51: Wait a minute! Brother, let's talk!

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind him.

Guan Long's pupils contracted into pinpricks.

He rolled clumsily on the ground, barely dodging a dark shadow that lunged at him from behind.

The straight blade flew past his scalp and slammed heavily onto the concrete ground not far away, actually creating a deep pit.

It was too fast.

It was so fast that the Purple Zombie didn't even have time to step forward and defend.

If he hadn't dodged just now, he would have been split in two!

Guan Long scrambled to his feet, sharply turned his head, and stared intently at the figure: "Night Watcher?"

Lu Ming glanced at him and calmly uttered two words: "Turtle's grandson!"

"You're asking for death!"

Guan Long instantly flew into a rage; it was bad enough that this guy attacked him sneakily, but he was also putting on airs!

But Lu Ming didn't spare him another glance.

He turned and walked to Zhao Li's SUV, exerted force with his fingers, and forcefully tore open the jammed seatbelt.

He leaned into the deformed driver's seat, reached out and put his arm around Zhao Li's waist, and picked her up: "Are you hurt?"

Zhao Li subconsciously tensed her body, her cheeks flushing a light red, as if painted with rouge by the morning light.

"I...I'm fine..." Zhao Li completely avoided meeting his eyes, and even less dared to imagine the expressions of Wang Yaowen and Lin Haowen.

She buried her head tightly in Lu Ming's embrace; the 1.75-meter tall, aloof older sister actually seemed like a fragile young girl.

"Thump thump... thump thump... thump thump..."

Her heart pounded like a startled deer.

"Team Leader Lu!"

Wang Yaowen and Lin Haowen's eyes widened the moment they saw Lu Ming.

They were stunned for two seconds, then their eyes erupted with the joy of surviving a disaster.

After climbing out of the car, Wang Yaowen finally saw Zhao Li, who was clinging to Lu Ming like a small bird.

He rubbed his eyes hard, then tugged at Lin Haowen's arm beside him: "Holy crap, Haowen, look! Big Sister actually blushed?!"

Lin Haowen pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses also filled with surprise.

Having worked together for so long, Zhao Li had always been an ice queen; let alone blushing, even times when her tone softened were few and far between.

The shy look she had while buried in Lu Ming's arms right now was like a completely different person.

He cleared his throat twice: "Don't talk nonsense, Big Sister might just have poor circulation."

Teased by the two of them, Zhao Li's face grew even hotter.

"Lu...Lu Ming, put me down."

She tried hard to compose herself, her voice muffled but with a hint of annoyed nasality.

Guan Long looked at the dazzling scene before him, his lungs almost exploding with rage, a surge of malevolence rushing from his feet to the top of his head: "Are you two... are you f*cking pretending I don't exist!!"

The woman he had meticulously set his sights on not only treated him with icy indifference, but was actually showing this kind of expression in another man's arms?

Lu Ming frowned and put Zhao Li down: "I'll be right back."

Guan Long's malevolent eyes stared intently at Lu Ming's face, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"You're the Night Watcher Lu Ming who's been causing such a stir recently? I've heard of you."

"They all say you're quite a figure, but in my opinion, you just haven't met me yet."

Previously, his uncles and masters had warned him to be careful of a Night Watcher named Lu Ming, but Guan Long hadn't taken it seriously at all.

So what if it's the Night Watch Division? So what about Lu Ming? Does a turtle in shallow water dare to call itself a true dragon?

Lu Ming patted Zhao Li's arm, signaling her to step back, and then took a step forward himself.

"Now you've met me, so what?"

No emotion could be heard in Lu Ming's voice; his fingers gently stroked the hilt of his blade, a blade he had exchanged for anew at the Night Watch Division, and which had yet to taste blood.

"Good, you're arrogant enough! I'll let you know in a moment — not every insignificant nobody can be called a prodigy!!!"

Guan Long was stung by Lu Ming's indifferent attitude and violently shook his corpse bell, making it jingle loudly.

The Purple Zombie, on the verge of evolving into a Flying Zombie, roared and pounced, its massive body stirring up gusts offishy wind; where its fist wind swept, the loose stones on the ground were sent flying everywhere.

But Lu Ming neither dodged nor retreated; the moment the Purple Zombie got close, the straight blade in his right hand suddenly drew out, and blood-red electric arcs crackled all around.

"Sssshh —"

A blood-red crescent flashed by.

Thunder and corpse qi collided, and the Purple Zombie let out a shrill cry of pain; its entire arm was severed, and black mist billowed from the wound.

"My precious!" Guan Long's eyes were bloodshot, filled with both rage and fear.

The Purple Zombie, which was invulnerable to blades and spears, was wounded by Lu Ming in just one encounter.

One must know, that was a terrifying physical body approaching that of a Fourth Realm Body Cultivator!

What kind of monster was this guy!

At this moment, Guan Long was already contemplating retreat, and he was just about to recall the Purple Zombie.

Lu Ming suddenly moved.

His figure was like a ghost, almost closing in at the same time the Purple Zombie let out its pained roar.

The concrete ground beneath his feet shattered, and using this recoil, he transformed into a blurry afterimage, lunging straight at Guan Long.

"Trying to run? Too late!"

Lu Ming's voice, carrying a strong gust of wind, slammed into Guan Long; blood-red electric arcs still crackled on the straight blade in his hand, and the sharp hiss of the blade cutting through the air sent shivers down one's spine.

"Wait!!! Brother, let's talk!!!"

Guan Long only felt a blur before his eyes, and the blade's shadow, imbued with lightning, was already upon him, scaring him out of his wits; he instinctively summoned the Purple Zombie to block in front of him.

"Clang!"

The straight blade struck the Purple Zombie's body, sparks flying, interspersed with blood-red electric light.

The Purple Zombie's massive body, in the lightning, was like rotten wood being split open; the straight blade, carrying unparalleled force, cut from its head all the way down its spine.

A "slish" sound of tearing cloth mixed with the crisp snap of bones, and black corpse blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over Guan Long.

The two halves of the corpse fell to the ground, still twitching slightly, internal organs mixed with black viscous fluid oozing from the severed edges, emitting a nauseating stench.

Guan Long stood rooted to the spot, drenched in the Purple Zombie's corpse blood, a piece of shredded flesh with white hair still clinging to his face.

His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape, but he couldn't make any sound.

That was his Purple Zombie, cultivated with three years of painstaking effort and countless resources, his proud capital, an existence capable of directly confronting a peak Third Realm expert!

But now, it lay on the ground like a cut-open dead fish, utterly pathetic.

"No...impossible..." Guan Long's voice trembled uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and despair, "This is impossible..."

Lu Ming slowly withdrew the straight blade; the blood-red electric arcs on the blade gradually subsided, leaving only a cold, icy gleam.

He walked step by step towards Guan Long, each step like treading on Guan Long's heart.

Lu Ming shook off the corpse blood from his blade, and the cold blade rested against Guan Long's face as he asked: "I'm sorry, your precious is dead. Come on, say it again, who do you think is the insignificant nobody?"

Just then.

An old and hoarse voice came from deep within the factory, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Youngster, spare his life!"