No Explaining the Combo

In the air opposite him.

"You actually have a Superior-Grade Magic Item!"

Chen Zi'ang recognized at a glance that the Blackwind Blade in Qin Ming's hand was anything but ordinary.

For a moment, he was furious and alarmed. "I really never expected this! You actually hid your strength—and hid it so deeply!"

"I underestimated you!"

As he spoke, a superior-grade golden greatsword magic item appeared in his hand.

Chen Zi'ang formed a hand seal and pointed. The golden greatsword above him abruptly expanded more than tenfold!

Golden light flickered, its momentum grand and overwhelming!

"Go!"

A massive golden sword of light, dozens of yards long, came slashing toward Qin Ming with the force of rotting wood swept away!

The surrounding trees were instantly reduced to ash by the sword qi's aftermath!

Chen Zi'ang did not dare be careless either. He immediately used his trump card.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. Watching the greatsword spell bear down on him, he felt not the slightest fear.

Instead, an unprecedented fighting spirit rose within him.

Boom!

Qin Ming unleashed his Vital Energy Force in full. Glazed Armor, nearly solid in form, covered his entire body.

He tapped off the ground and leaped high into the air once more!

Launching himself like a cannonball!

Clang!

The perfected Blood Ignition Saber Technique erupted again!

Qin Ming directly used the seventh form.

Whoosh! Woooo—

The Blackwind Blade in his hand wailed, its Sha Qi icy and biting!

It was only a plain, unadorned slash, yet it carried the full force of Qin Ming's Vital Energy Force!

Flame saber light blanketed the sky, weaving into a hellish sea of fire.

The temperature in the surrounding air soared abruptly.

The two cultivators beside Chen Zi'ang watched the scene with pounding hearts and numb scalps! Without hesitation, each pulled out a superior-grade talisman and hurled it at Qin Ming.

For a moment.

Three immensely powerful spells came at Qin Ming from three directions, arranged in a triangular formation!

Even so, Chen Zi'ang kept his eyes locked tightly on Qin Ming, not daring to lower his guard.

Rumble!

The earth trembled.

The spells collided violently, and a pillar of fire burst into the sky from the center! A towering cloud of thick smoke rose at once.

Clang!

Woooo—

Several black Spirit Seeds suddenly shot out from the thick smoke. Concealed by the haze, they arrived beneath the three men's feet in an instant.

Thorn Art!

Having unleashed their three powerful spells, the trio was peering into the smoke to inspect the situation.

With the powerful divine sense of Late Qi Refining, Chen Zi'ang seemed to sense something wrong and hurriedly shouted, "Retreat!"

He decisively took out a blue talisman and slapped it onto himself. His entire body vanished from where he stood, instantly teleporting thirty yards away.

But the two cultivators at Qi Refining Stage Six and Seven were not so fortunate.

Clusters of black vines instantly sprouted beneath their feet, wrapping them tightly from head to toe.

The two men were horrified and hurriedly tried to activate their mana shields to protect themselves.

Within only a few breaths, poisonous thorns gleaming with strange black light pierced through their defenses and stabbed into their bodies.

Chen Zi'ang panicked and quickly cast a fire spell at the black vines, but it was like a clay ox entering the Sea of Clouds, producing not the slightest effect.

"Why are fire spells useless?!"

The instant the Withered Blood Poison Vine's thorns pierced them, the two cultivators felt a heart-piercing pain drill into their minds!

The mana circulating within their bodies suddenly stalled, and their spellcasting was abruptly interrupted.

Their eyes gradually turned vacant. They gave up struggling, as if some force had pulled their souls from their bodies.

They stood motionless, and before long, dense black vines submerged them.

Within a few breaths.

The two men, who had been full of life just moments ago, were sucked dry into two mummified corpses in an instant, unable to offer even the slightest resistance.

Before long.

The black vines scattered away, turning into two Blood Orbs that fell to the ground.

Chen Zi'ang stared blankly at everything before him, thoughts churning wildly within his heart!

Just then!

A figure slowly emerged from the area at the center of the spell explosion.

Chen Zi'ang came back to his senses and stared fixedly at the other party. His pupils suddenly contracted as if he were facing a mortal enemy.

The smoke dispersed.

Qin Ming's completely unharmed figure gradually emerged.

"How is that possible! You're actually completely unhurt?!" Chen Zi'ang was utterly shocked.

He knew perfectly well how powerful the greatsword technique he had unleashed with nearly all his strength was.

The other man's body-refining technique was already beyond the bounds of his understanding!

"There's definitely something wrong with you!"

"How could a Spirit Farmer at Qi Refining Stage Four possibly be this strong?"

He even began to suspect that the other man had been possessed by some ancient monster.

Chen Zi'ang's eyes darted rapidly, and fear had already taken root in his heart.

Without saying a word, Qin Ming stared coldly at him as though looking at a dead man.

"Uh, Fellow Daoist Qin... y-you see, this is all a misunderstanding." Chen Zi'ang's face went deathly pale. He stammered out an explanation as he slowly backed away.

A chill flashed through Qin Ming's eyes!

He drew his blade and leaped into the air, fiery saber light bursting forth again with a wave of heat!

Whoosh!

The blade light flashed past and arrived before Chen Zi'ang in an instant.

The might of that slash frightened Chen Zi'ang out of his wits.

He did not dare take it head-on. In a panic, he pulled out another golden talisman and slapped it onto himself.

A golden bell-shaped barrier immediately appeared around him, protecting him within.

"This is a superior-grade defensive talisman, the Golden Shield Talisman. It should be able to withstand it, right?"

Chen Zi'ang was deeply uneasy, miserable beyond words, and filled with regret.

He never should have accepted Jiang Kun's job. He had not expected to run into such a hard target this time.

He was truly about to capsize in a gutter.

Bang!

The Blackwind Blade struck the golden bell barrier. It shook violently, but did not break.

Chen Zi'ang inside had just begun to breathe a sigh of relief.

When an even fiercer blade light came crashing in!

Bang!

Crack!

The sound of shattering reached Chen Zi'ang's ears. He hurriedly looked up and saw dense cracks spreading across the top of the barrier. It was about to give way at any moment.

!!!

What monstrous strength was this?!

Even a superior-grade defensive talisman could not withstand it?

"Fellow Daoist Qin, listen to me! Listen to me! That bastard Jiang Kun was the one who ordered it!"

"I was only doing work for him."

"As the saying goes, every grievance has its debtor, every debt has its creditor."

Chen Zi'ang's voice trembled. He was just short of dropping to his knees and begging for mercy.

Seeing that Qin Ming remained completely unmoved, he immediately took flight and fled.

A mocking smile appeared at Qin Ming's lips.

Could someone with that kind of speed possibly escape before him?

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After only several bounding leaps, Qin Ming moved like a ghost and appeared before Chen Zi'ang.

The Blackwind Blade in his hand came chopping down fiercely!

Seeing the danger, Chen Zi'ang raised the golden Dharma Sword in his hand to block!

Clang!

The blow smashed Chen Zi'ang and his sword straight down into the earth below, one of his arms shattered outright by the terrifying force.

Urgh!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Without another word, Qin Ming took out another black Spirit Seed and flicked it downward.

"D-don't... don't..."

Chen Zi'ang was barely breathing and still tried to beg for mercy, but in the blink of an eye, black vines swallowed him whole.

Three breaths later.

A dignified inner disciple of the Spirit Feather Sect, a cultivator at Qi Refining Stage Eight, had been sucked into a desiccated corpse.

The black vines gradually vanished, turning into a Blood Orb.

With a wave of his hand, Qin Ming collected the Blood Orb, the golden sword magic item, and Chen Zi'ang's Storage Bag.

He then took the Blood Orbs and Storage Bags of the other two cultivators as well.

After finishing all this.

He used a fireball spell to destroy the corpses and erase the evidence.

The commotion here had been considerable. People from the Spirit Feather Sect would surely arrive soon.

After confirming that nothing had been left behind, Qin Ming swiftly departed the scene.

Half an incense stick later.

A gigantic Spirit Feather Sect dharma vessel hovered above the site of the battle.

On the dharma vessel, Elder Gu swept the area below with his divine sense. Suddenly, unprecedented gravity appeared on his stern face!

"Who dares commit murder near the Spirit Fields!"

"No!"

"Why is there residual mana aura from disciples of our sect?!"