The Divine Martial Stars

The battles were being broadcast live on the cryptic web.

In order to enjoy tremendous popularity, the vice president paid a lot to publicize the live show on the cryptic web in advance. Some titles were widely spread which boosted its popularity and attracted a lot of attention, such as "Beating the Former Eastern God of War", "Doomsday of Li Mu", and "Who Is the Real Eastern God of War".

As soon as the live streaming began, spectators online immediately reached a climax.

Endless snowstorms swept through Snow Wolf Lake on Ice Plateau at Far North Continent. The ice and snow which were meters thick covered the area of hundreds of kilometers around, turning it into a white vortex world.

Generally speaking, no creatures could barely survive except for Ice Wolves in such extreme cold areas.

"Is he the one who killed Lord Priest?"

The ongoing battles in Zhongtian Building were shown on a modern screen in an ancient castle under the ice plateau.

Looking at the person on the screen killing cultivators one by one, many werewolves were very surprised.

That eastern God of War could kill the High Priest and a dozen elites of the Ice Wolf Clan. But his combat style was unexpectedly primitive.

Although he could kill one person with one strike only, how long would it take if he kept killing in this way?

It was enormously different from the legend of Li Mu, who could fly in the sky, move mountains, and kill countless cultivators with one glance. Wasn’t the disparity much too huge?

All the werewolves felt that something was very wrong.

Instead, the man charging with a knife was very ordinary, whether in terms of power fluctuations or momentum. Any one of them could tear him into pieces in one-thousandth of a second.

"Tell me, is it true that such a person killed our leader?"

North America.

A cruel and mysterious voice echoed in the conference room of the base.

All the members of Fierce Tiger Gang were trembling with fear.

The holographic projection in the conference room broadcasted the image of a man with a long knife who was carrying out a massacre in a very primitive style. He cut down every cultivator using one knife. Their blood sprayed on the ground like a fountain. Surrounded by cultivators in black uniforms, he was as puny as a small reef surrounded by cold waves, which could be completely submerged, smashed, and engulfed at any time.

Judging from the current situation, he was definitely doomed to failure alone.

It wouldn’t be long before he would die of exhaustion.

"It is absolutely impossible for such trash to kill our people. He has obtained my divine blessing. It is impossible for him to be killed by him. There must be something that’s been hidden. Investigate the truth."

The "god" hidden in the dark roared angrily.

"Is that Li Mu’s real strength? Was the third leader killed in such a way?"

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The chief leader on the other side was watching every frame with a serious expression.

He supposed that it wasn’t that simple after his initial consternation. Thus, he wanted to find out the truth from such a "low-end battle" in this live broadcast. In particular, he wondered what was hidden in every action of Li Mu, whose figure was inferior to an ordinary cultivator with a knife.

But nothing could be seen until now.

"Hey, to be honest, it’s very difficult to explain it to our master."

Rubbing his temples, the fourth leader said, "If I tell the master that such a trash killed Third sister, maybe he will think that I raped her first and then killed her and used Li Mu as the scapegoat..."

"Shut up," the chief leader said.

"Oh, alright," the fourth leader grumbled.

After a pause, he couldn’t help saying, "Brother, pardon me for speaking frankly, but it’s embarrassing to spread this news out. People all over the world are watching this live broadcast on the cryptic web. If they know our third leader was defeated by such an ordinary cultivator, our Demon Coalition will lose face..."

"Shut up," the second leader said.

"Oh, alright." The fourth leader grumbled aggrievedly again.

He paused for a moment and was about to speak once more.

"Shut up." The first and second leaders spoke in unison.

"The glorious God will protect all of us... Li Mu, a butcher with a steel knife, couldn’t defeat believers of our God. The Divine Light of our God will shine on the eastern territory instead of a thug."

Choruses of chants seemed to echo eternally in Vetigan cathedral. The bishop clothed in red and the other bishops were watching the live broadcast with different expressions, but most of them showed disdainful and contemptuous looks.

If the so-called eastern God of War only used this kind of general means, that would make eastern cultivation strength seem lower than what he had imagined.

An unprecedented desire to conquer rose in most of the bishops’ minds.

The deterrence of the East weakened in their hearts.

Instead, they were filled with overflowing desire.

Amidst the changing world, most people didn’t understand that it was famous mountains and rivers that were truly valuable, instead of golden diamonds, oil, and ores, or human resources.

Because among these famous mountains and rivers, there were ancient ruins, lost divine gardens, gods’ residences, mysterious treasures, and... all other possibilities.

There was no doubt that the mysterious Hero Country in East with its profound history, had the most famous mountains and rivers in the world.

But this land had never been truly conquered in history.

And this was the best opportunity.

Gods had already left divine marks in Vetigan while angels spread their wings, and deities awoke from their deep sleep to whisper. Every believer knew that their era had begun slowly.

Time waited for no man.

The live streaming caused a huge reaction in the world’s cultivation circle. The only difference was that the reaction might not be what the vice president expected.

"Does the combat scene belong to the representative of the strongest cultivator in Hero Country?"

"Could it be some random fake actor?"

"It seems that I’ve been fooled."

"It looks like a farce."

"It’s nothing but a usual hacking game without any known skills."

"Such a common battle is regarded as a war between the strongest cultivators in the Orient, which is simply an insult to my intelligence and my eyes."

Seeing these bullet comments flashing one after another on the screen, the vice president was in a very bad mood.

He had anticipated a drastic battle after Li Mu’s arrival and even for Zhongtian Building to be destroyed. However, Li Mu’s way of fighting was so primitive that it was beyond his expectation.

How primitive was it?

Li Mu looked much too unprofessional, like a third-rate actor who had been invited by him.

Why?

Why did the expected "the War of Immortals" turn into a common battle consisting of "Cheap Special Effects"?

Bullet comments infuriated the vice president.

He still felt that as time passed, he could exhaust Li Mu and completely end his life without any action.

Could it be that Li Mu was already injured and was like a spent bullet, after facing several waves of strong enemies during the Mogao battles?

This was the only conjecture he could make.

"Come on. All of you, kill him. Kill Li Mu!" He roared with great disappointment.

In response, experts of the Cultivators’ Association took action at the same time, rushing to Li Mu, like a dark tide.

Li Mu knew nothing about it.

Even if he knew, he wouldn’t care for sure.

He merely felt that he had a better understanding of Broadsword Way after the Mogao battle and the battle at the gate of the military camp.

It was the so-called returning to simplicity.

His Dao-using method was primitive and simple from which little demeanor of a master could be seized. His broadsword method wasn’t formidable enough to mess the world up, but it nearly approached a natural way. He faintly caught a sense of Ultimate Broadsword Way that belonged to himself.