Breaking Through to the Tenth Realm, Martial God!

The fist blades vibrated slightly, transmitting a wave of intense hunger.

Xiaohei was clearly extremely excited. As a weapon spirit born from an ancient bloodthirsty spirit beast, the cold, deathly energy of this place, which had been abandoned for thousands of years, was a perfect appetizer for it.

“Don't worry, I'll take you to feast right now.”

Su Yueli gripped her fist blades tightly, restrained her blood qi, and plunged headfirst into the black mist-shrouded core region of the royal mausoleum.

One person and one weapon wove through the densely packed tombstones. After searching for nearly half an hour, the sound of teeth grinding finally echoed from a pile of rubble ahead.

As the thick mist dispersed, a giant beast covered in dark green scales was revealed, crouching on the shattered remains of a coffin.

It had a massive crocodile head, but its body resembled a tiger's, and its tail was a sharp bone spike.

An early stage Second Realm demon beast: the Armored Croc-Tiger.

Su Yueli's expression turned solemn. The gap between immortals and mortals...

The early stage of the Second Realm in the cultivation world did not correspond to the Second Realm of the martial path. Instead, it was a terrifying existence capable of easily sweeping through the eighth and ninth realms of the mortal world.

Back then, she had nearly lost half her life just killing a late stage First Realm Blood-Eyed Wolf. Now, facing a monster that had jumped an entire major realm, the pressure she felt was unimaginable.

“Roar!”

Sensing the aura of a living person, the Armored Croc-Tiger's dull yellow vertical pupils locked onto Su Yueli.

With a roar, it kicked up a storm of sand and rocks. Its massive body was actually as fast as lightning, pouncing toward her with a mountain-toppling momentum.

“Come on!”

Su Yueli's eyes turned fierce. Instead of retreating, she lunged forward.

The blood qi of a Seventh Realm Grandmaster roared furiously within her body. Sensing its master's battle intent, the dark red blood veins on Xiaohei instantly erupted with an eerie light.

Fourth Form, River Blocker!

Su Yueli threw a punch, her mastered short-range force slamming into the massive claw the Croc-Tiger swiped at her.

The violent shockwave of force instantly reduced the giant boulders within a several-yard radius to dust.

However, the physical body of a Second Realm demon beast was unimaginably powerful.

Su Yueli felt an unstoppable force rebound into her. Her body skidded back more than ten steps across the ground, and a sweet metallic taste welled up in her throat.

The Croc-Tiger did not have it easy either. Several hard scales on its giant claw were shattered by the short-range force, driving it into a frenzied rage from the pain.

The fight was incredibly brutal.

Not only did the Armored Croc-Tiger possess immense strength, but its bone-spiked tail was also like a tireless flying sword—even a graze would wound, and a direct hit meant death.

Su Yueli pushed her movement technique to its absolute limit. In the face of the dense onslaught, she was like a flickering candle in the wind. Soon, several bone-deep bloody gashes appeared on her body.

The gap between a mortal martial artist and the cultivation level was laid bare at this moment.

And this was just a Second Realm demon beast that could not use spells and relied entirely on its physical instincts to fight.

If it were a cultivator of the same realm who could sacrifice powerful magic treasures and cast profound techniques, a martial artist probably wouldn't even have a chance to get close before being killed outright.

Another head-on clash.

Blood spilled from the corner of Su Yueli's mouth, and the protective blood qi around her body showed signs of collapsing.

Just as the Croc-Tiger opened its bloody maw, attempting to swallow her whole in a life-or-death instant, a savage look flared in Su Yueli's eyes.

At the cost of having a chunk of flesh torn from her left shoulder by the Croc-Tiger's sharp teeth, she flattened her right hand into a palm strike. Using the sharp edge of her Heaven-grade weapon, she thrust it ruthlessly into the Croc-Tiger's dull yellow vertical pupil!

Xiaohei was incomparably sharp. No matter how astonishing a Second Realm demon beast's defense was, its eyes remained a fatal weakness.

The barbed blades at the tip of the fist blades sank completely into the Croc-Tiger's brain. The mastered short-range force followed Xiaohei's sharp edge, exploding violently inside the beast's skull.

The Armored Croc-Tiger's massive body stiffened violently before crashing to the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

“Huff... huff...”

Su Yueli collapsed onto her knees in the pool of blood, completely drained of strength, her face deathly pale.

She was covered in blood. The wounds on her left shoulder, chest, and abdomen were deep, and she had no idea how many of her ribs were broken.

Fortunately, she was the one who won in the end.

In this extreme struggle on the brink of life and death, if Xiaohei had not upgraded into a Heaven-grade divine weapon to pierce the beast's defense at the critical moment, she would definitely be the one lying here as food today.

Just as Su Yueli was about to push herself up to collect the demon blood, she looked down and noticed something was off.

On her right fist blades, the dark red blood veins were writhing violently like blood vessels. The massive, pure Second Realm demon blood inside the Armored Croc-Tiger was being devoured by Xiaohei at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few moments, the dark glow emitted by Xiaohei brightened significantly, and even its aura grew slightly stronger.

Su Yueli first nodded in satisfaction, but then she realized what was happening, her beautiful eyes widening.

“Wait! You attention seeker! Leave some for me!”

She was currently covered in wounds and desperately needed this Second Realm demon blood to heal and break through. Yet, this little fellow, taking advantage of being a weapon spirit, had directly stolen her kill to stuff its own face.

Hearing its master's angry scolding, Xiaohei trembled a bit guiltily before reluctantly stopping, leaving about a small portion of the pure blood qi for Su Yueli.

Su Yueli tapped the fist blades in speechless exasperation, feeling utterly helpless.

From that day on, Su Yueli and Xiaohei went into full-on crazy cultivation mode in the core of this mausoleum.

Cultivating, searching for Second Realm demon beasts, fighting until heavily injured, dividing the demon blood to heal—the cycle repeated endlessly.

Seasons changed, and the vegetation among the tombs withered and flourished for thirty years.

There was no concept of time in cultivation. Thirty years of time in this silent, ruined kingdom's forbidden land was but a fleeting moment.

At the deepest part of the core region, in front of an nameless, desolate grave.

Su Yueli stood quietly. Thirty years had left no trace on her face, but her eyes had settled into something resembling a pool of stagnant water.

Slowly raising her right hand, Su Yueli did not channel any blood qi, but simply threw a casual punch forward.

Under this punch, the space ahead actually let out a muffled boom. A visible shockwave of air fanned out, forcefully sweeping away the thousand-year-old black mist within a hundred yards, creating an absolute vacuum.

Force penetrating space, returning to simplicity.

The Tenth Realm of the martial path—the Martial God Realm.

In fact, several years ago, Su Yueli had already relied on the flesh and blood of countless Second Realm demon beasts to pile her way up to this ultimate realm of mortal martial artists.

But since then, no matter how hard she trained, the blood qi in her body felt as if it had slammed into an insurmountable iron wall of the Heavenly Dao.

The road ahead was cut off.

For mortal martial arts, the Tenth Realm was the end.

Beyond that, there was absolutely no path to follow.

No matter how refined she made her fist techniques, without a cultivator's immortal Bone Talent, she ultimately could not draw spiritual energy into her body to break through the mortal barrier.

Su Yueli sighed helplessly. No wonder the high-and-mighty cultivators viewed martial artists as ants; the upper limit of this path was indeed locked tight.

Sensing its master's dejection, the fist blades in her right hand gently rubbed against her wrist.

Now, after devouring the essence blood of demon beasts for thirty years, the dark red blood veins on Xiaohei's surface had turned into a simple, ancient dark gold, its aura obscure and terrifying.

It had effortlessly evolved all the way from Heaven-grade low-rank back then to Heaven-grade mid-rank now.

“Alright, I know you're amazing now.”

The corners of Su Yueli's mouth twitched up in amusement at Xiaohei's antics, and she flicked the blade affectionately.

Fortunately, she had Xiaohei to keep her company over these past few decades; otherwise, it would have been far too dull.

Then, she turned around and cast her gaze toward the outline of the distant gates.

In these dark, sunless ruins of the ancient kingdom, she had hidden away for a full thirty-five years.

Now, the Second Realm demon beasts in the outer, inner, and core regions had been completely wiped out by her and Xiaohei.

Continuing to stay here in seclusion would yield no further improvement other than wasting her lifespan.

A cultivation at the Martial God Realm, coupled with the growth-type Heaven-grade mid-rank divine weapon, Xiaohei.

Although she was still no match for those omnipotent cultivation powerhouses, when facing mortal forces, she now possessed absolute self-preservation capabilities and the leverage to flip the table.

“The Pang family...”

Su Yueli gripped her fist blades tightly. Without a single lingering regret, she walked toward the gates of the forbidden land that had been sealed for thirty-five years, with Xiaohei by her side.