On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

Ming Jian had completely transformed; his blood now surged with an incredible, almost palpable energy, radiating a newfound strength and vitality. His eyes were ablaze with determination as he fixed his arrogant gaze on Chen Tian.

Crack!

Even the slightest movement of his body made a loud cracking sound. He was ready to unleash his full power at any moment.

Chen Tian felt the intensity of Ming Jian's gaze, signaling his seriousness.

"No more games," Ming Jian growled, his voice filled with newfound strength. "I will not hold back this time. Prepare yourself, kid, for you will face the full force of my power."

With that declaration, Ming Jian grasped his wooden sword tightly and took a firm stance.

His right foot shifted back slightly, grounding him as a surge of energy crackled beneath his skin. A slight crack appeared on the floor beneath Ming Jian's feet, a small indication of the immense power he was putting forth.

Ming Jian raised his wooden sword, its tip pointed directly at Chen Tian. With a determined look in his eyes, he advanced towards Chen Tian. This time, his speed was several times faster; none of the disciples could keep up with him.

In a flash of movement, he arrived next to Chen Tian, his wooden sword poised for an attack. Ming Jian was sure that Chen Tian wouldn't be able to dodge his strike. As he brought the sword down towards Chen Tian, a sense of victory filled his heart.

But at the last moment, Chen Tian's eyes flashed with sudden intensity, and with lightning speed, his body moved dodging Ming Jian's attack.

Puff!

A gust of wind from Ming Jian's swing whipped past Chen Tian's ear. The power behind that strike was undeniable.

"What?!"

Ming Jian was stunned. How? He had poured all his strength into that attack, certain it would land. Yet, Chen Tian had moved with an agility that defied his previous performance. A flicker of unease sparked within Ming Jian.

Before he could react, an absurd pain shot through his abdomen, causing him to double over in shock and agony.

"Agh!"

Chen Tian had used the hilt of his sword to deliver a blow to Ming Jian's stomach, inflicting a painful attack.

The unexpected move left Ming Jian stunned as he struggled to regain his composure. Although he tried to catch his breath, Chen Tian swiftly stepped forward, bringing his right foot to Ming Jian's foot, effectively making him lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"…"

Silence filled the air as Ming Jian lay on the ground, everyone watching in shock at the sudden turn of events.

"Interesting. This young man is really something," Old Ming muttered to himself, impressed by the unexpected display of Chen Tian's prowess.

He also thought that even he would have struggle to do that to someone of Ming Jian's level.

"Yes!" Ming Ming excitedly exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I knew Brother Chen Tian could do it."

"Ming Ming! Have you forgotten that's your father?" Xin Lan angrily glanced at her daughter. Of course, she wasn't that angry; deep down, she was also shocked since she knew how powerful her husband was.

'I never knew Chen Tian was this strong.'

Leng Zhiqing on the side was conflicted as many emotions swirled inside her. She thought she knew everything about Chen Tian, but today she saw another side of him that she had never witnessed before.

It was both intimidating and impressive.

"H-How, you!" Ming Jian stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence.

The humiliation burned hotter than the surge of power coursing through him.

This nobody he'd dismissed as a mere weed in his path had just shattered his belief in his own superiority.

At that moment, Ming Jian realized that Chen Tian wasn't normal, or maybe he was really a Divine Martial Expert like his father had said.

'I can't lose to this kid, or I can't show my face ever again,' Ming Jian thought, his fists clenched at his sides. Despite the embarrassment and shock, a fire of determination ignited within him.

"Puff!"

"Good, at least it is not a waste to use it," he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing in focus.

"Hm!"

Chen Tian suddenly noticed that the aura around Ming Jian had started to change, becoming more intense and focused.

"Chaos Insight!"

Chen Tian activated his special ability, allowing him to see the spiritual energy inside Ming Jian's body.

The energy was moving rapidly, swirling and building up to resemble a churning storm, a maelstrom of power threatening to burst forth. Chen Tian's eyes widened in surprise.

The concentration of spiritual energy was very similar to when a cultivator was activating a technique or a skill, but Chen Tian could sense that the technique Ming Jian was using was incomplete.

Not only him, Wu Ye also sensed that Ming Jian was using an incomplete technique.

"Head this…" Butler Wan was taken aback, unsure of what to say.

"This... this can't be..." Old Ming's voice was barely a whisper. "Ming Jian, did you learn that technique!"

Ming Jian, unaware of his father's words, remained completely focused. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his muscles tensed with exertion. He gritted his teeth and roared, a primal sound that echoed through the training hall.

"Limitless War Body!"

The moment Ming Jian uttered those words, a surge of power emanated from his body, causing the surrounding air to vibrate with energy.

Everyone was taken by the sudden display of strength and power. They could feel a wave of intense energy radiating from Ming Jian, making the hairs on their arms stand on end.

Shock etched across Old Ming's face as he comprehended the gravity of his son's actions.

Chen Tian and Wu Ye, unlike everyone here, could naturally see that spiritual energy was concentrating in Ming Jian's dantian. But because the skill he was using was incomplete, the pathway the Qi was moving through was completely unstable, causing a dangerous buildup of energy.

If this continued, it could damage the user's body.

"Form of the War Drum!"

Old Ming was frozen in place, his face pale with worry as he watched his son's power continue to grow.

"Father, is something wrong?" Xin Lan was the first to notice Old Ming's distress and turned to see him watching Ming Jian with a horrified expression. She quickly realized that something was wrong, a worried frown creasing her forehead as Ming Jian's power continued to surge.

Everyone else turned and looked at Old Ming with curiosity, since it was rare for this old man to show such an expression.

"Sigh… that little boy, I told him not to practice that technique." Old Ming's voice was filled with regret as he finally spoke, his eyes still fixed on his son.

"This technique is called Limitless War Body, a technique that has been passed down through the generations in the Ming family. It is said to be incredibly powerful, but also incredibly dangerous if not used correctly.

Using this technique, many powerful ancestors of the Ming family achieved great feats on the battlefield, but many also met tragic ends due to its uncontrollable power."

Old Ming was acutely aware of the dangers associated with practicing the technique, having experienced its harmful effects firsthand.

'If I hadn't used this technique, my condition wouldn't be this bad.' He was still a divine martial artist, so his health shouldn't have deteriorated so quickly.

"This technique can only be used when someone advances to the Divine Martial stage. The first stage of this technique is called 'Form of the War Drum.' The person assumes a specific stance, mimicking the form of a mighty war drum.

This concentrates their internal energy (spiritual Qi) within their dantian, or energy center, allowing them to unleash powerful attacks.

In other words, this technique harnesses the body's own energy to enhance the martial artist's power and abilities. However, the downside is that it puts a tremendous strain on the body and can lead to irreversible damage if overused."

Hearing this, everyone in the dojo was both nervous and worried. Ming Ming and Xin Lan were especially concerned, as they knew how competitive and relentless their father and husband were.

"I will show you the real might of a divine martial artist!" Ming Jian boasted, his eyes gleaming with determination.

He raised his wooden sword, its simple form belying the ferocious power coursing through it. With a roar that shook the very foundation of the training hall, Ming Jian unleashed a devastating strike.

The air itself seemed to crackle as his blade sliced through, a wind-like burst following in its wake. The others watched in awe, unable to tear their eyes away.

When using this technique, Ming Jian's strength was now equal to that of a 5th stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivator, making Chen Tian curious about this technique. As for the attack itself, Chen Tian didn't even think of dodging.

Although he had utilized the lightning crystal, Chen Tian's body had not completely recovered its full strength, leaving him at a disadvantage.

An attack of this magnitude was no threat to Chen Tian. Even if he wanted to block this attack, his body was enough.

When Chen Tian cultivated and broke through to higher realms, his body also advanced like his cultivation.

He had already reached the equivalent of a body cultivator in the 2nd stage of the Foundation Realm. Your next chapter is on M-V-L

That's why Chen Tian always needed twice the amount of energy to breakthrough.

Till now, Chen Tian didn't know how it happened; maybe it was because of the Chaos God Body, since he was still clueless about it.

Without raising his sword to block Ming Jian's upcoming wind attack, Chen Tian simply stood, his left arm raised.

Boom!

A shocking sight unfolded as Ming Jian's attack collided with Chen Tian's raised arm, causing a massive explosion that sent shockwaves rippling through the air.

The shockwave rippled outward, sending loose debris flying and ruffling Chen Tian's hair.

He remained rooted to the spot, his expression unfazed. Chen Tian's arm remained unscathed, with no sign of injury from the powerful wind attack.

"W-What?"

Ming Jian was left speechless, unable to comprehend how Chen Tian was able to withstand his powerful attack with such ease.

Sweat glistened on his brow as his breath quickened in disbelief. His body was already feeling the effects of exhaustion from using such a powerful technique, yet Chen Tian stood before him, seemingly unscathed.