Capítulo 1121: Chapter 509: True Grandmaster Battle and Execution (3)
As Zhou Zhengran maneuvered the rest of his flying swords, he ford a magic seal, causing a burst of golden light to surge around his body, with an overwhelming aura. A fist enveloped in blood light struck out, shattering the night fog with a deafening sound.
Qin Ming was fearless, confronting it bare-handed.
The sound of continuous impacts was unending, with various runes bursting between them as intricate patterns weaved together, resembling tangible Tao Rhythms flowing.
They continued their duel, exchanging dozens of moves in an instant.
Zhou Zhengran rapidly retreated, feeling incredulous. He had gathered the Pure Yang Blood Qi and Spirit Light of the Fifth Realm to forge a golden fist mark, but now his hand was cramping, and blood was dripping.
This young man, barely in his twenties, was truly a formidable opponent, not one to boast vainly, but one to engage in a true life-and-death battle with.
“Again!” Qin Ming stepped forward, bathed in Heavenly Light, treading the Void, rushing forward like a streaking light.
Inside Zhou Zhengran, a scarlet beacon fire rose, revealing a vague spectacle in the Void, as if summoning an ancient War Immortal to face the enemy alongside him.
He was a grandmaster skilled in the way of slaughter, employing various Miao Techniques, this being another of his killer moves.
Qin Ming considered this man seriously, and simultaneously to test his “Taichu Thunder Seal” in a real duel with a true grandmaster, he employed the Miao Technique—Thunder Whale Leaping Sea.
A massive black whale erged from the faint sea of thunder, carrying boundless Thunder Power, crashing toward the opponent.
“This is…” Zhou Zhengran felt a chill, as the blood-colored War Immortal he had summoned was shattered into fragnts, its blood Qi dispersed.
He coughed up blood, stumbling back, hastily using an Exotic Treasure Shield for defense, but with a crunching sound, this treasure was destroyed.
Zhou Zhengran fled backward, urgently employing two Secret Treasures in succession to resolve the crisis.
He looked down to find a Qingmu blade snapped, and his blood-colored bracelet showed cracks.
His expression was solemn, his pupils contracting as he scrutinized Qin Ming, this unbelievably young opponent exerting imnse pressure on him.
Without hesitation, Zhou Zhengran deployed another Miracle Treasure, a lamp that instantly radiated Pure Yang Divine Light, as if enveloping him in a protective cover.
“Six Phoenix Divine Fire Lamp.” Behind him, his direct disciple’s face changed, realizing the teacher was pushed to this extent, requiring the use of the strongest weapon at hand.
Six splendid Fire Phoenixes flew out, circling Zhou Zhengran, before pouncing toward Qin Ming.
Qin Ming remained silent, harnessing the black fierce gusts of wind, almost flying to the sky, where he gathered terrifying Mixed Elent Blade Light, slashing down.
With a swish, the Six Phoenix Divine Fire Lamp erupted with dazzling flas, sweeping upward, with Pure Yang Qi surging, carrying Zhou Zhengran straight into the night sky.
The two clashed fiercely in the sky, one riding the six phoenixes, bathed in Pure Yang Qi, the other commanding fierce gusts of wind, bathed in Heavenly Light, as if two immortals were battling.
They moved rapidly, from the sky to the ground, then with a thunderous sound, they shattered a mountain in the Blessed Land, the summit collapsing, smoke and dust billowing.
On the ground, a group of black-clad figures were stunned, realizing the young grandmaster was terrifying.
They were not benevolent, with so activating the array’s power, sporadically attacking Qin Ming, runes lighting up in the night, beams of light shooting into the Void.
Others silently left, seeking reinforcents.
Sadly, no one managed to escape, as Yu Gen Sheng and ng Zhiyan apprehended them.
The array ceased to shine, unable to interfere with Qin Ming’s actions, as Li Qingyun and ng Xinghai entered the scene.
“Protect the life-extending Treasure dicine—the Blood Grape Vine.” Yu Gen Sheng warned, fearing mbers of the Blood Immortal Organization would destroy the rare Big dicine in a desperate move.
Hundreds of black-clad hearts sank, their eyes fixated on the four figures stepping forward, feeling an overwhelming pressure suffocating them.
In the night sky, after one hundred seventy exchanges, Qin Ming imnsely enjoyed the experience, acknowledging the high standard of a true grandmaster, nodding to the other’s skill.
He struck fiercely, realizing further endurance was futile, deploying Miao Techniques one after another.
His continuous strikes with the Mixed Elent Blade Light resulted in the six phoenixes crying out one after another, fading away, with cracks appearing on the Divine Fire Lamp.
Imdiately, Qin Ming used Thunder Pattern Weaving Heaven, locking the Void, halting the Treasure Lamp, and seizing it.
He carefully sensed it, discovering within the lamp, Sun Divine Fire and Nanming Lihuo, its Spiritual essence dense; he did not intend to reforge this treasure but to absorb the lamp’s fire, refining the rare Tao Rhythm into his Heart Lamp.
Since mastering “Primordial,” he could not only manifest creations from one lamp, illuminating all dharmas, but also gather myriad things, using Creation to supplent the Heart Lamp.
Ultimately, despite Zhou Zhengran exhausting all his ans, with his Pure Yang Spirit Light even burning, he could not defeat Qin Ming, instead being bound by “Thunder Pattern Weaving Heaven,” fixed in the Void.
Subsequently, the thunder patterns exploded, roaring one after another, causing the Blood Immortal Organization’s grandmaster to scream wretchedly as his body was torn apart, followed by his Pure Yang Consciousness.
It is said Pure Yang is difficult to extinguish, yet Zhou Zhengran was trapped by Qin Ming in the Void with thunder patterns, unable to escape, slain repeatedly, powerless to recover.
During this, Qin Ming compelled confessions, using resonance techniques to capture his thoughts.
At last, the bloodstained grandmaster Zhou Zhengran turned to ashes, his form and spirit utterly shattered.
Not long after, a fire erupted in the Blessed Land, exterminating the hundred black-clad figures, not a single assassin escaping.
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