Chapter 922

"Brat, cheap woman, you were privately discussing and targeting my master at the entrance just now."

"Attracting the attention of those around you was one thing."

"Now you still dare to take the initiative; you are truly pushing your luck, looking for a way to die."

After speaking, Wan Wu raised his hand, and light from all over the sky gathered to condense into a cage!

This cage was magnificent, composed of countless threads of light, with light swirling around it, illuminating the interior of the cave!

The cage sealed off all paths for Zhong Zhi and Luo Ping!

Wan Wu's skill could change the shape of light at will and condense it into a cage, which was also easy.

This half-step Venerable brat, strictly speaking, still had strength within the fifth-turn range.

So for Wan Wu to suppress him was extremely simple!

Seeing the momentum of this move, both of them were stunned.

This was definitely also a Venerable-realm expert!

Zhong Zhi's eyes were horrified to the extreme, and he gasped violently.

Luo Ping was even more speechless, so scared that she couldn't help but take a step back.

Along the way, she had actually advised her senior brother; she vaguely felt that this sword cultivator was not simple and it was better not to provoke him again.

But these warnings were all thrown to the back of Zhong Zhi's mind.

He prided himself on being invincible among his peers!

In the end, his arrogance caused the current situation.

What Zhong Zhi didn't expect most was that the person following this sword cultivator had actually also reached the Venerable realm!?

And he actually called this sword cultivator... Master?

A Venerable as a slave?

He couldn't think of a way, no matter how hard he tried, to subdue a Venerable-level expert as a slave.

"Cough cough..."

Zhong Zhi felt his internal injuries were severe; just being hit by the sword Qi of Su Ming's move 【Sword Flick Startles Sparrow】 had already left him heavily injured and unable to heal, spitting blood continuously.

The gap in realm between him and Su Ming was truly too large; there was no fighting!

His moves originally focused on slaughter; he had no defensive techniques and no methods for strengthening his body.

So his physique was more fragile than cultivators of the same realm.

Luo Ping stood beside Zhong Zhi, her face pale with fright.

"By... by the way, where is Poison Fang Daoist?" she said with a trembling voice, looking around.

She knew that at this moment, relying solely on her senior brother's strength, the situation was already a certain death.

At the moment of death, she remembered a detail she hadn't noticed before.

That was, where did Poison Fang Daoist go?

Previously, they had followed Poison Fang Daoist all the way here.

But after coming over, they didn't see Poison Fang Daoist's figure.

"Poison Fang Daoist, you say... he is right here."

After Su Ming finished speaking, his gaze pointed slightly to a pool of pus in the corner.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Zhi and Luo Ping suddenly realized.

In the shadows, in that inconspicuous pool of viscous pus, there were some human tissue residues, and even half an eyeball rotating within it.

"You... you actually killed Poison Fang Daoist!?"

Luo Ping's face was terrified, her thin, mean lips slightly parted, and her teeth were chattering.

Poison Fang Daoist... was a Carefree Venerable, reclusive, with ruthless and evil methods, who had dominated the Shushan world for decades!

His strength was extremely mysterious, and no one knew how deep his cultivation was.

But the cultivator world had a consensus about him, which was that his power could rival the Great Elder of any of the ten major sects!

Poison Fang Daoist frequented various secret realms all year round.

This evil-path senior was proficient in various poison techniques and evil methods, and his combat experience was extremely rich.

He was actually... killed by this sword cultivator?

And so fast!

Luo Ping and Zhong Zhi followed closely behind, yet they didn't hear a single sound.

"You... you... you are absolutely not a cultivator of my generation; you used a disguise technique, right!"

Zhong Zhi looked at Su Ming in fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

But he knew very well in his heart that the other party couldn't have used a disguise technique.

Because Su Ming's gaze was the legendary gaze of a sword cultivator.

The Sword Dao disdains concealment; it is open and honest, with its sharp edge fully revealed!

So he asked this question just to comfort himself.

Luo Ping's gaze was blank, with a hint of despair.

She looked at Su Ming, and the shock in her eyes gradually turned into extreme resentment and unwillingness!

"Damn sword cultivator, how are you so strong!" she suddenly roared hysterically.

Hearing this, Zhong Zhi turned his head suddenly, looking at this junior sister in shock.

"You are also an idiot, ignoring my advice and insisting on rushing over!"

She cursed angrily and suddenly gave Zhong Zhi a loud slap; the burning palm print appeared on his face.

"I originally only wanted to attract everyone's attention and borrow a knife to kill, so we wouldn't have to take risks ourselves."

"Who knew you would insist on coming!"

Zhong Zhi was completely stunned.

Junior sister Luo Ping had always respected him; how could she dare to do such a thing today!?