cannons manned them, as everyone banded together to pummel the monster.

However, the monster's body was shockingly tough: bullets did nothing to it, and after taking two 70MM cannonballs, it only had two shallow pits on its body.

Fortunately, the Government Forces also began joining the fray, firing cannons from atop the city walls.

Amid the thunderous booms, a gigantic 303mm calibre cannonball struck, blasting a garage-sized hole in the monster's body.

The monster contracted violently, the wound quickly sealing closed, and then one after another "person" began to grow from its body.

These human figures were all too familiar to the crowd because they were the high-ranking members of the Daisheng Sect, often featured on the wanted lists, including the Eastern King Yang Qing.

Everyone finally understood why the kings of the Daisheng Sect were nowhere to be seen—it turns out they had all merged into one with Hong Renkun.

The "people" that grew on the flesh orb bore only a vague resemblance to humans, their bodies covered with a lot of dark, sticky substance.

These "people" glared with pitch-black eyes, opened their inky mouths wide, and pointed at everyone while wailing mournfully, "Merge with the god!"

Visibly spreading sound waves engulfed the area, countless people clutched their heads and screamed as they fell, promptly dragged away by tentacles and melted into the monster's body like putty.

After being absorbed, these pitiful individuals would also grow on the monster's body, lifting their hands to point at their former comrades while wailing "Merge with the god," exerting a terrifying psychic attack.

Moreover, not only that, but the "people" that grew on the monster's body could actually command the tentacles to perform even more precise actions!

Suddenly, they pointed at the sky and let out a loud "Ahh~~" scream, and then three tentacles whipped out with such force that they burst the air itself, accurately intercepting another 303mm calibre cannonball!

The three tentacles broke off, but they quickly regrew.

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Upon witnessing this through their drones, Lu Yao and the two others had only countless "WTFs" in their minds.

They had thought Hong Renkun had gone mad, but they never expected him to turn into such an abomination!

"Do Spirit Refinement experts go insane like this?"

"No! Insane experts indeed pose great dangers, but they shouldn't turn into monsters!"

Lu Yao's expression grew even grimmer, his greatest reliance... why had it gotten entangled with such a thing!

Currently, under the dual assault of the monster's psychic powers and its tentacles, of the nearly thousand people present, 200 had already fallen, and many had thought of escaping.

But as soon as anyone dared turn their back, the "people" that grew on the monster's body would immediately point in that direction with a loud "Ahh~~" scream, and tentacles would strike like lightning, capturing them.

Martial Artists of the Marrow-Cleansing Realm would have their entire skeletons crushed!

And as more people were devoured by it, Lu Yao furrowed his brow and said, "This thing seems to be getting bigger!"

Liao Qe, gazing at the sky filled with writhing tentacles, expressed her fear and disgust, "And there are more and more tentacles..."

Liao Ya spoke seriously, "To demonic beings, Martial Artists are the best tonic!"

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Hebu, watching the monster grow in size, turned to Bishop Faville, who wore a constipated expression, and said:

"Is your communication of any use? I suddenly realize that the more people there are, the worse the situation gets."

While talking, he wielded a rebar-like rapier, fending off countless coordinating tentacles.

This monster was not picky with its food; several blood clan members had already been dragged over and assimilated.

Bishop Faville, drenched in sweat, opened his eyes and said, "It rejected my communication... this is impossible! I am a devout follower of the Lord!"

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