"We did this together."
Before Tang Ming could speak, ng Xianjun stepped forward, standing to Tang Ming’s right: "ng Xianjun of the Southern China ng Family."
"And too."
Zhang Chuming touched his nose and stood to Tang Ming’s left: "Zhang Chuming of the God and Ghost Sect."
"You guys..."
Tang Ming looked at Zhang Chuming and ng Xianjun in surprise.
"We’re brothers, how can we let you handle everything alone when there’s real trouble?"
ng Xianjun grinned and sighed helplessly, "Sharing blessings and sharing woes."
"That’s right! I think after this, we can all beco sworn brothers. The things we went through today were too thrilling."
Zhang Chuming proposed with a smile.
"That’s a good idea!"
ng Xianjun nodded repeatedly, "After all, we are part of the three of the Eight Great Martial Arts Skills. If we beco brothers, it will definitely beco a legendary story in the martial arts world!"
"Let’s first get through the hurdle in front of us."
Tang Ming’s face was solemn as he stared at Murong Xue. Previously, even martial general experts were rare, but in these past two days they seed as common as cabbages, with even three-star martial generals appearing.
"This generation of young people is really not likable at all."
Seeing that Tang Ming and the others were treating her as if air, Murong Xue’s face looked a bit ugly. She suddenly raised her right hand and struck in the air towards the three of them, while her left arm moved, swinging towards the pile of stones.
Two gusts of wind appeared out of nowhere, one carrying enormous qi that split the ground, rushing fiercely towards Tang Ming and the others, while the other gust flew towards the stone pile.
"Trying to destroy my hard work again."
Zhang Baobao imdiately rose and used a shovel to block, only to be directly blasted away. The piled stones beneath him shattered with a crash, and the people buried inside were all flung out and landed neatly on the ground.
On the other side, facing Murong Xue’s powerful tension, Tang Ming imdiately used the Heavenly chanism Hundred Changes to try and dissolve it, but the strength was too much; with his current cultivation, he simply couldn’t withstand it.
ng Xianjun and Zhang Chuming were also powerless, and the three of them were directly blown away, spewing large mouthfuls of blood while in mid-air, before crashing into the wall of the dical Tower, shattering it.
"Is this the power of a three-star martial general?"
Standing to the side, Sun Zhuangjia and others, under the overwhelming aura from Murong Xue, couldn’t even move.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The dust settled, and Tang Ming fell from the wall, spitting large mouthfuls of blood.
ng Xianjun and Zhang Chuming also landed on the ground, losing the ability to move.
"So strong!"
The three of them exclaid in unison in shock. Although there was only a one-level difference between a three-star martial general and a two-star martial general, the strength gap was enormous.
"Greetings, Sect Master."
Having regained their freedom, Murong Yunhai and the others bowed to Murong Xue, then stared vengefully at Tang Ming and the others.
"The brats of the God and Ghost Sect and the ng family, even if your elders were here, you’d still have to give an explanation today. Find a way to notify your families to co to the Rainbow Cloud Peak to take you."
Murong Xue ignored the others, casting a cold glance at Zhang Chuming and ng Xianjun, before finally fixing her gaze on Tang Ming: "As for you, even if the Sect Leader of the Heavenly chanism Sect ca personally, you would still die without doubt."
"Damn it, too strong."
Tang Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Things had been going too smoothly before, causing him to underestimate a three-star martial general.
"Not for Wei’er’s future, but for your actions today, I, as the Sect Master, sentence you to death."
Murong Xue, not bothering to talk further, raised her hand again to strike at Tang Ming, sending a compressed energy handprint flying towards him like lightning.
"Watch out!"
ng Xianjun and Zhang Chuming called out in horror. Although the energy handprint wasn’t as grand as before, they could sense its power was far beyond what Tang Ming could withstand, realizing Murong Xue truly intended to kill him.
"Little Honghong, take him down."
Tang Ming supported his body and shouted through gritted teeth.
"Whoosh!"
A red light shot from Tang Ming’s chest, accurately hitting Murong Xue’s energy handprint, shattering it instantly. The red light then continued towards Murong Xue.
"Oh!"
Murong Xue was startled but it was too late to retract her hand, resulting in her right palm being pierced by the red light, getting injured.
"Hissss."
Yang Potian and Murong Yunhai and others gasped, never dreaming that the Sect Master, who personally intervened, would get injured.
"What kind of attack is this?"
Murong Xue looked expressionlessly at the bloody hole in her hand and asked Tang Ming in confusion.
"Without so hidden cards, how could I dare to challenge Rainbow Cloud Peak."
Tang Ming propped himself up, sneering as red light flickered on him, and the winged Little Honghong ford above his head, taking the shape of a baby.
"It’s hitting you."
Little Honghong sat triumphantly on Tang Ming’s neck, gazing at Murong Xue.
"Ancient Poison Beast!"
Seeing Little Honghong, Murong Xue’s face, which had been expressionless, suddenly changed dramatically, staring at Tang Ming in shock: "You’ve actually tad the Ancient Poison Beast."
"What beast?"
Tang Ming looked bewildered. He still didn’t know what Little Honghong was precisely, but seeing Murong Xue’s expression, she seed to know sothing.
"Since that’s the case, I cannot leave you be."
Murderous intent surged in Murong Xue’s eyes as she frantically gathered energy, preparing to strike.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot..."
Before Tang Ming could speak, Little Honghong soared into the sky, madly slapping its little hands in front, firing beams of red light like raindrops toward Murong Xue.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this form, Murong Xue dared not be careless, imdiately raising her Vigorous Air Armor to fend off Little Honghong’s relentless onslaught.
Though little in stature, Little Honghong’s energy seed endless. From the start of the attack, the red light covering the sky showed no signs of weakening or stopping, leaving Murong Xue no ti to counterattack.
After more than ten minutes, the energy on Murong Xue’s Vigorous Air Armor started to tremble. Under Little Honghong’s high-intensity, high-density assault, even a three-star martial general couldn’t withstand the consumption.
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