Chapter 615
A Back View Ambushs Enemies
Chapter 615 A Back View Ambushs Enemies
In the distance, the mountaintop collapsed, and towering ancient trees and thick vines burst apart in large areas. Amidst a terrifying, muffled thunderous sound, large amounts of earth and rocks collapsed and tumbled down from the shattered mountainside, causing the ground to tremble incessantly.
The young man who had fallen there struggled to get up several times, but failed each time. He coughed up blood, and blood was even seeping from his ears.
In the end, even his eyes cracked with fine lines, and bright red blood slowly trickled down from the corners of his eyes.
Inside his body, countless bones were broken, his internal organs were torn apart, and broken bones were even embedded between his internal organs. His entire body was severely deformed. He was like a broken, rough scarecrow, stained with blood, abandoned on the broken mountain.
Later, more people arrived, and upon seeing this scene, their pupils contracted in astonishment.
"Isn't that Xie Xuan?"
Many people are familiar with him because Xie Xuan is quite famous. He comes from Dao City and is in the same Dao Temple as the top saint Lu Xunzhen.
Strictly speaking, he was Lu Xunzhen's fellow disciple.
That is why he dared to address that core saint as Brother Lu.
Xie Xuan is only thirty-six years old, yet he has already established himself at the eighth level of the fourth realm, making him an extraordinary genius.
After all, he was born in Dao City and was a disciple of the most prestigious lineage under the rule of the Doushuai Palace. His combat strength far surpassed that of others at the same level, and he was already able to initially contend with an old and weak fifth-level expert.
It is said that he had a brilliant record, and once fought a brief battle with a corrupt grandmaster, which he lost but was still honorable.
This formidable man, a prodigy from Dao City, was sent flying by a flick of someone's sleeve, crashing into the mountaintop and collapsing there like a pile of mud, with hundreds of bones broken, unable to move an inch.
Xie Xuan lay on the broken mountain, bleeding from all seven orifices, and roared in a low voice. He felt extremely humiliated. That figure did not even turn around to look at him once. What kind of madman was that?
Everyone else naturally noticed this scene as well. The mysterious man, with his back to Xie Xuan, casually flicked his sleeve as if brushing away dust.
With such nonchalance, he had utterly defeated Xie Xuan, leaving him unable to lift his head.
For a moment, many people were stunned.
"I am brothers with Lu Xunzhen, how dare you insult me like this..." Xie Xuan stared intently at the back of the figure, the cracks on his eyeballs becoming more and more dense, and his vision completely blurred.
He was furious. The other party had turned his back on him and attacked him. The dismissive and indifferent attitude was, to him, a blatant trampling of his dignity.
Qin Ming calmly said, "I don't know what you're angry about. A stray dog on the roadside gets overturned by a storm caused by a dragon passing through, and instead of feeling wronged, it dares to bark at the sky?"
If it weren't for the inappropriate location and the need to abide by the rules of the secret realm, the power of that sleeve would have already slapped this person to pieces, and he wouldn't have been allowed to speak.
Xie Xuan certainly has reason to be proud; based on his current cultivation progress, he could become a grandmaster by the time he is over forty.
However, he was being humiliated like this, completely disregarded, and he was so angry that his body trembled, and with a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Someone stepped forward and rebuked, "Which sect are you from? This is Lu Xunzhen's fellow disciple, how could you use such a heavy hand?"
Qin Ming didn't turn around, but smiled faintly. If it weren't for Lu Xunzhen's people, he wouldn't have done this.
Lu Xunzhen of Daocheng had privately sent a message to Qingyue, urging her to submit and follow him.
As a fellow man, Qin Ming could naturally guess some of his thoughts.
If it weren't for the rules governing the Tushita Palace, Qin Ming would have already come to his door to punish him.
After Qingyue firmly rejected this top saint, she was targeted. Lu Xunzhen even personally took action and severely injured her in the secret realm.
It was truly bullying for a Fifth Realm Saint to target the youngest member of the group of fifteen, a Fourth Realm "rogue cultivator," and he was acting on the fringes of the rules, almost damaging Qingyue's essence.
At this moment, someone stood up to defend Xie Xuanming and even tried to use Lu Xunzhen's name to intimidate others, which naturally backfired.
Qin Ming did not turn around, but simply flicked his finger, and instantly thunder roared through the sky, and a blinding bolt of lightning fell from the depths of the night sky.
That was the Primordial Myriad Thunder Script gathering and pouring down, covering the person who had spoken.
"what……"
The man screamed, his whole body emitting blue smoke, the aroma of meat mixed with the smell of burning flesh, half-cooked by lightning, lying on the ground, convulsing.
Moreover, Xie Xuan was also affected and was struck by lightning.
He trembled uncontrollably, his whole body was electrified, and the blood he vomited was cooked. He fainted instantly.
Qin Ming said calmly, "It would be more appropriate to let Lu Xunzhen do it herself."
Without a doubt, there are truly powerful individuals in Daocheng's lineage who have reached the Grandmaster level, holding a very high and rather transcendent status.
To say that this person is a follower of Lu Xunzhen would be an exaggeration; he is someone invited to help out and rarely participates in battles himself.
Because the saints of several top-tier sects, such as Xuandu Sect, Dao City, and Da Chitian Daoist Temple, would negotiate in advance and allocate the resources of the secret realm, few dared to break the rules.
"Master Ye!" Some people looked at this person.
Ye Lingchuan waved his hand to stop them and transmitted his voice, "This person must be a Grandmaster, and an extremely powerful one at that. Let me discuss this with the other families."
He was dressed in a blue robe and looked very young, but he was actually forty-three years old. Reaching the fifth realm at this age, he deserved to be called a top genius.
After Qin Ming learned about her background, he couldn't help but sneer. This Night Master and the eldest daughter of the Huang family in the Jade Capital camp were on the same level.
At this moment, a prospective grandmaster from the Xuandu Sect spoke up: "Fellow Daoist, I wonder which sect you come from? Isn't this a bit too extreme? Are you trying to break the tacit understanding between the various sects and disrupt the balance all by yourself?"
He stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering, looking quite ethereal. He was not even forty years old yet, and had already achieved so much, so he could be considered to have a bright future.
"Are you looking down at me when you speak?" Qin Ming asked.
He still didn't turn around, but he stretched out his right hand, and with a loud bang, a golden hand appeared in the night sky.
Qin Ming's true form stood still, his golden hand sweeping across the sky, pressing down on the Xuandu Sect's quasi-grandmaster and directly suppressing him to the ground. Amidst cracking sounds, dozens of bones throughout the man's body broke.
Some people were so surprised they wanted to say: Me.
You can't even talk to him while he's high in the air; it's considered an offense. He really is a madman.
Qin Ming had a clear understanding of the situation. Wang Pan of the Xuandu Sect, Lu Xunzhen of Dao City, and others were the ones who set the rules, taking turns to take charge and collect the secret realm's treasures. How many opportunities had Qingyue lost because of this?
In particular, later on, Qingyue was intentionally injured many times, and she no longer set foot in those secret realms and ruins, but went alone to guide the poisonous fire of the outside world for arduous cultivation.
When Qin Ming learned of this, he felt very distressed, so he kept a record of the grievances against the saints of various major sects.
"A bunch of old guys in their early thirties bullying the youngest rogue cultivator, what kind of skill is that? If you've got the guts, come at me!" This was his inner thought.
He was seething with anger and prepared to "call out" those people one by one in the secret realm and teach them a lesson.
The fact that a quasi-grandmaster of the Xuandu Sect was directly pressed to the ground by that enormous golden palm truly shocked many people.
Who exactly is this? He's truly a powerful dragon crossing the river, acting with utter recklessness.
Within the Xuandu Sect's ranks, the true grandmaster-level experts' expressions darkened. Their opponents were incredibly arrogant and domineering; even speaking to them in the wrong way could result in a beating.
"You've passed!" A grandmaster suddenly appeared.
Wang Pan, a saint of the Xuandu Sect, is extremely domineering. His followers have also adopted his style and are truly incapable of suffering any loss.
At this moment, the grandmaster waved his sleeves, and dozens of small silver flags flew out and landed towards Qin Ming.
Suddenly, a bright silver light shone in the night sky, and all the flags grew larger in the wind. In the blink of an eye, they covered the sky, the flags fluttered, and the clouds and mist were dispersed.
Ye Lingchuan, a grandmaster of the Dao City lineage, transmitted his voice, saying, "Fellow Daoist of the Xuandu Sect, I am here to help you."
He was also preparing to join the fray. He had already had enough of the mysterious man who had injured Xie Xuan and the others on their side.
However, in the next instant, Ye Lingchuan withdrew the foot he had stepped out, preparing to join forces with some more people, because the situation in the night sky had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
A dazzling sword aura shot into the sky, slashing through all the silver banners. With a series of clangs, the silver light dissipated and went out.
The Xuandu Sect's grandmasters used all their skills, successively summoning the Bronze Divine Bell and the Immortal Binding Rope. In the end, the Bronze Bell was cleaved in two by the sword light with a clang, the cut surface smooth, while the Immortal Binding Rope was shredded into dozens of pieces by the sword's aura.
His expression changed drastically. Was he facing a saint? A chill ran down his spine. Although they were both grandmasters, he was no match for him.
He opened his mouth and spat out a tortoise-shell shield, but it couldn't withstand the power of the sword strike. The shield, which was at the fifth level, was pierced and shattered instantly.
He gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, unleashing his last trump card, a precious mirror, which instantly shone with brilliant divine light.
Unfortunately, the dazzling pure yang sword aura met the divine light emanating from the mirror and, with a clang, pierced through the precious mirror, displaying an indestructible force capable of cleaving through all things.
The Xuandu Sect master was pierced by that sword light, and he felt as if his body was about to be shredded.
This wasn't his imagination; if the situation hadn't been inappropriate, Qin Ming would have killed him.
The Pure Yang Sword pierced through the man, carrying him down at high speed, pinning him to the ground and leaving a large pool of human-shaped blood.
Moreover, the internal organs of this Xuandu Sect master were filled with sword light, and his bones were also cracking, most of them being severed by the sword energy.
Qin Ming said, "I've already said I don't like people talking down to me or looking down on me."
Many people were speechless, and it was for the same reason again!
"This person is arrogant and domineering, far too arrogant!"
This is the sentiment of a group of people, all of whom can't help but want to join the fray.
What is Qin Ming doing here? To avenge Qingyue; now, no amount of "madness" is too much for him.
"What are you muttering to yourself for? Are you teaming up with people from other dojos to make a move?" Qin Ming didn't turn around, but Dao City's Grandmaster Ye Lingchuan sensed that he was being watched.
Ye Lingchuan is joining forces with his experts to try and eliminate the mysterious man.
At this point, Qin Ming had only one reason for targeting him: this man worked for Lu Xunzhen.
In fact, the entire Daocheng team was Qin Ming's primary target, simply because they were all followers of Lu Xunzhen.
With a thunderous roar, a giant golden hand descended from the night sky towards Ye Lingchuan, its imposing aura like a flying immortal mountain shattering the void and pressing down.
Ye Lingchuan is very strong. A 43-year-old Grandmaster is an extraordinary potential figure in any major faction and is worth recruiting by top-tier forces.
He took a step to the side, as if he were teleporting, leaving a trail of afterimages in his place.
"Everyone..." He wanted to call on the experts from other dojos to join him in hunting down their opponent.
With a bang, the golden hand, which looked as huge and heavy as a mountain, was incredibly fast, as if it had teleported, and caught up with Ye Lingchuan, slapping him.
Ye Lingchuan was bleeding profusely, and his body flew out horizontally, crashing into a cliff.
Instantly, the other masters restrained their impulses, wanting to see how Ye Lingchuan would perform in facing his opponent alone. They weren't from the same dojo, so there was no need for them to stand up for him immediately.
Actually, the main reason is that all parties are extremely wary of this mysterious figure and are somewhat intimidated by him.
In their view, a certain saint may have personally descended and altered his appearance.
Ye Lingchuan surged upwards from the shattered mountaintop; he was far stronger than Xie Xuan.
However, he was met with a devastating blow. The golden hand struck him as if swatting a fly, leaving him covered in cracks and nearly exploding.
Qin Ming naturally held back his strength; otherwise, with his master-level skills, defeating someone with lower cultivation would be a foregone conclusion.
"Ah..." Ye Lingchuan screamed in agony.
He would occasionally leap into the air, trying to escape, but each time he was swatted down by that giant golden hand.
After eight times, Qin Ming grabbed him, crushed his bones, and shattered his internal organs before throwing him to the ground like a rag doll.
Then, Qin Ming's golden hand descended, crushing towards the rest of Dao Cheng's team.
With a series of splattering sounds, a group of people, covered in blood and severely injured, collapsed to the ground. Ye Lingchuan felt Xie Xuan's sense of humiliation, even more intensely. He was a Grandmaster, yet that mysterious figure still had his back to him and didn't even glance at him.
This disregard and indifference were even more infuriating than swords at his side, making him tremble with rage.
“If you’re not up to the task, let Lu Xunzhen come,” Qin Ming said calmly.
He felt that after such a "mad" move, the saints of Dao City would definitely come in person next time, and how could Lu Xunzhen swallow this insult?
The place was completely silent, and many people were stunned.
Zhou Shan, the grandmaster from the Decheng team, spoke up: "Fellow Daoist, we already know that you possess extraordinary abilities, comparable to a saint. Regarding today's events..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Qin Ming interrupted him, saying, "You dog!"
Moreover, a terrifying killing intent rose from Qin Ming's direction, as if three thousand miles of ice and snow had fallen to the ground, aiming to freeze this secret realm. Its coldness and chilling aura were undisguised.
Some of the saint's followers, relying on their age and higher level of cultivation, launched fierce attacks on the "unaffiliated cultivators" in the group of fifteen, and regarded this as a moment of glory.
In the past, Zhou Shan had attacked Qingyue three times in a row.
After he stepped forward, Qin Ming confirmed his identity through resonance, and his heart was filled with rage.
Qin Ming almost turned around and beat the man to a pulp.
Finally, he stood still, but manifested a large golden hand and pressed down, indicating that this person was not worthy of his turning around.
With a loud boom, Qin Ming's golden hand was shrouded in a heavy aura of killing intent, and no matter how Zhou Shan teleported or dodged left and right, he could not escape it.
With a bang, a large golden hand grabbed him.
Qin Ming's true form was facing away from everyone, his right hand raised high towards the sky and slowly closing. The corresponding golden hand in the distance moved in unison, almost crushing Zhou Shan.
"Ah..." Zhou Shan screamed in agony as his internal organs were crushed, his sternum and ribs were inserted into his internal organs, and even his skull was shattered into pieces.
In particular, his mental field was extinguished once after it was torn apart.
"This is the beginning of something big. Could it be that he's planning to break the rules and kill Zhou Shan?" Many people's expressions changed.
"Well, I'm just walking on the edge of the rules, not crossing the line, so it's fine. Right now, we have to make this bastard suffer." Qin Ming remained relatively calm and did not actually break the rules.
The reason he attacked so violently, even more so than before, was mainly because Zhou Shan had truly crossed him, severely injuring Qingyue three times in a row, and still daring to harbor inappropriate thoughts.
He's just a follower of a saint, yet he dares to target Qingyue; he deserves to die.
"Hmm?" Qin Ming frowned.
After feeling a connection with the person, he noticed something amiss and said, "You entered here against the rules; you're actually forty-seven years old."
According to regulations, those under 45 years old can be classified as the younger generation, so this person's ability to enter secret realms and ruins clearly exceeds the limit.
Two years ago, when Zhou Shan entered the secret realm, he met the requirements. After that, no one bothered him, mainly because the saint in De City, Qi Lin, had a prestigious position and a powerful background.
Of course, there were also people around the other saints who slightly crossed the line.
Therefore, everyone turned a blind eye and no one exposed the matter.
Qin Ming was intolerant of any imperfections. He was already annoyed by the fact that following the rules made him unhappy, so he immediately searched the person's mental field, resonated with the person, and investigated the person in depth.
Soon, his face darkened. He was still wondering how a mere follower dared to covet Qingyue. His audacity was simply too great.
"Lu Xunzhen of Daocheng and Qi Lin of Decheng, both under the jurisdiction of Doushuai Palace, have always been in conflict between Dao and De."
Lu Xunzhen took a liking to Qingyue, which caught Qi Lin's attention.
In fact, Saint Qi Lin is not interested in women, but because he has a fierce competitive relationship with Lu Xunzhen, they are always vying for opportunities and good fortune.
Therefore, Qi Lin wanted to snatch away the radiant fairy that Lu Xunzhen couldn't take her eyes off, entirely to strike at his opponent.
Therefore, Zhou Shan's "disrespectful words and deeds" came about later.
Qin Ming whispered, "You should all grovel on the ground, prostrate yourselves, and apologize!"
"You violated the rules by entering the secret realm. According to the rules, you should be crippled." After Qin Ming finished speaking, he completely tore apart Zhou Shan's mental field and continued to exert his power, shattering his very essence.
Then, he casually tossed it on the ground.
Zhou Shan was going crazy. He was a grandmaster, and he had broken through to the next level more than two years ago when he was not yet forty-five years old. His future was bright and limitless, but he had been crippled.
"What...are you doing?" one of Qi Lin's followers exclaimed in surprise.
"You dare not accept this?" Qin Ming, with his back to them, raised his golden hand and slammed it down, causing all of them to fall into pools of blood.
By now, everyone was stunned.
Many people are certain that this person possesses Saint-level strength.
Who would dare to accuse him of breaking the rules to his face? This mysterious figure does not accept the results of the prior negotiations between Lu Xunzhen, Wang Pan, Zuo Qing, and other saints.
Qin Ming asked, "Lu Xunzhen pre-ordered two Moon Goddess Flowers. How many do the saints behind each of you want?"
Then he sneered, "There are only nine flowers in total, and a saint from Dao City is going to take two of them. Is it his turn to be the host this time?"
A group of people remained silent; that was the truth.
Many of the so-called fifteen-person group were just there to make up the numbers; their fates had already been predetermined.
At this moment, some people were thinking to themselves: You snatched eight Moon Goddess Flowers by yourself, and it looks like you won't be able to get the last one either. You're more domineering than the others!
Qin Ming said, "I seized this opportunity through my own strength, not through your internal negotiations."
Some secretly sneered, looking forward to the next opening of the new secret realm, when the saints would personally step in and see how arrogant this person would still be.
Some people, harboring ill intentions, hoped that Lu Xunzhen, Wang Pan, Qi Lin, and others would come in person to demand an explanation from the mysterious person.
A female master adopted a humble posture and said, "My lord... we are followers of Fairy Yun Wangshu from the Great Crimson Heaven Dojo. The Moon Goddess Flower is very important to her. I wonder if we could talk about it?"
Then, with a bang, she was slapped, coughed up blood, and flew out of the room.
Although Yun Wangshu did not personally take action against Qingyue, some of her subordinates had caused trouble and were already on Qin Ming's list.
The main point is that the characters "Wangshu" in Yun Wangshu's name have similar connotations to the characters "Qingyue" in Li Qingyue's name.
Some of Yun Wangshu's fans actually ridiculed and targeted Qingyue because of her name.
Right now, the group of people were dumbfounded. Despite their humble attitude, they were still beaten up.
Subsequently, the Bagua City team, as well as Zuo Qing's followers, were also knocked to the ground, covered in blood.
A group of people gritted their teeth, thinking: Are you seriously ill? Do you have bipolar disorder? Why are you hitting everyone indiscriminately!
Clearly, Qin Ming is doing his best to handle "real business"!
He meticulously followed the ledger, calling out names one by one, ensuring no one could escape.
Qin Ming didn't care at all about avoiding making enemies or antagonizing so many people.
Right now, it is these people who have provoked Qingyue and thus offended him.
The so-called cultivation of good relationships and proper handling of relations with various saints must be done through trial and error first.
When others are already taking advantage of you, it's laughable to think about turning hostility into friendship and getting along well.
Qin Ming planned to go through all the processes first, and then decide based on the situation.
He hasn't even encountered or fought a single saint yet, and his anger is still hard to quell.
"If we really want to turn hostility into friendship, shouldn't it be after I express my true feelings that you take the initiative?" Qin Ming felt that as one of the Five Great Saints, he should have extraordinary magnanimity.
The group realized that this mysterious person, who had his back to them, showed no favoritism; no one could escape, and everyone would get a beating.
"Let's fight him!"
"Everyone, let's attack together!"
Even a clay figure has a bit of fire in it, let alone a group of experts, including a grandmaster.
Moreover, they discovered that even those who had been disciplined were at risk of being subjected to further trials. For example, Xie Xuan and Ye Lingchuan were inexplicably "baptized" again.
Even Zhou Shan, who had been crippled, was beaten so badly that he howled again.
They attacked en masse, led by a grandmaster, charging towards the mysterious figure ahead.
Several of the most powerful grandmasters teleported, trying their best to see their opponent's true face and get directly in front of him.
Actually, they had another motive: they wanted to try to pick the last Moon Goddess Flower.
If successful, this journey to the secret realm will come to a perfect end, and everyone will be teleported out, thus resolving the crisis.
Unfortunately, they had overly optimistic expectations and overestimated themselves.
As "young grandmasters," they were only in their forties and had only been in the fifth realm for less than two years. How could they possibly defeat Qin Ming, who had a higher level of cultivation?
When the four most powerful grandmasters teleported directly in front of Qin Ming, before they could even see his true face, they were blinded by a terrifying and dazzling light.
They felt as if they were facing a blazing sun that was burning the sky; the aura was terrifying, and the horrifying energy fluctuations made them tremble.
Qin Ming slowly rose into the air, like a great sun pressing down on this place.
The four masters were no match for him and were all forced to their knees by his Grandmaster Domain.
This scene deeply shocked everyone.
Those behind, seeing this scene, felt as if the four grandmasters had taken the initiative to go to the mysterious figure for a pilgrimage, bowing and worshipping.
Finally, after Qin Ming called out each flower by name, he picked the ninth Moon Goddess Flower and calmly left the scene.
The news caused a huge uproar on the day it was released.
A mysterious figure possessed all nine Moon Goddess Flowers, reaping all the blessings of creation.
The titles of several top saints were of no use and could not intimidate this person. He ignored them and, moreover, this madman severely injured many people.
"What's going on? Did the core saints' negotiations fail, and someone personally went into the secret realm to cause trouble?"
"I feel this person is more like a dragon crossing the river."
It's unbelievable that two secret realms opened in a row, yet the top saints gained nothing.
When the details were leaked, the outside world was in an uproar.
"How arrogant! That person had his back to everyone and didn't even show his face, yet he still crushed all the teams!"
"It is said that when the grandmaster faced him, his legs went weak and he bowed down."
……
At the furnace, Qin Ming drank the Eight Views Tea that Qingyue had personally brewed, feeling completely relaxed.
On the tea table, nine moon goddess flowers, so beautiful they seemed unreal, flowed with moonlight, and were sprinkled with a misty rain of light, like a dream.
Li Qingyue sat next to Qin Ming, smiling brightly, also sipping tea. The two enjoyed a leisurely and pleasant time.
After a moment, Qingyue spoke: "Once the new secret realm opens, Lu Xunzhen, Qi Lin, Yun Wangshu and others will probably personally take part in it."
Qin Ming put down his teacup and said, "It's alright. Next time you can come with me and face them directly. Some people should bow their heads and apologize."
(End of this chapter)