Chapter 442

She was deep-minded, and behind her was the power of an elder; in the end, Su Ming had no choice but to hand over spirit stones to her every month.

This caused Su Ming to take more time than expected to successfully exchange spirit stones for the Blood Fiend Sect’s killer cultivation methods.

In his past life, Su Ming had experienced too many hardships to become stronger.

After all, in his past life, Su Ming did not have the terrifying strength of this life.

When he joined the Blood Fiend Sect, he was only at the mid-fifth-turn realm.

Meeting an old acquaintance, she still chose to find trouble for him.

Her behavior was no different from wanting to kill Su Ming.

Su Ming had already made up his mind.

If there was a chance later, kill her.

"Brother, you carry a sword case; are you really a sword cultivator?"

"In this world, sword cultivators have long been extinct."

People stared at Su Ming and asked.

"Where did you get your sword cultivation method?"

"Brother, who did you ask to forge that sword case?"

"Sword cultivator brother, you are now noticed by everyone and are very likely to be targeted."

"Why not team up with me? I will protect your safety."

One person after another stepped forward and blocked Su Ming.

Because Su Ming restrained his aura and his clothes were tattered, he didn't look like he had a high realm.

Therefore, everyone had crooked thoughts about his equipment and cultivation methods.

Su Ming saw through the fire and understood human nature thoroughly.

Those few cultivators who wanted to team up with him on the surface just wanted to find an opportunity to be alone with him, secretly attack and kill him, and seize the sword cultivation methods that might exist on him.

The cruelty of human hearts is bloody.

Sword cultivators restrain the demon race, and in this Shushan dungeon, it is the path of cultivation that all cultivators dream of most.

Naturally, it is easy to arouse covetousness.

"So what if I use a sword? So what if I don't?"

Su Ming looked coldly around.

"What does it have to do with you?" his voice was calm, without any ripples.

After speaking, he deliberately suppressed his cultivation and released the aura of a half-step Venerable realm!

Boom!

The surrounding air vortex spread, and several people were shaken back several steps.

"Half... half-step Venerable!?" People were shocked.

"And it’s a half-step Venerable who uses a sword!?" Everyone gasped.

Sword cultivators are hard to see and almost extinct.

Most of the people here are young-generation cultivators who fear nothing.

But such a young person could actually reach the realm of a half-step Venerable!?

At this moment, no one looked down on Su Ming anymore.

There was even a faint sense of dread.

"Half-step Venerable!?"

"To have this strength at this age, the talent is terrifying and can already be compared to the Holy Sons of the top ten sects."

"Could it be... he is really a Holy Son of some sect, showing his face for the first time?"

People were shocked and thought to themselves.

After releasing his strength, no one dared to look down on Su Ming anymore; the guys who had pretended to team up earlier also couldn't help but swallow their saliva and retreated into the crowd.

In their eyes, there was a flash of inconspicuous, complex look of surviving a disaster.

They didn't know this person was a half-step Venerable earlier and wanted to kill him and seize the treasure after teaming up.

Now it seems that once they really found an opportunity to strike, the one who would die would be themselves.

"Hmph, so what if he’s a half-step Venerable?"

"Impossible, he can't be a sword cultivator..."

"Sword cultivators are extinct."

After a few people calmed down, they still looked at him secretly and said.

In the crowd, there were also several half-step Venerable experts who, after feeling Su Ming’s aura, looked sideways.

People’s eyes were all different.

There was killing intent, dread, and appraisal.

Among these people, there were old and young.

The strongest among them was the 68-year-old Poison Tooth Daoist.

In addition, there were also several Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of large sects who participated in this secret realm.

Their cultivation had also reached half-step Venerable.

Luo Ping, in red, felt Su Ming’s half-step Venerable aura and actually had no fear at all.

Instead, she revealed a sneer.

"Hmph, idiot..." she whispered to herself.

"Exposing your cultivation in advance can indeed deter some people now, but it will only make you more eye-catching later."

"The half-step Venerable realm is not invincible either," she smiled coldly, her eyes full of mockery for Su Ming.

She had shouted earlier that Su Ming was a sword cultivator, attracting everyone’s attention.

Her purpose was to make the cultivators present notice this person in advance, so as to kill with a borrowed knife.

To clear this powerful competitor for the secret treasure for her senior brother in advance.

Now that the other party had revealed his true cultivation, it happened to be falling into her trap.

Beside Luo Ping stood a black-haired young man in red.

He looked cold, a bit feminine, stood with his hands behind his back, and carried a mysterious iron dagger at his waist.

Between his brows, there was endless arrogance.

He was the strongest disciple of this generation of the Blood Fiend Sect, known as the Killing Madman, Zhong Zhi, who was invincible within the half-step Venerable realm.

"Hmph, carrying a sword case, playing the fool." He hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

"Showing his cultivation so easily, it seems he only has the realm and not much actual combat experience."

"He can't be a sword cultivator; he’s just bluffing."

"This kid is not worth worrying about," he said arrogantly and confidently.

Luo Ping nodded, her smile full of charm.

"Hehe, with your strength, senior brother, naturally he is not worth worrying about."

With Zhong Zhi’s strength, if he were in a righteous sect, he would definitely be a Holy Son.

However, the Blood Fiend Sect is an evil sect and doesn't have so many flowery titles.

His title is very simple.

As the strongest cultivator of the younger generation of the Blood Fiend Sect, the world calls him the Killing Madman!

His strength is naturally also benchmarked against the righteous Holy Sons.

Su Ming’s eyes stared calmly at Luo Ping and Zhong Zhi.

Among them was a killing intent as calm and restrained as water, which made people shudder.

In his past life, Su Ming had spent more than a year finally making a name for himself in the Blood Fiend Sect, only to suffer suppression from the Killing Madman, Zhong Zhi.

Although they were disciples of the same sect, the Blood Fiend Sect was worthy of being an evil sect; the elders and sect master let the disciples be bullied.

If it weren't for the Blood Fiend Sect’s cultivation methods, Su Ming wouldn't have joined such a sect.

Luo Ping smiled faintly.

The next second, she suddenly felt a gaze of cold killing intent staring at her, like needles on her back.

She subconsciously turned her head to look, and was instantly shocked by Su Ming’s gaze, her heart trembling.

Her expression also instantly froze.