Night Without End

Chapter 1503: Chapter 615: A Lone Back Faces a Host of Enemies (Part 2)

He stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering, exuding quite an aura of immortal energy. He was not yet forty years old but had achieved such accomplishments, truly a promising future.

"Are you speaking to me from above?" Qin Ming asked.

He still didn’t turn around, but he had already extended his right hand. With a thunderous bang, a giant golden hand appeared in the night sky.

Qin Ming’s true form remained motionless, while the giant golden hand swept across the sky, pressing down on the quasi-level master of the Xuandu Sect, pushing him directly to the ground. In the crackling sound, the person’s bones fractured in dozens of places.

Some people were so shocked they almost said: Holy crap!

Speaking to him from high above was not allowed, considered an act of disrespect. Indeed, he was a madman.

Qin Ming had kept an account in his heart. People like Wang Pan from the Xuandu Sect and Lu Xunzhen from Dao City, they set the rules, taking turns hosting and extracting opportunities from the Secret Realm. How many opportunities had Qing Yue lost because of this?

Especially later on, Qing Yue was intentionally severely injured multiple times and no longer set foot in those Secret Realms, instead choosing to guide the Outer World Poison Fire alone for bitter practice.

Knowing this, Qin Ming was heartbroken, so he kept a record of all the saints from various dojos.

"A bunch of old guys just over thirty, bullying the youngest Loose Cultivator, what kind of skill is that? If you have the guts, come at me!" This was his heartfelt voice.

He was full of rage, ready to name each one and deal with them individually in the Secret Realm.

The quasi-level master of the Xuandu Sect was directly pressed against the ground by that giant golden hand, truly shaking many people.

Who exactly was this? Truly a fierce dragon crossing the river, acting recklessly.

The true Grandmaster-level experts within the Xuandu Sect’s team looked gloomy. How brazen and domineering was the other party, even speaking to them wrongly required chastisement.

"You’ve gone too far!" A Grandmaster soared into the sky.

Wang Pan, a saint of the Xuandu Sect, was incredibly aggressive on normal days, and even his followers had adopted his style, truly not tolerating the slightest loss.

At the moment, this Grandmaster waved his large sleeves, sending dozens of silver banners flying toward Qin Ming.

Instantly, the night sky was filled with a powerful surge of silver light as all the banners expanded with the wind, covering the sky, shaking the clouds into oblivion.

Ye Lingchuan, a Grandmaster from the Dao City’s faction, sent a message: "Taoist friend from the Xuandu Sect, let me assist you."

He also prepared to step in, as the mysterious person had previously injured Xie Xuan and others from his side; he had had enough.

However, in the next instant, Ye Lingchuan retracted the foot he had prepared to step out, planning to ally with more people, as the situation in the night sky took a sharp turn for the worse.

A multicolored Sword Evil shot up into the sky, severing all the silver banners. In the clanging sound, the Silver Light burst apart, extinguished entirely.

The Grandmaster from the Xuandu Sect gave it his all, successively offering up a Bronze Divine Bell and Immortal Binding Rope, with the bell clanging as it was sliced in half by the sword light, the cut smooth, while the Immortal Binding Rope was shredded into dozens of pieces by the Sword Evil.

His expression turned drastically; was he facing a Saint? A chill ran down his spine. Even though he was a Grandmaster too, he couldn’t block it at all.

He opened his mouth and spat, sending out a Turtle Shell Shield, but it also couldn’t withstand that One Sword’s power across the sky, and the Fifth Realm’s shield was pierced through, shattering instantly.

He gritted his teeth and spewed a mouthful of blood to invoke his last resort, a Treasure Mirror, which instantly unleashed brilliant Divine Light.

Unfortunately, the vibrant Pure Yang Sword Qi came at the Divine Light reflected by the mirror, penetrating the Treasure Mirror with a clang, having an indomitable force, cutting through everything.

The Grandmaster of the Xuandu Sect was pierced by that sword light, feeling as if his body was going to be shredded.

It wasn’t his illusion. If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, Qin Ming would have already blown him up.

The Pure Yang Sword Qi pierced through him, dragging him down rapidly, pinning him to the ground, leaving a large human form bloodstain.

Moreover, the internal organs of this Grandmaster from the Xuandu Sect were all filled with sword light, and additionally, his bones were cracking, mostly being cut apart by the Sword Evil.

Qin Ming spoke, "I said, I don’t like others flying above me, speaking down to me."

Many were speechless; it was again this reason!

"This person is so arrogant, too outrageous!"

This was the heartfelt voice of a group, all unable to resist wanting to step in.

Why was Qin Ming here? To stand up for Qing Yue, now however mad he was, it wasn’t too much.

"What are you mumbling about alone, uniting with others from the dojos to make a move?" Qin Ming didn’t turn around, but Ye Lingchuan, the Grandmaster from Dao City, felt like he was being targeted.

Ye Lingchuan was rallying his masters, planning to jointly besiege the mysterious person.

At this point, Qin Ming targeted him for only one reason: this person worked for Lu Xunzhen.

In fact, the entire team from Dao City was a major target for Qin Ming’s attacks, as they were all followers of Lu Xunzhen.

With a roaring sound, a giant golden hand in the night sky moved toward Ye Lingchuan, majestic as if Feixian Mountain shattered the Void, pressing down.

Ye Lingchuan was strong; a forty-three-year-old Grandmaster was considered a figure with amazing potential in any major camp, worthy of being recruited by top-tier great forces.

He sidestepped horizontally, seemingly teleporting, leaving a remnant image on the spot.

"Everyone..." He wanted to call on other experts from the dojos to collectively hunt down the opponent.

With a bang, the giant golden hand, appearing as massive as a mountain, impossibly heavy, but terrifyingly fast, caught up with Ye Lingchuan, smacking him.

Ye Lingchuan spewed blood, his whole body swirling out, smashing a cliff to pieces.

In an instant, the other Grandmasters restrained their urges, wanting to see Ye Lingchuan face the opponent alone, as they weren’t from the same dojo, there was no need to immediately stand up for him.

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