Capítulo 1228: Chapter 539: Trampling a Generation (Part 4)
The more so belligerents watched, the angrier they beca, the more they thought about it, the more frustrated they felt, staring at that extraordinary and ethereal figure, they felt as if they had swallowed a dead child.
A giant beast with three flood dragon heads spoke: “He’s probably exhausted too, the seven-stringed zither has dimd, and the strings have finally snapped, indicating he’s already reached the end of his strength. Who will seize the opportunity to go up and quickly finish him off?”
However, the Totem Seeds below the Mid Fourth Realm kept quiet, none responded, that killer seed immortal yet too domineering in his moves.
Thinking of the word “killer,” recalling adjectives like rough, vulgar, and unrefined, their hearts skipped a beat—is this where the trouble originated?
They suspected that Qin Ming was ridiculed earlier like this, hence he publicly “showed off his skill,” displaying two forms of art, sweeping the foes strongly here.
In the Totem Camp, those discontented masters, despite repeatedly transmitting ssages, asking if anyone would enter the arena, young people who claid they could counter powerful foes, didn’t respond one by one.
Qin Ming felt a bit regretful, as his ti in this role was almost up, he couldn’t keep racking up battle achievents.
Looking at those cold eyes, the massive figures entwined with blood energy, he could only sigh—all were combat rits, all were treasure dicine and Exotic Gold.
He could break through rules, single-handedly kill eight enemies, and was quite satisfied.
“Brother Ming can kill Grandmasters, yet he still indulges in bullying the weak, truly…” Bai ng shook his head secretly from afar.
Qin Ming sensed sothing, turned and looked back, seemingly discerned his little brother’s thoughts.
He really wanted to say, you don’t yet understand the joy of crushing the weak, mainly because your Taoist level isn’t high enough, lacking dominance.
Clearly, Qin Ming experienced Cao Qianqiu’s mindset, using strength to bully the weak, sweeping across foes indeed invites the world’s disdain, but it fulfills oneself.
Old Cao was indeed strong, back then he provoked several Ancestor Masters who blasted him, showing his terrifying level. He indeed invited hate, erratic moods, followed his whims, passing by so place, if he disliked anyone, would directly strike them dead with a palm.
After sweeping across foes, thinking of Old Cao, Qin Ming felt sothing, sighed involuntarily, “Everyone holds a Cao Qianqiu within their hearts, wishing to overlook the world.”
Seeing Qin Ming look over, Bai ng imdiately waved his hand.
anwhile, he was puzzled and confused, how was Brother Ming able to hide his true essence in front of the elders without being detected.
Naturally, he couldn’t have known about the broken cloth’s existence, which was top secret.
In days gone by, Qin Ming fought Cui Chonghe in Da Yu Imperial City, verifying the broken cloth’s concealing ability, hence this ti upon being summoned by the Golden List, he didn’t worry about exposing flaws in front of the elders.
“I still want to play a strategic ga, is there a Taoist friend ready?” Qin Ming sat cross-legged, unwilling to leave.
Before him, Earth Magnetic Lines intertwined, forming a huge chessboard, while his left and right hands respectively held black and white pieces, ready to place them.
In the Totem Camp, a group of young n was angry, frustrated inwardly, while those young faces in their camp, calr and more “steady” than the previous, all remained silent, no one went to face him.
If they were pushed to the limit, so young Totem Seeds retorted back, saying: “Go ahead if you dare, sever ti, obliterate Taoism, and go yourself!”
Qin Ming said: “If really unable to fight, I can splash ink and paint, have a literary duel, how about it?”
In the Totem Camp, that Five-Colored Beast with a gloomy face spoke: “You imdiately leave the arena!”
Everyone could see Qin Ming was reluctant to leave the battlefield.
This gave people a very strange feeling, obviously a life-and-death fight, risking not being able to return alive after going up, yet he pulled the tension of walking the edge of death on this blood-stained battlefield, completely exploded it, then leveled it.
Qin Ming stood there silently, like a gentle breeze, smoothing out the brutal battle atmosphere, allowing people to temporarily forget the scarlet blood and shattered bones.
“Don’t test my patience, break the rules, take you down!” The Five-Colored Beast coldly threatened.
Qin Ming stared at it, really wanted to say: Don’t rush, I’d co back again!
The Five-Colored Beast’s body flowed with sacred radiance, and its massive form was filled with Grandmaster Level power.
It looked down, said: “What are you looking at, even after twenty years of practice, you might not stand before , not worthy to stand alongside .”
Qin Ming turned around carefreely, morized it for now, intending to revisit it later, towards the outside of the arena.
The Golden List voiced: “The elders fiercely contend for dominance of the age.”
Evidently, it was quite pleased, looked at the Totem Sacred Mountain opposite, said, “The younger generation contests for the future. Just from the present performance, your future is worrying; if you dare disrespect Yujing again, whether your Supre Civilization can continue in the future will be questionable.”
With a wealth of talent under its command, it spoke with great confidence.
Exiting the battlefield, Qin Ming walked towards the edge, facing Yujing’s group, imdiately feeling countless substantial gazes, drawing attention from all sides.
Even the Grandmasters from places like Thunder Marsh Palace, Purple Cloud Cave, Heavenly God Ridge nodded at him, with clear intentions to draw close and align.
“Trying to ask if my master is engaged, or has a Taoist partner? You’d better ask yourself.” Su Mohua was surrounded by people.
In the crowd, Qin Ming saw Tang Yushang, she was still so confident, her snow-white chin raised high, practically “eyes above others,” as if it were Qin Ming who suffered defeat last ti, not her.
Tang Yushang disdainfully targeted, wishing to erase the embarrassing episode of crying and whining.
To this, Qin Ming rely smiled slightly, lightly lifted his foot, exploding Da Tang’s emotions.
Totem Sacred Mountain spoke: “Enough, such exchanges have lost their original aning, let’s duel several final rounds!”
Consecutive losses had made it completely lose patience, producing a bit of unease. In the depths of the Yewu World, pairs of blood-red eyes opened, exuding cold malice, the Totem Civilization originally wanted to be seated at the table, but now it instead worried about being targeted by others.
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