Chapter 160: Annihilation

BOOM!

CRASH!

Qin Ming's powerful strike, fueled by blood qi and true Gang, slammed into a blood-patterned black shield, 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 magic treasure; one punch from the opponent nearly destroyed it.

Though pained, he made no hesitation, raising his hand in a gesture.

A towering, blue-faced, fanged Qing-armored 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 bell magic treasure, channeling magic power to shake it—a strange sonic wave rippled outward.

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

The terrifyingly powerful Qing-armored corpse had already reached Qin Ming's side, its body wreathed in thick black mist—clearly laced with potent corpse poison.

SWISH! A pitch-black claw shot straight for his chest, targeting his heart!

Seeing this, Qin Ming activated the Hundred Treasures Glass Sutra, unleashing his entire blood qi and true Gang!

Countless crimson beams of Gang energy erupted from his body.

PUFF! PUFF! PUFF! The corpse's claws struck Qin Ming's skin—but as if hitting a defensive magic treasure, they failed to pierce his flesh at all.

Instead, the blood qi and true Gang flung the corpse back over ten zhang, yet its armor, seemingly refined to extreme hardness, merely sparked when struck by the primordial Gang.

The Qing-armored corpse roared again, spewing black corpse gas 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 magic treasure, sending it coiling toward Qin Ming like venomous snakes from multiple directions.

It emitted a nauseating, repulsive aura—clearly possessing the ability to corrupt magic treasures.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes, recalled the Qing Luan Sword, and formed the Qingming Sword Art once more—multiple sword beams and qi merged into one, a massive sixteen-zhang-long emerald sword beam suddenly materialized!

ZING! The emerald sword beam vanished in a flash.

With unstoppable force, it shattered the chains encircling him.

It also cleaved the ferocious corpse cleanly in two, severing its connection to the black-robed cultivator, who watched it 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 cultivated corpse destroyed—his mind shattered.

His face twisted with malice; he spat out a mouthful of essence blood, then formed a strange hand seal.

The essence blood transformed into a rune, sinking into his body.

Instantly.

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

Clearly, he was preparing an extremely potent secret technique.

Seeing this, Qin Ming's heart tightened—he dared not underestimate him, unleashing all his blood qi and true Gang, forming a glass-like treasure armor over 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, rushing toward him with terrifying heat.

As if capable of devouring all! "Boy! You're lucky to witness my Asura Demon Fire! Even death is worth it!" The fat black-robed cultivator snarled, twisting his hand seals to control the black flames.

Qin Ming frowned, raising his hand—before him appeared an ice-blue firebird, trailing a brilliant azure trail, lunging at the black flame bird.

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

Yet the black flame bird was swiftly consumed by the ice-blue firebird formed from Soul-Devouring Poison Flame.

After devouring the black flames, the Soul-Devouring Poison Flame surged toward the black-robed cultivator.

"!!!"

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

Fear gripped him—he immediately sought to flee.

At that moment.

The ice-blue firebird charged straight at him.

Panic seized his spirit—he frantically pulled out his damaged ink shield to block it.

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

"AHH!"

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

He was a decisive, ruthless man—he gritted his teeth and severed his own left arm!

Just as he turned to flee, the hairs on his neck stood on end—a bad instinct surged from behind—he instantly channeled magic power to turn and defend.

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

He tumbled from the sky like a rag.

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

Black vines erupted wildly, wrapping and constricting the body—soon, it was drained into a desiccated corpse, 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 site.

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

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

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

He fired a dark beam from his hand—a ghostly, emerald-green ghost-head short blade flickered unnaturally through the air, piercing Miao Renke clean through.

Miao Renke's body dropped from the sky, CRASHING heavily to the ground—dead beyond doubt.

Mu Yuanshan was covered in wounds, his face pale with despair—he saw his companion's death and his eyes filled with utter hopelessness.

At that moment.

He spotted Qin Ming in the distance, as if seeing a lifeline—he shouted desperately: "Brother Qin, save me!"

Mu Yuanshan mustered his last shred of magic power and collapsed before Qin Ming.

Qin Ming frowned but quickly asked: "How many demonic cultivators are chasing you?"

"Where's Gu Daoist?"

"Only one demon cultivator pursued me—the other three chased..." Mu Yuanshan was nearly drained, his breath faint—he suddenly froze in shock! Wait!

How did Qin Ming know he was with Gu Daoist? Before Mu Yuanshan could react.

Qin Ming's face was expressionless—the Qing Luan Sword shot out, striking straight for Mu Yuanshan's head.

A flash of emerald light—Mu Yuanshan felt darkness swallow his vision, his head soaring into the air.

His face frozen in shock, then plunged into endless darkness. The monkey-masked black-robed cultivator, witnessing this, was equally stunned.

He suddenly remembered something and cried out: "Where's my second brother? Wasn't he chasing you?"

"Hehe! You'll join him shortly." Qin Ming sneered.

He had already scanned with his spiritual sense—the opponent was merely Foundation Establishment early stage, far weaker than the fat black-robed cultivator.

As for Mu Yuanshan—he had stumbled upon their sordid scheme; better to kill him outright than invite trouble.

To avoid complications.

The black-robed cultivator, shocked, immediately formed a hand seal—the ghost-head green blade reversed direction, brimming with chilling ghostly energy, striking straight at Qin Ming.

Qin Ming unleashed his blood qi and true Gang —the Glass Armor reappeared over his body; he raised his arm to block! DING! The green ghost blade's strike was fully absorbed by Qin Ming—unharmed.

The monkey-masked cultivator's eyes nearly popped out—what terrifying defense? He was a living defensive magic treasure!

Qin Ming's gaze sharpened—he leapt forward, instantly appearing before the black-robed cultivator, sweeping his hand—several crimson streaks slashed toward him!

The black-robed cultivator knew he was no match—he turned to flee without hesitation!

But Qin Ming wouldn't let him escape—he formed a hand seal.

A green rune appeared in the sky, erupting into a storm of wooden spikes, raining down and blocking the cultivator's escape.

Qin Ming flew after him, closing the distance—his eyes sharp, he unleashed the Qingming Sword Art again—several ten-zhang-long emerald sword beams blazed brilliantly, stabbing toward the cultivator's back.

SWISH! Seeing the danger, the black-robed cultivator pulled out a black flag and swung it fiercely at Qin Ming—a horde of ghostly creatures shrieked as they lunged at him!

But Qin Ming's gaze never left the black-robed cultivator—he kept his speed, and as the ghosts drew near.

He released Soul-Devouring Poison Flame, forming an ice-blue firebird—the ghosts dissolved instantly upon contact.

The Qing Luan Sword flashed—before the black-robed cultivator could react, emerald light flickered, and a head wearing the monkey mask soared high, blood spurting from his neck.

Qin Ming didn't linger—he cast Thorns Technique on all three corpses, retrieving three blood pearls brimming with potent soul essence, and stored them.

Qin Ming swiftly cleared the battlefield, collecting the storage pouches of Mu Yuanshan, Miao Renke, and the black-robed cultivator.

After erasing the corpses with Soul-Devouring Poison Flame, he immediately flew away.

Qin Ming flew at full speed toward his Moon Gazing Island, his heart pounding wildly.

Unexpectedly, by sheer chance, he'd eliminated three more—plus picked up an extra head.

Among them, two were Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators.

Shortly after Qin Ming departed, three black-robed cultivators landed at the former battlefield.

"Second brother!"

"Fourth brother!"

Two of the black-robed cultivators' eyes burned with rage—they clearly sensed two companions had perished, but everything happened too fast; they arrived too late.

Behind them, Lin Zi held the lifeless head of Gu Huai, staring ahead, his hands trembling violently.

Several notorious demonic bandits who had ruled the cultivation world of Wei Country were left only with rage and confusion, not even knowing who had done it.

And the culprit, Qin Ming, had long since vanished without a trace.

(End of Chapter)