Chapter 128

Boom!

Crash!

Qin Ming unleashed a powerful strike fueled by his blood qi true gang, smashing it against a blood-patterned black shield and sending it flying!

The black shield engraved with crimson runes instantly caved inward, revealing a clear fist imprint.

"How is this possible? My Blood Demon Shield!" The black-robed cultivator's face twisted in disbelief—this shield was a mid-grade defensive spirit artifact; one punch from the opponent nearly destroyed it.

Despite the pain, he made no hesitation, raising his hand and summoning.

A towering, blue-faced, fanged Qingjia Corpse suddenly appeared between them, radiating the aura of Foundation Establishment early stage, then let out a furious roar and lunged straight at Qin Ming!

Roar~ At the same time, the black-robed cultivator pulled out a small ink-colored spirit bell, channeling magic power to shake it, sending out a strange wave of sound.

Qin Ming suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness crash over him—suddenly! He snapped to attention, his powerful soul resisting the soul-force invasion.

The terrifyingly powerful Qingjia Corpse had already reached Qin Ming's side, its body swirling thick black mist—clearly laced with potent corpse poison.

Swish! A jet-black claw shot straight for his chest, targeting his heart!

Seeing this, Qin Ming activated the Baibao Liujing technique; his entire body's blood qi true gang erupted violently!

Countless crimson beams of true gang flew free from his body.

Puff! Puff! Puff! The Corpse's claws struck Qin Ming's skin but bounced off as if hitting a defensive spirit artifact—utterly unable to pierce his flesh.

Instead, the released blood qi true gang hurled it back over ten zhang—yet its corpse armor, seemingly refined to extreme hardness, only sparked when struck by the primordial true gang.

The Qingjia Corpse roared again, spewing black corpse qi and charging once more! Qin Ming, too, felt his blood qi churn from the Corpse's claw strike.

The black-robed cultivator didn't idle—he manipulated his chain artifact, sending it coiling toward Qin Ming like venomous snakes from multiple directions.

It emitted a nauseating, repulsive aura—apparently possessing the ability to corrupt spirit artifacts.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes, recalled the Qingluan Sword, and formed the Qingming Sword Art with his fingers; multiple sword rays and qi merged into one, and a massive, over ten-zhang-long emerald sword ray suddenly materialized!

Qing!

With unstoppable force, it shattered the chains encircling him.

It also cleaved the ferocious Corpse cleanly in half, severing its connection to the black-robed cultivator, causing it to plummet from the sky.

The black-robed cultivator felt the overwhelming power of that sword strike; his fat face twisted in horror.

Could a Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator unleash such a technique?

At the same time, he saw his painstakingly refined Corpse destroyed—his mind shattered.

Instantly, his expression turned vicious; he spat out a mouthful of essence blood, then formed a strange spell with his fingers.

The essence blood transformed into a rune and sank into his body.

In an instant.

The black-robed cultivator's aura surged several-fold; strange runes surged and flowed across his skin.

Clearly, he was preparing to unleash an extremely potent secret technique.

Seeing this, Qin Ming's heart tightened—he dared not underestimate it, unleashing all his blood qi true gang to form a liujing armor around his body.

His figure blurred and flickered, vanishing from the spot.

The black-robed cultivator waved his hand; a massive black-flame bird, ink-black as ink, instantly locked onto Qin Ming's location, soaring toward him with terrifying heat.

As if capable of devouring everything! "Boy! You're lucky to witness my Asura Demon Flame! Even if you die, it's worth it!" The fat black-robed cultivator snarled, twisting his spell-hand seals to control the black flame.

Qin Ming frowned, raised his hand, and summoned a sapphire-blue firebird before him, trailing a brilliant azure trail as it dove toward the black firebird.

Boom! The black and blue firebirds collided in midair, unleashing a powerful shockwave.

But the black flame bird was swiftly devoured by the sapphire-blue firebird formed from Soul-Devouring Poison Flame.

After consuming the black flame, the Soul-Devouring Poison Flame surged onward toward the black-robed cultivator.

"!!!"

The black-robed cultivator watched his prized secret technique, his last resort, shattered effortlessly.

Fear gripped him—he immediately sought to flee.

At that moment.

The sapphire-blue firebird shot straight at him.

Panic seized his mind; he frantically pulled out his damaged, spiritless ink shield to block it.

But the blue firebird instantly split into two, dodging the shield's defense and landing directly on the black-robed cultivator's arm.

"Ahh!"

The black-robed cultivator screamed in agony—searing heat erupted instantly, and worse, he clearly felt his magic power draining rapidly the moment the flames touched his skin.

He was a man of decisive ruthlessness; gritting his teeth, he severed his own left arm!

Just as he turned to flee, the hairs on his back stood on end—a sinister intuition struck from behind; he instantly channeled magic power to turn and defend.

Qin Ming's gaze was icy! He condensed all his blood qi true gang into his fist and punched straight at the black-robed cultivator—Bang! The punch landed squarely; though the cultivator wore a defensive inner armor, his chest still caved inward instantly.

He tumbled from the sky like a rag.

Qin Ming moved swiftly, firing a black spirit seed that instantly landed on the black-robed cultivator's corpse.

Black vines erupted wildly, wrapping and constricting the body; soon, it was drained into a desiccated husk, forming a blood pearl the size of an egg.

Qin Ming reached out and seized the blood pearl.

He then searched the black-robed cultivator's storage pouch. Having finished, he expertly hurled Soul-Devouring Poison Flame onto the corpse, erasing all traces.

Just as he was about to leave the area.

Three more figures sped toward him, arriving quickly at Qin Ming's side.

He looked closely—it was Mu Yuanshan and Miao Renke; both were grievously wounded, staggering, barely standing.

Behind them, a black-robed cultivator wearing a monkey mask chased relentlessly.

The black-robed cultivator shot out a dark beam; a ghostly, ink-green ghost-head short blade flickered unnaturally through the air, piercing Miao Renke clean through the heart.

Miao Renke's body fell from the sky, landing heavily on the ground with a thud, dead beyond any doubt.

Mu Yuanshan was covered in wounds from head to toe, his face deathly pale; seeing his companion's gruesome death, his eyes filled with despair.

At this moment.

He spotted Qin Ming nearby and, as if seeing a lifeline, shouted desperately for help: "Fellow Daoist Qin, save me!"

Mu Yuanshan forced out the last wisp of his magic power and landed before Qin Ming.

Seeing this, Qin Ming frowned slightly but quickly asked: "How many demonic cultivators are still pursuing Fellow Daoist Mu?"

"And what of Fellow Daoist Gu?"

"Only one demonic cultivator is chasing me; the other three went to pursue..." Mu Yuanshan was nearly exhausted, his breath faint as a gossamer thread; just as he spoke these words, he suddenly froze in horror! Wait!

How did Qin Ming know he had been with Fellow Daoist Gu? But before Mu Yuanshan could react further.

Qin Ming, expressionless, sent out the Green Phoenix Sword, striking straight for Mu Yuanshan's head.

A streak of green light flashed past; Mu Yuanshan felt only darkness engulf his vision before his fine head flew straight off.

His face remained frozen in shock before sinking into boundless darkness. The black-robed cultivator wearing a monkey-head mask, witnessing this scene, was also utterly stunned.

He suddenly remembered something and cried out in shock: "Where is my second brother? Did he not go to pursue you?"

"Hmph! You will soon be reunited with him," Qin Ming sneered coldly.

He had already swept the area with his divine sense; the opponent was merely at the early Foundation Establishment stage, far weaker than the obese black-robed cultivator.

As for Mu Yuanshan, since he had stumbled upon their shady dealings, Qin Ming might as well go all the way and send him on his journey.

This would prevent further trouble.

Hearing this, the black-robed cultivator was greatly alarmed; he immediately formed hand seals, reversing the direction of his Ghost-Head Green Blade, which now brimmed with dense ghostly qi as it struck straight toward Qin Ming.

Qin Ming activated his blood and true essence shield, causing the Glazed Treasure Armor to cover his body once more; he raised his arm to block! Clang! The slashing attack from the emerald ghost blade was forcibly endured by Qin Ming, who remained completely unharmed.

The monkey-head masked cultivator's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets; what kind of terrifying defensive power was this? He was practically a human-shaped defensive spiritual artifact!

Qin Ming's gaze hardened; with a single leap, he instantly appeared before the black-robed cultivator, raised his hand, and slashed out several streaks of crimson light!

The black-robed cultivator already knew he was no match for his opponent and decisively dodged, intending to flee!

But how could Qin Ming let him escape? He formed a hand seal.

A green talisman materialized in the sky, erupting into a massive shower of wooden thorns that fell like a violent storm, blocking the black-robed cultivator's path.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Ming flew forward to close the distance; with sharp eyes, he unleashed the Azure Nether Sword Art once more, sending forth several sword beams dozens of feet long that radiated brilliant, dazzling light, piercing straight toward the opponent's back.

Swish! Realizing the dire situation, the black-robed cultivator drew out a black flag and waved it vigorously at Qin Ming, summoning a huge swarm of ghostly entities that shrieked miserably as they rushed at Qin Ming!

Yet Qin Ming kept his eyes fixed intently on the black-robed cultivator, his speed unabated; just as those ghostly entities drew near.

Qin Ming released his Spirit-Devouring Poison Flame, which transformed into an ice-blue firebird; as soon as the swarm of ghosts approached the poisonous flame, they began to melt and disintegrate one after another.

The Green Phoenix Sword flashed and vanished; before the black-robed cultivator could react, amidst the flickering green light, a head still wearing the monkey-head mask flew high into the air, blood spraying from the severed neck.

Afterward, without lingering, Qin Ming cast the Thorn Art upon the three corpses, obtained three blood beads containing astonishingly refined souls, and securely stored them.

Qin Ming quickly cleaned up the battlefield, collecting the storage bags of Mu Yuanshan, Miao Renke, and the black-robed cultivator.

Using the Spirit-Devouring Poison Flame to destroy the bodies and erase all traces, he immediately flew away from the site.

While flying at full speed toward his Wangyue Island, Qin Ming's heart pounded wildly.

He had not expected that by sheer chance, he would achieve another triple kill! Incidentally, he had also picked up an extra head.

And among them were two cultivators at the mid Foundation Establishment stage.

Not long after Qin Ming departed, three black-robed cultivators landed at the site of the recent fierce battle.

"Second Brother!"

"Fourth Brother!"

Two of the black-robed cultivators stared until their eyes nearly bled; they could clearly sense that two of their companions had perished, but everything had happened too fast, and by the time they arrived, it was already too late.

Behind them, Lin Zi, holding Gu Huai's hollow-eyed head in his hand, gazed forward, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

These several demonic bandits, once domineering figures in the Wei State's Immortal Realm, were left with nothing but fury and bewilderment, not even knowing who was responsible at this moment.

As for the chief culprit, Qin Ming, he had already slipped away without a trace, vanished completely.

(End of Chapter)