System:The More I Kill, the Stronger I Get

Oliver Sheng elevated his cultivation to the Great Perfection of the Grandmaster Realm, enhancing his power and speed to a new level.

In an instant, Oliver flew in front of the old Taoist Astral and unleashed a powerful Divine Sun Fist.

The scorching True Qi and blood energy surged, the pure Yang fist intent crushed everything in its path, like a blazing sun descending from the sky.

Taoist Astral retreated rapidly to dodge, but Oliver's speed was too fast. He couldn't create any distance between them and had to quickly gather his magical powers, activating a protective magic tool to form a Basalt Shield in front of his chest.

"Boom!"

Oliver's punch landed on the Basalt Shield, the sound echoing through the sky like a mountain collapsing.

Taoist Astral was sent flying hundreds of meters away by the punch, the Basalt Shield shattered, and his protective magic tool broke into pieces. The magical power within him was almost dispersed by the impact.

"Cough, cough!"

After stabilizing himself, Taoist Astral coughed up blood, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Oliver's strength had increased significantly compared to earlier.

Previously, their strengths were evenly matched, resulting in a stalemate.

But now, Oliver had suddenly become stronger, capable of severely injuring him with a single punch. Such power was comparable to the late or peak stages of the Yin Spirit Realm.

He couldn't understand why Oliver had suddenly become so powerful.

Judging by his appearance, it didn't seem like he had forcibly enhanced his strength by burning his blood and essence.

Could it be that this person had been hiding his true strength all along?

What a deep schemer.

"I really underestimated you. I never thought a little bastard like you would have such power," Astral's face was ashen, as if he had lost everything.

"Your eyesight was never that good, old Taoist," Oliver didn't stop, his figure like lightning, quickly charging forward and throwing another punch.

"Slash!"

Astral pulled out a magic sword and slashed it towards Oliver.

"Shatter!"

Oliver's punch collided with the incoming magic sword, the immense and terrifying force instantly shattering the sword that Astral had nurtured for decades.

"Ugh!"

Astral spat out another mouthful of blood, the destruction of his nurtured magic sword backfiring on his mind, adding new injuries to the old, making him appear even more haggard.

Perhaps he should have divined his fortune before leaving; today, he had really hit a hard wall.

One magic tool after another, one divine power after another, he threw everything he had. Today, it was either him or Oliver who would die.

There was no possibility of reconciliation between them; one had to fall.

Oliver fought more and more valiantly, his fist intent pure Yang, his blood energy like a long river, soaring into the sky, shaking the heavens and earth.

At this moment, Oliver seemed like a blazing sun, his radiance dazzling.

In everyone's eyes, Oliver was like a brilliant sun hanging in the sky, incomparably splendid.

"Mommy, why are there two suns in the sky?" a little girl asked innocently.

"A deity, that's a deity."

"Has General Sheng become a god?"

"So powerful, how did he cultivate to such a level?" Magistrate Chen was questioning his life at this moment.

"Boom!"

Oliver once again sent Astral flying with a punch, blood gushing from his mouth, cracks appearing on his body like a shattered porcelain vase.

After all, he was a Daoist cultivator, although he also practiced martial arts to refine his body, his main expertise was still Daoist magic, and his physique was far inferior to Oliver's.

The scorching pure Yang fist intent continued to burn his divine soul.

The cultivation method Oliver practiced was also peculiar, extremely restraining against Yin Spirits, making Oliver himself like a blazing sun.

"Damn it!"

Taoist Astral cursed Isla Su's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

He only wanted the cultivation method of the Visualize of Gods and Demons, why did Isla Su, that fox demon, have a half-step demon emperor's sacred artifact?

Unable to deal with Isla Su, he thought Oliver was an easy target.

Who would have thought, Oliver was a hidden master.

His strength was absurdly strong, clearly possessing power comparable to the late or peak stages of a Great Grandmaster, yet he disguised himself as a small martial cultivator in the Prenatal Realm.

What bad luck!

Taoist Astral felt bitter.

He was once a prodigy of the Kunlun Daoist Sect, but an injury to his divine soul prevented him from breaking through to the Yin Spirit Realm, leading him to defect to the Ghost King Sect to practice their dark arts to restore his divine soul and finally break through to the Yin Spirit Realm.

When he heard about the divine soul cultivation method of the Heavenly Sect's Visualize of Gods and Demons, he knew his chance to break through to the Yang Spirit Realm had come. As long as he obtained it, he could strengthen his divine soul and glimpse the Yang Spirit Realm.

After much investigation, he traced it to the fox demon, but the cunning fox demon had already given the golden page recording the Visualize of Gods and Demons to Oliver.

Chasing Oliver, he encountered a monstrous talent, a young martial cultivator with terrifying strength.

Despite using all his means, he still lost to Oliver.

"Old Taoist, do you have any other tricks? If not, you can die now." Oliver approached Astral.

Taoist Astral's robe was torn, his body covered in wounds, on the verge of breaking apart, his magic tool whisk already shattered by Oliver, his white hair in disarray.

"I am a disciple of Kunlun, at the Yin Spirit Realm. If you dare kill me, be prepared for retribution, hahaha..." Taoist Astral laughed, his expression fearless, arrogant and proud.

In the world of Daoist sects, the Heavenly Sect was first, Kunlun second, and Dragon Tiger third.

If Oliver dared to kill him, he would surely face Kunlun's retribution.

Seeing Astral's fearless expression, Oliver was speechless. What was wrong with these people?

Background was background, and he was himself. Did they really think Oliver would care about Kunlun and not dare to kill?

Oliver was not an ordinary person who would fear Kunlun Daoist Sect.

"Then you can die. So what if you're a Yin Spirit? So what if you're from Kunlun?" Oliver's punch descended, aimed at Taoist Astral.

Taoist Astral's pupils dilated, he couldn't believe Oliver still dared to punch him after knowing he was from Kunlun Daoist Sect.

"No..."

"Boom!"

The domineering fist intent destroyed everything, Taoist Astral was instantly blown into a mist of blood.

The pure Yang power even obliterated Taoist Astral's Yin Spirit.

Taoist Astral couldn't even utter a plea for mercy before being forcefully killed by Oliver, his Yin Spirit unable to escape.

At the moment of Taoist Astral's death, his soul lamp in Kunlun Daoist Sect extinguished instantly.

Seeing the extinguished soul lamp, the disciples on duty panicked.

"Ancestor Astral has perished!"

"A great disaster."

"Who dares to kill our Kunlun ancestor?"

"Quickly report to the sect master."

The young Taoists guarding the soul lamps turned pale with fear and hurried to report.

Kunlun Daoist Sect, located on an immortal mountain blessed land, with celestial palaces and pavilions, spiritual energy like white mist, immortal herbs and ginseng glowing, celestial cranes and auspicious beasts dancing, a scene of an immortal paradise.

"Sect Master, Sect Master, something terrible has happened." A young Taoist who had just entered the Qi Refining stage ran frantically to the palace of the Kunlun Daoist Sect's head, Tianquan.

Tianquan ended his meditation, frowning. This young Taoist needed proper education; causing a ruckus in his secluded palace was unacceptable.

"What has you so flustered?" Tianquan scolded.

"Sect Master, something terrible has happened, Ancestor Astral's soul lamp has extinguished," the young Taoist said in terror.

"What?"

Tianquan instantly stood up from his meditation cushion, his terrifying aura erupting, as if it would destroy the entire world.

The young Taoist felt like a flower swaying in the wind, on the verge of death.

The pressure was too terrifying.

"What happened, Senior Brother Tianquan?" Sensing Tianquan's explosive aura, Tianxuan appeared in the palace.

"Astral is dead!" Tianquan said emotionlessly.

"What?" Tianxuan was shocked.

"Junior Brother is dead? Didn't we hear he had already broken through to the Yin Spirit Realm? Who dares to kill him!"

Knowing the sect master's temperament, Tianxuan knew he was on the verge of losing control.

Everyone in Kunlun Daoist Sect knew the sect master favored Junior Brother Astral the most.

"What happened?"

Another figure appeared in the palace.

"Junior Brother Tianxing, Junior Brother Astral is dead," Tianxuan said.

"What? Junior Brother Astral is dead? Who killed him? I'll destroy them," Tianxing, known for his fiery temper, immediately wanted to avenge his junior brother.

"I don't know!" Tianxuan shook his head.

"Find out. I want to see who dares to be so bold, to kill a member of Kunlun Daoist Sect. I will grind them to dust," Tianquan's voice was icy, clearly enraged.

If not for his years of cultivation, he would have already lost control.

Immediately, Kunlun Daoist Sect sent disciples into the world to investigate the true cause of Taoist Astral's death.

...

Oliver's fierce actions in killing Taoist Astral shocked Xiao Chuyi and the others.

"Is Taoist Astral dead?"

They could hardly believe it, a Daoist Yin Spirit master, killed by Oliver!

Oliver looked at the ring left behind, grabbing it as it fell.