68: Come, chop here, I guarantee you'll die

"It's fine, I'm okay, but you're about to be in big trouble." Wang Hao stared at Lu Ming with a sinister expression, his chest heaving up and down.

Alright, alright, so he's a speed bump, huh?

That settles it. He'll chop this brat into a speed bump in a bit!

He finally understood why his elder sister hated this little beast so much, to the point of gritting her teeth.

Such a big person, and you call him a speed bump?

Are you kidding me?

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Wang Hao had made ample preparations before coming for revenge, and Lu Ming's characteristics were already firmly etched in his mind.

This brat's spell cultivation was only at the late-stage of the third realm; purely in terms of spell strength, Wang Hao could unilaterally crush him.

But the problem was that this brat was also a body cultivator at the early-stage of the fourth realm.

Cultivating both magic and body indeed gave him the capital to be arrogant.

However, Wang Hao was completely unafraid; his four-star talent, the Mystic Tortoise Armor, was simply a perfect counter to this brat.

Fast speed, strong physique.

None of that mattered in the face of his absolute defense!

As long as this brat couldn't break his defense immediately, he could easily create distance and kite him to death.

As for whether Lu Ming could quickly break his Mystic Tortoise Armor's defense... Hahaha, don't make him laugh, buddy.

Even the monstrous strength of a late-stage fourth realm Nether race couldn't break it, let alone this brat who was merely at the early-stage of the fourth realm.

So, it was a guaranteed win.

He could win, but Wang Hao wanted to save some time.

According to his pre-planned script, this brat, upon seeing someone blocking his path, would at least stop his car and start yelling.

At that point, he would catch him off guard, raise his Mystic Iron Blade, and cut him down, and it would be over.

Who knew this little beast would be so decisive, not even asking about his identity, and directly going for a death-charge!

He was truly endlessly sinister!

Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling, hiding in the shadows, saw her younger brother use his body to stop Lu Ming's car, and quickly darted out from behind.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, sealed off all of Lu Ming's escape routes.

"Haha, you little beast, didn't expect this, did you!"

But contrary to the panic she hoped to see, Lu Ming merely shrugged slightly, his expression calm.

"Oh, it's you, you dead fat pig. Are you also here to cosplay as a speed bump?"

"I think there's no need; a crash barrier suits you better."

Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's eyes instantly blazed with fury.

"You little beast, even facing death, you're still as sharp-tongued as ever!"

"Don't worry, later I'll smash your mouth to a pulp, bit by bit. I want to see if it's really that tough."

"Sister, stop wasting words on him!" Wang Hao drew his Mystic Iron Blade, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

In his opinion, Lu Ming was already a corpse.

"You are Lu Ming, right? My name is Wang Hao."

"As you can see, I'm here today to seek justice for my elder sister. If you kneel and surrender, I'll give you a quick death."

Lu Ming burst out laughing on the spot.

What the hell? Could a human actually say something like that?

"Okay, okay, come at me."

Lu Ming's laughter carried undisguised mockery.

He even took half a step back, raised his hand in a 'please' gesture, and deliberately patted his own chest: "Come on, hack right here. Guaranteed death."

"Still daring to be cheeky when facing death?"

Wang Hao was thoroughly enraged by this dismissive attitude. The Mystic Iron Blade spun fiercely in his hand, its blade cutting through the air with a low 'hum'.

Lu Ming's smile instantly vanished, his face becoming incredibly grim.

"Cheeky? Weren't you the one being cheeky first?"

"This is truly annoying. Kneel and surrender? Do you have the audacity for that?"

"If you're seeking revenge, then seek revenge. Don't act like you're some great, righteous hero! If you have the ability, come and kill me. If you don't, then be killed by me. Why all the extra talk?"

"You!" Wang Hao's defenses instantly crumbled, the hand holding the Mystic Iron Blade trembling.

Although anger clouded half of his rationality, he didn't forget his pre-planned strategy.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power of a late-stage fourth realm cultivator suddenly erupted, a pale green spiritual light spreading along the blade.

Three half-foot-long wind blades whizzed towards Lu Ming's forehead.

Seeing the situation, Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling, who was nearby, immediately activated her spiritual power and formed hand seals.

The soil beneath Lu Ming's feet instantly turned soft.

Two giant hands, condensed from mud and sand, burst out of the ground, coiling around Lu Ming's ankles like venomous snakes, pulling him downwards.

"Hahahaha, you little beast, can you fly or something? Brother, increase the output!!!"

Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's laughter was as grating as a broken gong, her fleshy cheeks jiggling with her laughter, her eyes filled with the delight of revenge.

"I told you long ago, this isn't over! As long as I, Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling, am alive, I will never let you have an easy time."

Lu Ming lowered his gaze to glance at the giant mud-sand hands wrapped around his ankles, but his face showed no trace of panic.

A sneer curled his lips: "In that case, you might as well die then!!!"

As soon as his words fell, a dazzling crimson lightning burst forth from his body.

And then, he simply floated up lightly.

"Ah!!! You can fly! How can you fly!!!"

Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's face drastically changed, and even Wang Hao's composure was gone.

Before Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's cry of alarm had even landed, Lu Ming in the air had already swooped down like a hawk.

Crimson lightning coiled around his body, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling.

Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's pupils constricted. She found that her body was completely unable to move under that violent and destructive pressure.

"Brother, save me!!!"

"Sister!" Wang Hao's eyes were bloodshot. He no longer cared about his original kiting plan. The Mystic Iron Blade, imbued with pale green spiritual power, slashed fiercely towards the diving Lu Ming.

He saw clearly that the crimson lightning around Lu Ming's body contained a violent power that could tear apart defenses. If that strike truly landed on Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling, his elder sister would undoubtedly die!

Yet, even with such a ferocious strike, Lu Ming didn't even turn his head, only raising his left hand.

"Hiss!"

A crisp sound.

The three-foot golden blade light of the Demon Subduing Nine Blades was unleashed.

The golden blade light, like a blazing sun breaking through clouds, cleaved towards Wang Hao with the power to tear space.

Wang Hao's pupils contracted. He could feel the terrifying power contained within this blade light.

He dared not hold back any longer. He rapidly formed hand seals in front of his chest, spiritual power surged wildly around him, and layers of greenish-blue light patterns appeared on his body.

"Mystic Tortoise Armor!"

With his low roar, a light screen resembling a tortoise shell unfolded before him.

"Clang—!"

After the golden blade light and the greenish-blue light screen violently collided, the light screen remained intact, but Wang Hao's body was sent retreating by the immense force.

It was during this momentary pause that Lu Ming had already closed in on Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling.

Crimson lightning condensed into a sharp lightning spear in his palm, pointing directly at Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's glabella.

"Brother!!!"

Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling panicked.

Lu Ming looked at the fat face filled with terror, his eyes devoid of any ripples: "You just said that as long as you're alive, you'll never let me have an easy time? Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"No! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling trembled uncontrollably, tears mixed with snot streaming down her face. Her formerly arrogant, broken-gong voice was now nothing but a whimper.

"I swear, I'll never provoke you again!!!"