Chapter 58: No Explanation, Just Combo

In the air opposite.

“You actually have a top-grade magic treasure!”

Chen Ziang immediately recognized that Qin Ming’s Black Wind Dao was extraordinary.

He was stunned and furious, “I never imagined! You’ve been hiding your strength—and hiding it so deeply!”

“I underestimated you too much!”

With that, a golden top-grade giant sword magic treasure appeared in his hand.

Chen Ziang formed a hand seal and pointed—his golden giant sword instantly swelled tenfold above him! Golden light flashed, radiating overwhelming might! “Go!”

A golden giant light-sword, dozens of zhang long, slashed toward Qin Ming with unstoppable force!

Trees nearby were instantly reduced to ash by the sword qi. Chen Ziang dared not take it lightly—he unleashed his ultimate technique.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes as the giant sword technique approached, showing not the slightest fear.

Instead, a previously unseen battle intent surfaced.

Boom! Qin Ming unleashed all his blood qi, nearly forming a solid, crystal-like armor covering his entire body.

He tapped his toe against the ground and leapt high again!

Like a cannonball launched, he shot forward! Zheng! The Great Completion-level Bloodburning Dao Technique erupted again—Qin Ming unleashed its seventh form.

Shhh! Wuuu! His Black Wind Dao moaned, radiating chilling malevolence. It was a simple, unadorned slash—but infused with Qin Ming’s full blood qi. A sky-covering torrent of flame-blades wove into a hellish sea of fire.

The air temperature around them surged instantly.

The two cultivators beside Chen Ziang, witnessing this, trembled with terror, their scalps prickling. Without hesitation, each pulled out a top-grade talisman and hurled it at Qin Ming.

In an instant.

Three powerful techniques struck Qin Ming from three directions in a triangular formation!

Even so, Chen Ziang’s gaze remained locked on Qin Ming, refusing to let his guard drop.

Boom! The earth shook.

The techniques collided violently; a towering pillar of fire erupted in the center, rising into a thick cloud.

Zheng! Wuuu! From within the smoke, several black spirit seeds shot out, using the haze as cover, instantly reaching the feet of the three men.

Thorns Spell! The three had just cast their powerful techniques and were probing into the smoke.

Chen Ziang, with his late-stage Qi Refining spiritual sense, sensed something wrong and shouted urgently: “Retreat!”

He swiftly pulled out a blue talisman and slapped it onto himself—his body vanished instantly, teleporting ten zhang away.

But the two Qi Refining sixth- and seventh-layer cultivators were not so lucky.

Black vines erupted beneath their feet, instantly wrapping them tightly.

Both were terrified, frantically trying to activate their magic power shields.

Within moments, venomous thorns emitting eerie black radiance pierced through their defenses and stabbed into their bodies.

Chen Ziang panicked, hurling a fire technique at the black vines—but it vanished like mud into the ocean, utterly ineffective.

“Why doesn’t fire magic work?!”

The instant the withered blood poison vines pierced them, the two cultivators felt searing agony pierce their minds.

Their circulating magic power abruptly stalled—their spells were violently interrupted.

Their eyes gradually grew hollow, their struggles ceased, as if their souls were being drained away by some force.

They stood motionless, soon swallowed entirely by dense black vines.

In a few breaths.

The two men, moments ago lively and breathing, were instantly drained into dry corpses, offering not a single ounce of resistance.

Soon after.

The black vines dissolved, leaving behind two blood pearls that fell to the ground.

Chen Ziang stared at the scene before him, expression numb, his mind churning wildly.

At that moment!

From the center of the earlier explosion, a figure slowly emerged.

Chen Ziang snapped back to awareness, eyes locked on the figure, pupils shrinking as if facing a deadly foe.

The smoke cleared.

Qin Ming’s unharmed figure gradually materialized.

“How is this possible! You weren’t even scratched?!” Chen Ziang was stunned.

He knew full well the destructive power of the giant sword technique he had just unleashed.

The strength of the other’s body refinement had exceeded his comprehension!

“You’re definitely not normal!”

“How could a Qi Refining fourth-layer farm cultivator be this strong?” He even began to suspect the man had been possessed by some ancient monster.

Chen Ziang’s eyes darted rapidly—he was now filled with dread.

Qin Ming said nothing, his cold gaze fixed on Chen Ziang as if staring at a dead man.

"Eh, Qin... Qin Daofriend... look, this is all a misunderstanding..." Chen Ziang turned pale, stammering as he explained, retreating step by step.

Qin Ming’s eyes turned icy! He drew his dao, leapt into the air, and flame-blades erupted once more! Shhh! The blade-light vanished in an instant, appearing before Chen Ziang.

The sheer force of the slash terrified Chen Ziang, sending his soul into panic.

He dared not block it, frantically pulling out another golden talisman and slapping it onto himself.

Instantly, a golden bell-shaped shield surrounded him.

“This is a top-grade protective talisman—the Golden Bell Talisman. It should hold, right?”

Chen Ziang’s heart pounded with dread, cursing himself bitterly, filled with regret.

He shouldn’t have taken Jiang Kun’s job—he never expected to run into such a hard target.

He was about to sink in a ditch.

Boom! The Black Wind Dao struck the golden bell shield—only a violent tremor, no break.

Inside, Chen Ziang was about to exhale in relief—

A far more violent blade-light struck again! Boom! Crack!

A shattering sound reached Chen Ziang’s ears—he looked up to see the shield’s top covered in dense cracks, on the verge of collapse.

!!!

What kind of monstrous strength is this?! Even a top-grade defense talisman can’t hold?!

"Qin Daofriend, listen to me! Listen! It was all Jiang Kun's doing!"

“I was just carrying out his orders!”

“As the saying goes, grudges have a source, debts have a master…”

Chen Ziang’s voice trembled, on the verge of kneeling and begging.

Seeing Qin Ming unmoved, he turned and fled.

Qin Ming’s lips curled in mockery.

At this speed, could he possibly escape in front of him?

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! In just a few lateral and vertical leaps, Qin Ming’s steps became spectral—he appeared before Chen Ziang.

His Black Wind Dao slashed down at him!

Chen Ziang, seeing the danger, raised his golden magic sword to block.

Cheng! Chen Ziang was smashed, sword and all, into the ground below—his arm shattered by the terrifying force.

Spurt! He vomited a mouthful of blood.

Qin Ming didn’t hesitate—he pulled out another black spirit seed and flicked it downward.

“No, no… no…”

Chen Ziang’s breath was faint, still begging—but in an instant, he was swallowed by black vines.

Three breaths.

The esteemed inner-disciple of Lingyu Sect, a Qi Refining eighth-layer cultivator, was drained into a dry corpse.

The black vines faded, leaving behind a single blood pearl.

Qin Ming raised his hand, collecting the blood pearl, the golden sword, and Chen Ziang’s storage bag.

Then he took the other cultivator’s blood pearl and storage bag as well.

Having done this,

He used a fireball technique to destroy the remains.

The commotion here was too great—Lingyu Sect’s people would arrive soon.

After confirming no traces remained, Qin Ming swiftly departed.

…

Half a candle’s time later.

A massive Lingyu Sect magic vessel hovered above the scene.

Onboard, Elder Gu probed the area with his spiritual sense—suddenly, his stern face darkened with unprecedented gravity. “Who dares commit murder near the spirit fields?!”

“No!”

“Why is there residual magic power from our own sect’s disciples?!”

(End of Chapter)