Chapter 1701 - 669: Furious Enough to Pierce the Heavens (Part 4)

Chapter 1701: Chapter 669: Furious Enough to Pierce the Heavens (Part 4)

The three of them dived down, naturally unable to watch him deliver the fatal blow, and once again cast spells together to attack this young Great Saint.

Qin Ming’s expression was cold as he swung the blade upwards.

Among the three, the Great Grandmaster from the Qilin Clan was the most troublesome, seemingly proficient in Forbidden Domain techniques, aiming to confine space-time with his own power once more.

This time, he didn’t wait for the other two to assist.

He used his bloodline power, a massive Qilin emerged from within him, uttering the True Word: "Set."

It was just one word, but it resonated like the divine sound of the Great Dao, filled with Rule Power.

He temporarily locked not only space-time but also his opponent’s vitality, intending to imprison the young Great Saint.

Although Qin Ming felt extremely uncomfortable, he remained calm and performed a trial on the spot through Form and Spirit Resonance!

Recently, he had mastered the Ancestor Insect’s Cry but had not yet found an opponent to verify it against.

The Ancestor Worm was a Forbidden creature, perfect for countering the legendary Qilin Bloodline.

In an instant, an endless sense of desolation spread, evoking despair, as if a destructive autumn wind swept across the heavens and the earth, ready to sever all beings.

The Ancestor Worm wailed, shattering the vast night sky, attempting to link with the stars, and endless ripples expanded outward...

"Hiss!"

The elder with the Qilin head inhaled the night fog abruptly and halted, his hair standing on end.

The massive Qilin phantom emerging from his body resonated with scale armor, and the True Word it uttered could not confine the opponent, forced to counteract the Ancestor Insect’s Cry.

The Red Robed Elder and the Elder with a goatee flew back at the first moment, sensing something was wrong, not daring to engage.

Qin Ming, carrying a chill, lifted his head to glance at them, striking with the blade, one blow per person, continuing to sever the bodies of those young and strong here.

He retaliated against them with their own methods, making the three Great Grandmasters watch helplessly as their Direct Lineage descendants were harvested here.

The young and strong kneeling on the ground felt very humiliated but had no strength to resist, unable to even get up, filled with fear and great reluctance, as they did not want to die.

Qin Ming was too lazy to make another move, stamping down and instantly shattering all the young and strong kneeling on the ground.

The village was stained with blood, with only Jia Heng sitting there, overwhelmed with sorrow.

The Soul Lights of those young and strong were all collected by the golden silk parasol.

Qin Ming floated again, facing the three Great Grandmasters once more.

The elder from the Qilin Clan, having just countered the shock of the Ancestor Insect’s Cry, had his Miao Technique broken, bleeding from the nose and mouth, already injured, his face extremely unsightly.

The other two flew back, standing on either side of him, the three of them sharing a common hatred, their eyes cold, killing intent rising.

"Do you know whom you’ve provoked?"

"For the sake of a group of ordinary people, you recklessly slaughtered the forces deep within the Yewu World?"

Their words carried a threatening tone.

Qin Ming replied, "You all have an air of superiority, thinking you’re born to be Immortals, looking down on the mortals below. If that’s the case, today I shall cut each of you down from the sky and pound you into the dirt."

The expressions of the three grew colder; now there was no other choice but to battle to the death.

They truly hadn’t expected to encounter such a terrifying young Great Saint here.

Qin Ming sighed softly. What would this place have been like if he hadn’t come to this village?

Obviously, Changgeng Village would also have been destroyed, burned to ashes in the flames.

Even if many years passed, people nearby might never know why these people died, why the whole village was bloodwashed.

Perhaps this is the most brutal and real side of the Yewu World.

In the distant Earth Realm, in unseen corners, such events are not isolated, perhaps taking place every moment. Like a giant beast breaking through a city wall, swallowing an entire city alive. Like a magnificent Qilin Claw shattering the night curtain, breaking into a kingdom, leading to the devastation of an entire Domain.

Qin Ming couldn’t stop the events far away, nor could he resurrect the dead before him.

But he harbored a sense of righteousness, had his own principles, and aimed to manage these injustices as much as he could!

Since seeing it, he naturally had to draw his blade and cut them all down!

He had lived here for over a month, how could he not have feelings for the people here?

The gluttonous Little Fox Girl, Huang Youwei, Jiang Chunli... so many vibrant lives, just gone, ruthlessly cut down by those people without a care.

"Kill!" Qin Ming shouted softly, as the blade light split the sky!

Simultaneously, the three Great Grandmasters began to fight desperately like madmen.

As Qin Ming swung the blade, he deployed the Taichu Thunder Seal and Ancestor Insect’s Cry, concentrating them all on the elder with a goatee, intending to seize his Soul Flag at the earliest moment.

He protected himself with Spirit Field and the Golden Silk Jade Robe, enduring the attacks from the other two Great Grandmasters.

All of Qin Ming’s methods targeted the elder with a goatee, instantly increasing his pressure exponentially, causing his whole body to crack and bleed within moments.

With a puff, Qin Ming slashed off the elder’s arm with one stroke, seizing the Soul Flag.

"Big brother, I’m having a hard time." The little girl cried out painfully from the surface of the flag, enveloped in Yin Evil Qi.

Qin Ming turned back, seeing her small body lying on the ground in that broken courtyard, beyond salvation.

"Brother Yong!" Huang Youwei seemed to have regained some sobriety, staring blankly at Qin Ming.

"Brother Yong, have I died?" Jiang Chunli was first bewildered on the flag’s surface, then began to cry.

With the Soul Flag in hand, Qin Ming had no more worries.

He looked at Changgeng Village under the night, the ground full of corpses.

In an instant, Qin Ming attacked without reservation.

At this moment, the blade light soared into the sky, Thunder Fire spread, and the Ancestor Insect’s Cry made the whole world feel mournful and desolate.

Without the Silent Scroll brought by these people, which covered this place, the distant villages and towns would have certainly discovered the bloody battle taking place here long ago.

Qin Ming sliced off the elder with a goatee’s head with one blade stroke, then struck with the Taichu Thunder Seal, making the Soul Light trying to escape into the ground go rigid.

Subsequently, Qin Ming unleashed twelve successive Divine Thunders, piercing through his soul, almost scattering it.

The golden silk parasol swooped down, instantly capturing it inside.

Then, Qin Ming swiftly dispatched the Great Grandmasters, making all three fall, their Soul Lights absorbed into the parasol’s surface.

Qin Ming spoke, "Such evil people need the Divine Umbrella to punish them."

The golden silk parasol sighed gently, "I am actually a benevolent artifact."

Qin Ming did not speak, turning to look at it.

The golden silk parasol said seriously, "When I was first created, it was to nourish the souls of the deceased, to carry them and await future opportunities. During this, ensuring their Soul Light didn’t extinguish. But as time passed, for some reason, I was mistaken for a killing tool."

Qin Ming said, "Little Huang, if you truly have such abilities, I will entrust this Soul Flag to you to save those people from the village."

He heard the little girl’s painful cries for her big brother, as well as Huang Youwei’s murmurs, and Jiang Chunli’s whispers, feeling deeply uncomfortable in his heart.

Though jokingly labeled by his sworn brothers as a villain, he always had a soft spot in his heart, believing himself to be rather righteous.

"Okay, leave it to me." The golden silk parasol shook slightly, like nodding.

Jia Heng coughed up blood and said, "I am crippled, unable to face the people of Changgeng Village, today I end myself here."

Qin Ming stopped him and asked, "Are there more people on the mountain?"

Jia Heng was first stunned, then realized he was asking about the people and matters corresponding to the land deed and the Immortal Field there.

He immediately informed, "There are experts, as well as a Fifth Realm White Qilin, possessing a Great Saint’s presence."

"Is that so? Then I shall ascend the mountain tonight and cut down the Great Saint!" Qin Ming raised his head, looking towards the heavily shadowed Feixian Mountain.

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