Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

After speaking, he added another sentence.

"After all, the entire Celestial Palace City, only I have ever fought with that North Barbarian State Preceptor King Zhuanlun once. I can feel the power of the North Barbarian State Preceptor."

Upon hearing this proposal, Jiang Ning pondered briefly and nodded.

"Alright!"

At these words, Prince Zhenbei’s expression shook greatly.

It’s a rare opportunity for him to experience whether the gap between him and the world’s second is vast.

He fought against the North Barbarian State Preceptor and lost, incredibly. He was defeated in one encounter.

The current Jiang Ning is also the world’s second. Furthermore, he escaped unscathed from the encirclement of two Heavenly Soldiers a few days ago. This news has already reached his ears from the Royal Capital, so he does not doubt that Jiang Ning possesses the strength of the world’s second.

"Prince, this place is small. How about moving to the training ground—" Prince Zhenbei spoke.

Jiang Ning shook his head: "No need, this place is enough."

As the words fell, his figure moved.

Prince Zhenbei saw a flicker before his eyes, and a palm had already landed on his left shoulder.

The next moment, Prince Zhenbei’s pupils contracted sharply.

An indescribable force, like an ancient mountain, fell from that palm.

The force wasn’t violent, lacked the momentum of overturning mountains and seas, yet it was so heavy that Prince Zhenbei felt his spine was groaning under the unbearable burden.

The blue stone floor beneath his feet trembled slightly, the entire earth was sharing this force, but even though the whole earth was bearing this power simultaneously, it still seemed to reach the limit of its load, with the ground beneath showing signs of impending eruption.

At this moment, under the suppression of this force, he felt the power on his knees had almost reached a limit, a sensation of bowing down his knees was transmitted, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his shoulders.

"This!!!" Prince Zhenbei’s heart surged with monumental shock.

He raised his head, looking at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning stood still, a calm expression, with one hand placed on his shoulder, appearing as if he used little strength.

Unbelievable!!

Prince Zhenbei was speechless with shock.

Having cultivated for decades, his muscles and bones had long been refined to the peak, though not renowned for sheer physical strength, as a first-grade expert at Martial Arts Peak, how could his physical body be weak?!!

Yet under Jiang Ning’s palm, he felt as if he were a clay figure confronting an iron hammer, utterly powerless!!

"Is this King Luoshui’s strength? Is this the strength of the world’s second?" Prince Zhenbei was greatly astonished, full of disbelief.

At this time, a trace of irritation rose in his heart.

He recognized it; Jiang Ning’s demeanor clearly indicated a single-handed suppression, entirely disregarding him.

For decades in the Northern Land, he was one of the two kings alongside Beicang King; never had he been so slighted by anyone?!

Even King Zhuanlun fought him seriously, causing him to lose in one face-to-face, unlike Jiang Ning who placed a light hand on his shoulder, as if scolding a junior as an elder.

Immediately, he took a deep breath, with his bones crackling like roasted beans, Qi-Blood boiling instantly, the vast power within him erupted like a river breach!

He too did not use Divine Power, but relied on pure physical strength, attempting to push away the hand pressing on his shoulder in the same manner as Jiang Ning.

"Open——!!" Prince Zhenbei shouted lowly, with a sharp push on the shoulder, the whole force was condensed at a point and rushed outward fiercely.

Rumble!!

The earth roared.

As if an earth dragon turned over, the entire mansion began to collapse, structures fell apart, walls separated...

The whole council hall crazily shook, dust fell, tiles dropped, beams disassembled and collapsed behind him.

However, the hand remained motionless.

At this moment, the color on Prince Zhenbei’s face changed drastically, first flushed, then turned iron-blue, finally became pale.

He had tried himself, yet felt no depth to it, a paleness showing.

Slowly he raised his head, looking at Jiang Ning with a gaze full of defeat.

At this moment, he truly saw the vast disparity between his alleged strength and the world’s second.

Defeated by the North Barbarian State Preceptor in one encounter, he couldn’t believe there was such a gap between him and the world’s second.

He attributed it to the Great Snow Mountain behind the North Barbarian State Preceptor.

However, Jiang Ning’s journey, he viewed many times in the intelligence.

It can be said, he is the weakest world’s second, a previously unacknowledged world’s second by many.

Yet today’s simple test revealed that even compared with the weakest world’s second, the gap was as wide as a chasm.

Under a full-force eruption, he couldn’t even make the hand move an inch.

This wasn’t a matter of disparity.

It was a complete difference in levels.

Today, Jiang Ning’s hand completely crushed his remaining bit of confidence.

A smile appeared on his face, a bitterly sad smile.

At this time, Beicang King stood aside, watching the scene, an expression of disbelief on his face.

He had seen the test between the two, and the final result was clear to him.

The gap between the two was simply beyond reasoning.

Moreover, he knew well that his strength compared to Prince Zhenbei was evenly matched.

This also indicated that the disparity between him and Jiang Ning could not be measured with logic.

In his mind, he recalled the day Jiang Ning clashed with Wang Jixuan.

On the day of the palace coup, he personally witnessed Jiang Ning arriving like an immortal, using the power of the Primordial Spirit to swiftly settle the scene.

Following a skirmish with Ji Xuan, did not fall into a disadvantage.

Yet the shock that day was not as intense as today.

For Jiang Ning’s prowess that day was reflected in the strength of Immortal Dao.

The Ancient Immortal Dao prioritizes enlightenment, with tales of immediate ascension upon attaining the Dao.

Whereas Martial Arts is different, progressing step by step, accumulating with no legend of Hundred Days Ascension.

The physical body Jiang Ning displayed today was far more exaggerated and unbelievable in his mind than achieving Primordial Spirit Immortal.

"Is Prince Zhenbei at ease?" Jiang Ning withdrew his hand and asked lightly.

Upon hearing, Prince Zhenbei stood silently, for a long time.

"I am at ease." He finally spoke, the tone complex, "With King Luoshui stepping in, the crisis in Celestial Palace City can be resolved!"

At this moment, he looked at Jiang Ning with entirely different eyes.

The gaze contained awe, relief, and a trace of bitter self-mockery.

"I, Xu, have cultivated for decades, thinking I have reached the pinnacle of Martial Arts, no progress possible beyond this. Only today do I realize that the so-called pinnacle is mere self-deception." Prince Zhenbei sighed deeply, bowing to Jiang Ning, "Thank you, Prince, for enlightening me, showing me there’s always something greater."

Jiang Ning waved his hand: "Prince Zhenbei, there’s no need for that. Comparisons with me are unnecessary!"

Upon hearing, Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen’s expression grew more bitter.

In his view, it was evident that in Jiang Ning’s eyes, he couldn’t compare with Jiang Ning, both were not on the same level.

After a moment of silence.

Prince Zhenbei slowly spoke again: "With such strength, Prince, do you have any plans or thoughts moving forward?"

"You all saw, how strong is that North Barbarian State Preceptor King Zhuanlun?" Jiang Ning asked.

"He truly is the world’s second, no falsehood!" Beicang King replied.

"He possesses celestial capabilities, beyond my reach! If he intended to kill me, I couldn’t escape death!" Prince Zhenbei said.

Upon hearing, Jiang Ning nodded and then asked: "The North Barbarian State Preceptor has the power to break the city and the ability and chance to kill Prince Zhenbei; why do you think they specifically gave a fifteen-day ultimatum?"

"Prince’s words I’ve considered before!" Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen spoke, then continued, "Back then, the North Barbarian State Preceptor also signed a treaty, now with Martial Saint still in the world, he dares not risk angering Martial Saint!"

Jiang Ning shook his head.

Upon just arriving at Celestial Palace City, he considered one thing.

Coming here, he ought to gain some benefit.

There’s no notion of effort without gain.

Thus, he also devised his reasoning!

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