Chapter 1700 - 669: Defiant Spirit Pierces the Heavens (Part 3)

Chapter 1700: Chapter 669: Defiant Spirit Pierces the Heavens (Part 3)

Bang! Bang!

In the night sky, Qin Ming faced two Great Grandmasters alone, swinging the blade continuously, and a towering beam of light surged forth, representing the intent in his heart and his invincible sword intent.

In the fierce counterattack, both Great Grandmasters were stained with blood and flew backwards.

This scene shocked the young men holding the array flags.

The strong man with a Qilin head slowly rose from his chair, showing a solemn expression.

Qin Ming’s blade struck the two Great Grandmasters, forcing them to retreat with injuries, and he himself stayed quiet for a moment.

Lately, in his battles, he was often injured, and the powerful opponents he faced were tough adversaries.

For example, when breaking through in the Land of Fate Change, he passed the Nine Layers of Gates, reaching the end of the Heavenly Ladder, stained with blood on one side, encountering strong figures from ancient times.

Reflecting carefully, in the past few months, he had sparred or fiercely battled with Niu Wuwei, Meng Zhiyu, Hong Dao, and others, engaging in almost high-level duels.

This nearly caused him to have the illusion that each battle would lead to intense bloodshed.

With a change of opponent, it seemed not to be the case.

Today, even facing two Great Saints alone, he held dominance.

Unbeknownst to him, he had grown to such heights.

Especially after breaking through to mid-stage Grandmaster, the oppression he exerted on his opponents was evident, causing the two Great Grandmasters’ blood to churn, and their minds to be incredibly shocked.

"Great Saint!"

"This distant village unexpectedly has such a peerless talent."

"Could it be that he is also a disciple of the Cangming Dojo? But his method doesn’t seem like it."

These people found it hard to remain calm, fearing Qin Ming greatly.

They attempted to carry out a soul search on Jia Heng, though it failed and ceased, yet they obtained some valuable information, thinking that there was no threat in this place.

"You deceived us." The red-robed elder stared coldly at Jia Heng on the ground.

According to their knowledge, after Cangming Dojo’s decline, it was removed from the Yewu World, barely leaving a few disciples.

They dispatched three strong individuals, leading several dozen followers, intending to completely annihilate any remaining disciples of the organization, but now unexpectedly hit a wall.

The Great Grandmaster with the Qilin head was distinctly stronger than the other two, emanating a terrifying aura like he possessed the forbidden bloodline power of the auspicious beast Qilin.

The three strong persons instantly teleported and jointly struck at Qin Ming in the night sky!

The Night Fog stood still, space-time seemed to freeze, locked by their Miao technique, the sky became a backdrop of a painting.

The three appeared like painters wielding brushes, aiming to erase the figure within the painting, instantly killing it.

Aligned superbly, they clearly had practiced this many times, jointly casting spells, awe-inspiring and astonishing.

However, a blade light suddenly brightened, piercing the night, tearing through the entire painting, Qin Ming stood on the Primordial Element Golden Bridge wielding his blade, his large sleeves fluttering, calmly breaking through.

Around him, a group of people shouted, collaboratively activating the array flags, immediately aiding, blocking his path.

Qin Ming shouted sternly: "Kneel!"

His entire body radiated chaotic energy, standing within the True Form of Tathagata, like a fierce sun enlightening everything, the pressure he emitted made it difficult for anyone to resist.

"Ah..." Someone screamed miserably.

Others coughed large mouthfuls of blood, releasing their grip on the array flags.

With several thumping sounds, a group of people knelt down, unable to rise, subdued by his Great Saint’s pressure, their heads unable to lift, their foreheads touching the ground.

Qin Ming awaited this opportunity, as the three Great Grandmasters ascended to attack him, he forcefully broke free to strike against this group.

Previously, he was somewhat wary of the goat-bearded elder holding that soul flag, which contained the consciousness of everyone from Changgeng Village.

Although Qin Ming did not believe in reincarnation, witnessing their final soul light vanishing into smoke would be hard to accept.

He didn’t want to avoid the truth, thus prepared to emulate them, capturing this group’s soul light.

The golden silk parasol appeared, spinning within the Night Fog.

The parasol decorated with sun and moon, dotted with celestial stars, the thick fringe along the edge emitted dense Purple Qi, exuding sacredness and transcendence.

In an instant, it collected the Divine Souls of half of those immobilized kneeling on the ground.

Simultaneously, Qin Ming swung his blade, amidst the bloodstains resonating, he witnessed scenes of tragedies as if personally experiencing them.

In the morning, when shyly greeting Jiang Chunli, she was decapitated by a youth seeking bravery, for seeing the blood of a living person.

This youthful, vibrant girl bewildered, why she was killed in such a manner, in her best years, abruptly ending her life.

The executioner wasn’t much older, merely sixteen or seventeen.

Qin Ming slashed the body with his blade, then shook out its spirit, grasping it directly, performing a soul search, despite the restrictions in the spiritual field collapsing, he continued.

Ultimately, he obtained only scant information, the restrictions destroyed the person, leaving only remnants of soul, which he sent into the golden silk parasol.

Previously, the black-robed youth who endured three thousand cuts was also sent by Qin Ming into the Emperor’s Umbrella.

Destroying their human form and spirit completely may be too lenient, letting them suffer torment within the umbrella, enslaved for hundreds of years.

"You all hail from the deeper regions of the Night Fog World." Qin Ming frowned, gleaned from the soul search.

Following, he continually swung his blade, killing one person after another kneeling on the ground.

The three Great Grandmasters were furious, their elite brought along, some were their direct lineage descendants, unexpectedly all suppressed and kneeling, causing their eyes to glisten coldly, murderous intent rampant.