Chapter 909: Ancient Treasure Secret Realm Opens!

Because Su Ming restrained his aura and his clothes were tattered, he looked like his realm was not high.

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

Su Ming saw through everything, having long 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-path cultivation techniques that might exist on him.

The cruelty of human nature is bloody.

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

Naturally, it is easy to attract covetousness.

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

Su Ming looked coldly at his surroundings.

"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 shocked 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 rare 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.

And vaguely, there was a bit of dread.

"Half-step Venerable!?"

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

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

People were shocked, thinking to themselves.

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

In their eyes, there was a complex look of survival after a disaster.

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

Now it seems that once they really found an opportunity to attack, 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 have long been 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 looked over after feeling Su Ming's aura.

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 Fang Daoist.

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

Their cultivation was also at the half-step Venerable level.

Luo Ping, in red, felt Su Ming's half-step Venerable aura and actually didn't have the slightest fear.

Instead, she showed a sneer.

"Hmph, idiot..." she muttered in a low voice.

"Exposing your cultivation in advance can indeed deter some people now, but it will only attract more attention later."

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

She had just shouted that Su Ming was a sword cultivator to attract everyone's attention.

Her purpose was to let 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 fall into her trap.

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

He had a cold expression, a bit feminine, standing with his hands behind his back, with a black 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 box, playing god." He curled his lips, revealing a faint smile.

"Showing his cultivation so easily, it seems he only has the realm, and his practical experience is definitely not much."

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

"This child 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 there are not so many floating 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 benchmarked against the Holy Sons of the righteous sects.

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, after Su Ming spent more than a year finally showing his face in the Blood Fiend Sect, he also suffered 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 the Sect Master let the disciples be bullied.

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

Luo Ping smiled faintly.

The next second, she suddenly felt a cold gaze of 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. ===== CHAPTER 911 =====