How Strong Was Yang Ming, Really?

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The autumn wind was clear, the autumn moon bright; fallen leaves gathered, then scattered again, while cold crows settled and took flight once more.

Fallen leaves spiraled through the air as blood drizzled down upon the earth.

In the blink of an eye, life and death had been decided. A Millennium Mountain Ridge Giant Ape collapsed helplessly into a pool of blood.

Roar!

The hatred etched into their bones for humanity, the sight of one of their kind dying before them, and the pervasive scent of blood instantly enraged the other nine Millennium Soul Beasts nearby.

Yang Ming and the others were currently in the outer region of the Star Dou Great Forest. The nine Millennium Soul Beasts before them were all between one thousand and three thousand years old, still within a manageable range.

Even so, the pressure radiated by nine Millennium Soul Beasts together was not something an ordinary Soul Grandmaster could withstand.

Oscar hid within the Iron Triangle's protective perimeter, swallowing hard as his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Oscar knew his own limits. Yang Ming had just killed a Millennium Soul Beast cleanly and efficiently, but if it had been him, even one Millennium Soul Beast breaking through the Iron Triangle's defense could have easily killed him a hundred times over.

Roar!

Amid a furious roar, a yellow flash streaked through the forest.

A Lightning Saber-Toothed Tiger pounced toward them, yellow arcs of electricity flickering all over its body. Its one-meter-long saber fangs protruded from its upper jaw, razor-sharp and menacing.

However, the creature was crafty. Knowing Yang Ming was not someone to provoke, it took advantage of the other eight Millennium Soul Beasts tying him down and chose to charge straight into the Iron Triangle's perimeter.

Yang Ming's Three-Tomoe spun rapidly as he caught