World's Strongest Martial Warrior

The elder who introduced himself as Ling De raised his head to meet Peter Parker's gaze, a look of utter astonishment flickering in his aged eyes.    

Since its inception in the Immortal World, the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect had faced destruction at the hands of the Jade Cloud Immortal Palace. The sect that stood today had been reconstructed far from the Jade Cloud Immortal Palace by a handful of core disciples who had narrowly escaped.    

In truth...    

Only a select few among the higher ranks of the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect were aware that their sect originated from the Lower Realm, known as the Heaven-Cleaving Universe. The majority of the sect's disciples were oblivious to this fact.    

How, then, did this enigmatic young man come to learn of the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect's roots?    

"It is indeed the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect founded by Ling Potian," Peter Parker mused, a wave of sentiment stirring within him.    

He had ties to the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect and had even vowed to Ling Xiyao that he would assist in dealing with the Jade Cloud Immortal Palace.    

Encountering members of the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect, Peter Parker felt compelled to act.    

His eyes swept over the group of grey-robed figures before him, and he stated calmly, "Ladies and gentlemen, I will be safeguarding these two individuals. May I ask if you would honor my request?"    

Upon hearing Peter Parker's words, a chill emanated from the eyes of the grey-clad group.    

This was particularly true for the middle-aged man in grey, a first-tier Golden Immortal, whose aura bristled with lethal intent. "Young man, I suggest you stay out of this!"    

Peter Parker met the middle-aged man's gaze and replied coolly, "It seems you're not inclined to respect my wishes?"    

"You're asking for trouble, kid!"    

The middle-aged man's eyes hardened. "Attack. Take down this upstart first!"    

Boom! Boom!    

At his command, two men in grey, both Seventh Stage Heavenly Immortals, lunged at Peter Parker with malicious intent.    

With a mere flick of his fingers, Peter Parker unleashed two silent sword energies. The two assailants, caught off guard, met their end at the hands of Peter Parker's swift and deadly technique.    

"Who... who are you?"    

The gray-robed middle-aged man's expression shifted dramatically. His gaze was locked on Peter Parker, a mix of shock and rage etched on his face.    

He had witnessed the demise of two seventh-grade Heaven Immortals at the hands of this enigmatic youth with a mere flick of the wrist!    

It was clear he had not anticipated encountering someone of such formidable power, especially not this seemingly unassuming young man.    

Typically, only the most elite Allheaven factions boasted such prodigious talents.    

Could it be that this enigmatic youth hailed from one of the esteemed Luo factions?    

Peter Parker responded with a cool detachment, "You don't need to know who I am. All you need to understand is that I'm here to protect these two today."    

"Shameless boasting!" sneered the grey-robed man, his eyes icing over with contempt. He advanced, unleashing the overwhelming Qi of a First Grade Golden Immortal that surged toward Peter Parker from every direction.    

This young man had dispatched two seventh-grade Heaven Immortals with effortless grace. He must possess the combat prowess of at least an eighth-grade, if not a ninth-grade Heaven Immortal. Clearly, he was not someone the average person could contend with.    

The grey-robed man was not one to dally. He resolved to take on Peter Parker himself.    

Yet Peter Parker remained serene, utterly unfazed by the man's formidable presence.    

Having been purified by the Immemorial Immortal Pond of the Sword Extinguishing Immortal Sect, Peter Parker's cultivation base had soared to the ninth-grade Heaven Immortal realm, bringing him tantalizingly close to the Golden Immortal realm.    

Even when his cultivation base lingered at the Fourth Grade Heaven Immortal level, he had the strength to overpower a half-step Golden Immortal and go toe-to-toe with a First Grade Golden Immortal.    

Now, with his cultivation base elevated to the ninth-grade Heaven Immortal realm, a mere first-grade Golden Immortal was hardly worth his concern.    

A flicker of surprise crossed the grey-robed man's eyes as he realized his imposing aura had no effect on Peter Parker.    

Without further hesitation, he channeled a torrent of Golden Immortal energy into his palm, shaping it into a menacing black python that hissed and thrashed, lunging at Peter Parker.    

With a casual wave of his hand, Peter Parker unleashed a sword qi that sliced through the air, cleaving the roaring black python in two as effortlessly as if it were slicing through soft tofu.    

Upon witnessing the scene, the expression of the gray-robed middle-aged man grew even more grave. Although he hadn't exerted his full power in the previous strike, it still bore the might of a First Grade Golden Immortal—a force not easily withstood, even by a half-step Golden Immortal. Yet, the young man before him had effortlessly countered with a single blow, suggesting that his combat prowess might well rival that of a true Golden Immortal.    

"You've got some real power, kid. No wonder you have the audacity to stand so boldly before me," the middle-aged man said, eyeing Peter Parker intently. As he did, the formidable energy of a Golden Immortal surged forth from his being. In his palm materialized an ancient sword, its surface etched with intricate pine patterns that resembled age-old pine trees.    

The moment the Pinecone Sword was revealed, a dazzling array of sword lights danced across the void, cutting through the air for miles around. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Pale yellow sword lights coalesced into a towering sword Qi, which then morphed into a mountainous form, ten thousand feet tall. With the force of a collapsing vacuum, it hurled itself furiously toward Peter Parker.    

"Be cautious, young friend. You face the Great Luo Immortal Art—the Cangshan Sword Art," warned Ling De, the venerable ancestor of the Heaven-Cleaving Immortal Sect, his face contorted with concern. The Cangshan Sword Art was the pinnacle of the sect's Immortal Arts, and even with his own half-step Golden Immortal strength, Ling De feared he would sustain grave injuries—or worse—under its full might.    

"You truly don't grasp the gravity of life and death," Peter Parker remarked, shaking his head. He eschewed the sword for his finger, pointing it directly at the middle-aged man.    

"Bang!"    

The mountainous peak, conjured by the gray-robed man's sword light, burst as if it were a mere bubble against Peter Parker's sword finger. It fragmented into streams of sword energy, shattering beyond defense. Peter Parker's finger strike sliced through the opposition as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter. Having shattered the mountain peak, his finger lightly touched down upon the Pinecone Ancient Sword, still clutched in the middle-aged man's hand.    

"Crack!"    

The sound was crisp and unmistakable as the Pinecone Ancient Sword shattered, piece by piece.    

In the end, Peter Parker's fingertip exerted a force that landed squarely on the chest of the middle-aged man in gray robes.    

The very next moment, the man's body shuddered violently. He exploded midair, transforming into a cloud of blood mist that cascaded down from the heavens!    

Given Peter Parker's cultivation level as a ninth-grade Heaven Immortal, he wasn't certain of the full extent of his combat prowess. Yet, dispatching an ordinary first-grade Golden Immortal seemed as effortless as culling chickens and dogs.    

The scene fell into a deathly hush.    

The remaining gray-robed men and the Heaven Breaking Immortal Sect's Ling De stood with eyes glazed over, struggling to snap out of their stupor.    

To shatter the Allheaven Sword Technique with a mere flick of his finger, to slay a first-grade Golden Immortal with such ease, was beyond their wildest imaginations. The mysterious young man clad in black before them wielded a power that was nothing short of terrifying.    

"So... incredibly strong," murmured Ling De, finally regaining his composure. His aged face couldn't conceal a surge of elation.    

He had sought Peter Parker's assistance, sensing that there was something extraordinary about him. It seemed plausible that Peter Parker might be a prodigy from the Great Luo, potentially capable of averting their dire straits.    

But this...    

Ling De had never anticipated such an outcome. Peter Parker had effortlessly vanquished a First Grade Golden Immortal with his own might. The magnitude of his formidable talent likely surpassed even the most esteemed geniuses of the Great Luo.    

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