Chapter Fifty: The Golden Sword of Martial Arts

  As he spoke, Wu Kong stood up tall and straight, his every move revealing the true essence of martial arts. His gestures and footsteps all conveyed the spirit of martial arts. He threw a punch, simple and unadorned, yet it carried with it the determination to conquer all hardships in the world, and the great willpower that came with it.

  With one punch, it should bring happiness and peace to the world. This is the ultimate fist method, the great salvation fist method.

  Lin Huang's eyes lit up, he sat up straight and looked at Wu Kong's punch, nodding repeatedly. "Legend has it that the Martial God became a god through martial arts, defeating all enemies in the world, and is the master of all martial arts. But I never thought that the true martial art of the Martial God was actually 'stopping the spear'. Creating martial arts, not for competing and fighting, but for stopping the spear. Good, good, good. With great willpower, great determination, to ferry all living beings, to subdue all suffering and hardships. No wonder he can become a god."

  Lin Huang couldn't help but give a sincere compliment, this Martial God was able to attain divine status, yet he took the path of spreading martial arts seeds, allowing everyone to practice and cultivate martial arts, possessing the power to change their fate, thus calming all disputes.

  But upon careful consideration, Lin Huang let out a sigh and stood up, his face expressionless. With one punch, he struck the ground, the wind, the fire, and the water.

  This punch is out, Lin Huang's six-way divine fist has another breakthrough, merging the four fists of earth, water, fire and wind into one. One punch, stirring up the earth, water, fire and wind, carrying the power of the world's original source, majestic and upright, no one can break it.

  One punch forced Wu Kong to retreat, Lin Huang's expression remained unchanged, completely ignoring Wu Kong's ugly face, and said lightly: "All troubles arise from forcing one's way out. The heart of the Martial God is good, but unfortunately, how many people who practice martial arts understand that martial arts are meant to stop violence?"

  "You don't understand."

  A long sigh, Lin Huang's tone was filled with sorrow and pity for the heavens and humanity, carrying a hint of melancholy. This sigh was for Wu Shen. Wu Shen had become a god by laying down his arms, but later generations of ordinary people turned "laying down arms" into "martial", using martial arts to fight for victory, what a tragic thing this is.

  And how many divine spirits in the world have good intentions, wanting to use their own way, their own great will and determination to resolve human conflicts, subdue all suffering and leave happiness and peace for humanity. But were misunderstood by later generations and turned into a competitive and victorious divine art.

  Thinking of this, Lin Huang felt even more sorrowful and thought that even if he became a god, if later generations misinterpreted his divine way, he would have to descend with anger and burn the world.

  With a sense of feeling in his heart, Lin Huang's fist method became even more turbulent and vast. Every punch he threw carried an overwhelming great power, carrying his wishes.

  "When I attain Buddhahood, may all sentient beings understand my intention."

  "When I become a god, all the gods in heaven will understand my heart."

  "This principle cannot be violated!"

  "This way is irreversible!"

  Four sentences spewed out, Lin Huang burst out four punches, these four punches fluttered and vast, as if from the nine heavens fell, from the nine underworlds rose, shining like the sun, faint like a hair.

  One punch out, Wu Kong took a step back, four punches in a row, Wu Kong retreated four steps.

  A loud rumble, and the sacred war chariot that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years was directly blown up.

  Wu Kong was shocked and horrified, unable to believe it. He spat out a mouthful of blood and loudly roared, "My divine power has descended, bestowed upon me the martial way, transcending all suffering and calamity, subjugating all living things, STOP! STOP!"

  A loud roar, Wu Kong's head burst with divine light, a seven-foot golden sword appeared.

  One side depicts the multitude of living beings in the world, and the other side depicts the sun, moon, stars, and celestial bodies. The majestic and upright path, as soon as it appears, instantly calms the earth, water, fire, wind, yin, and yang, suppressing everything. In an instant, within a hundred miles, all living beings with emotions seem to have turned into creatures in amber.

  A loud, resonant sound like a great bell echoed out, "Cease, cease."

  Tun Bao was shocked and jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, exclaiming: "Martial Golden Sword! It's actually the Martial Golden Sword!"

  The scream came to an abrupt halt, Tong Bao's jaws dropped agape as if she had been petrified like a fly in amber, her comical face revealing her deep shock.

  "Haha!" Wu Kong burst out laughing, his martial arts divine sword appeared, suppressing everything. Within a hundred miles, all living beings were suppressed and solidified, unable to move.

  This is the supreme sacred treasure left by the God of War, a proof of the way, enough to suppress and kill everything.

  Wiping away the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with a cold smile, Wu Kong's seven-foot-tall martial arts golden sword hovered above his head as he stepped towards Lin Huang, "You're going to die. You actually made me bleed."

  "Never has anyone dared to make me bleed. Not even a saint would dare. And you, actually made me bleed."

  Lin Huang's face was expressionless, his body suppressed by the Martial Gold Sword, and he didn't even look at Wu Kong who was approaching with a ferocious face, but instead carefully comprehended the profound meaning within the Martial Gold Sword.

  This is a Martial God's Certificate of Dao, inscribed with various divine paths of the Martial Gods. Today, I have gained a great deal from seeing it once, and Lin Huang has made tremendous progress.

  In Lin Huang's perception, this martial art of Golden Sword embodies the true essence of all martial arts, capable of suppressing everything, not by relying on martial arts, but on that initial pure heart of a martial artist, that initial desire to change one's fate.

  The wishes of all ethnic groups in the universe who practice martial arts to change their fate, combined together, gave the power of the golden sword of martial arts to suppress everything. If you want to resist, it is the wish of all sentient beings in the universe to resist.

  Such a wish is supported, even the gods will be suppressed and dare not disobey the wishes of all living beings, let alone saints. Therefore, Lin Huang was also suppressed under the Golden Sword of Martial Arts.

  This is Wu Kong's reliance, enough to counter the Great Sage's reliance.

  Compared to Wu Kong's martial arts golden sword, the blood drop of Xue Linglong, who is also a descendant of the divine bloodline, seems somewhat petty and narrow-minded, but this is normal, as there are also highs and lows among the gods.

  At least Lin Huang knew that the rank of the Martial God was far higher than that of the Blood God, almost only under a few supreme gods, and among all the gods, it was also an invincible god.

  "Kill you. Let you know that the majesty of the God of War cannot be desecrated. My majesty cannot be desecrated."

  Wu Kong walked step by step in front of Lin Huang, his footsteps very slow, he wanted to see Lin Huang's despair.

  Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything. Lin Huang let out a deep sigh and slowly opened his mouth under Wu Kong's astonished gaze. "It's a pity to be born in the wrong time, unable to meet the Martial God, it's truly sad."

  "In one sentence, Lin Huang's gaze turned to Wu Kong, his face expressionless. 'When there is no hero, let the mediocre ones rise to fame! Alas! Alas!'"

  Three sighs, Lin Huang suddenly let out a loud roar, and with one roar, the mountains and rivers shattered.

  Wu Kong let out a miserable cry, and was shaken into a ball of blood and flesh by Lin Huang's loud roar. All his martial arts skills and divine body protection techniques were rendered useless, shattering under the force of Lin Huang's roar. He barely managed to use his Wu Dao Golden Sword to protect himself from death.

  Lin Huang stretched out his hand and flicked it, without any hint of smoke or fire, striking the Wudao Golden Sword on Wu Kong's head. It seemed careless, but it cut off the mysterious connection between the Wudao Golden Sword and Wu Kong's bloodline.

  The Wudao Golden Sword emitted a clear and crisp sound, as if joyful, as if relieved, with divine light overflowing, just about to fall into Lin Huang's hands.

  Lin Huang waved his hand, "That's his way, not mine."

  As soon as the words fell, the golden light of Wudang's swordsmanship triumphed, and countless figures leaped out of thin air, shouting "Wudang" without a hint of impurity or divine aura. Coarse and simple, yet with a pure heart, this is the original way of all sentient beings who first practiced martial arts, yearning to change their fate.

  Billions of people's shadows practiced martial arts, weaving into the law and the Tao, falling into Lin Huang's body, then the golden light of Wudao's sword flashed, disappearing without a trace.

  Lin Huang sighed, looked away from the heavily injured Wu Kong on the ground, and stepped back to his chair, closing his eyes to carefully sense the impact of the Golden Sword on him.

  Tun Bao looked at Lin Huang with a hint of fear, feeling that he was becoming increasingly unfathomable, vast and boundless, as if he could ascend to godhood at any moment.

  Suppressing the faint fear in her heart, she turned her eyes and walked up to Wu Kong's face, let out a cold laugh, casually pulled out a chain, put it around Wu Kong's neck, and said with a sneer: "Hmph! Divine blood?! Descendant of the Martial God?! Come and make me laugh!"

  Tun Bao laughed with extreme joy, like a little fox that had stolen the hen's food, and dragged Wu Kong to Lin Huang's face in a dead dog-like manner. He fawned: "Lin Huang, Lin Huang. I want to inform on them, Xue Linglong and others are planning to find someone to secretly calculate you. Considering my contribution of abandoning evil and turning to righteousness, you can reward him to me. The taste of divine blood, I haven't had it yet."

  Lin Huang slowly opened his eyes, snapped his fingers, and the chain on Wu Kong's neck turned into a collar, making Wu Kong extremely disappointed and resentful, knowing that he had also become Lin Huang's slave, and would have to find sacrifices for him.

  "No problem. I need a large number of sacrifices, the more people they bring, the better."

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