69: Your eldest sister has been sacrificed to the gods, so you should be able to get a lot of bonuses, right?

I was wrong.

I won't dare again.

There won't be a next time.

Please forgive me just this once.

I admit I made a mistake, but aren't you also a little bit responsible?

...A woman's apologies are always the same few phrases.

To borrow the words of a certain senior named Chen—she doesn't know she's wrong; she knows she's about to die.

Lu Ming was not a bloodthirsty person.

In the past, Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling, without distinguishing right from wrong, tried to suppress and kill him.

That was one death!

Today, she brought Wang Hao to ambush him.

That was two deaths.

He didn't kill Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling that day because he considered her identity as an Inspector.

However—as the saying goes, things don't happen a third time.

To prevent this woman from dancing on his minefield a third time.

He might as well send her on her way first!

“Pfft!”

A lightning spear pierced her forehead.

The terror and pleading on Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's face solidified into an eternal freeze-frame.

Her bloodshot eyes were still wide open, as if she hadn't yet realized that death would come so quickly.

Her corpulent body stiffened for a moment before collapsing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from the crevices of the lightning spear, quickly spreading into a dark red puddle on the ground.

Lu Ming raised his hand and pulled out the lightning spear; the lightning dissipated, leaving only the blood-stained spear tip gleaming coldly.

He looked at Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling, who lay on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Those who kill will be killed!

“Big… Big Sister!”

When Wang Hao saw this scene, his pupils suddenly constricted into pinpricks, and he became like a frenzied beast, his eyes blood red.

“Beast!!! You beast!!!”

“You dare to kill my Big Sister!!! What a vicious beast!!!”

Wang Hao's roar was like a wild animal's, shaking the surrounding air.

The Mystic Iron Blade in his hand trembled violently, and light green spiritual energy uncontrollably leaked out.

The “humming” sound of the blade slicing through the air was piercingly sharp, and the broken stones on the ground were stirred up and bounced by this violent spiritual energy.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at the blood-dripping lightning spear in Lu Ming's hand. When his gaze swept over Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's wide-open eyes and the spreading bloodstains on the ground, the rage in his chest almost incinerated him whole.

That was his Big Sister, whom he had protected since childhood. Even if she was overbearing, it wasn't for an outsider to end her life in such a cruel way, right in front of him!

Lu Ming turned to look at him, his eyes as cold as ice.

“Idiot, you're allowed to kill me, but I'm not allowed to kill you?”

“Come on, come get your revenge! It's one-on-one now, much fairer.”

Lu Ming glanced at Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling's corpse out of the corner of his eye, then suddenly chuckled, “Hmm, no, your Big Sister was sacrificed, so she should receive quite a few buffs, right? Not fair, not fair.”

The anger on Wang Hao's face suddenly froze, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Big Sister sacrificed... received buffs?

Are those words a human being would say?

“I'll f*** your *******!!!”

“Little beast, I'll tear you to shreds!!!”

Wang Hao violently stomped on the dirt beneath his feet, and he lunged at Lu Ming like an arrow released from a bowstring.

He gripped the Mystic Iron Blade with both hands, and the spiritual energy on the blade condensed into a half-zhang-long green glow, striking directly at Lu Ming's head with the force to split mountains and crack stones.

Although Lu Ming's previous strike was powerful, it precisely confirmed his earlier deduction—

This kid couldn't break his defense at all!

Moreover, how could a four-star martial skill be mastered by a third-realm Transcendent? He estimated that Lu Ming's spiritual energy was probably almost drained.

The hatred of revenge, absolute defense, and the opponent's spiritual energy depletion.

The opportune time, favorable terrain, and human harmony were all on his side now.

Wang Hao had no more reservations. With the Mystic Tortoise Armor on his body, he only wanted to split this beast in half with the fastest speed, to pay for his Big Sister's life.

Lu Ming sidestepped the violent strike; the green glow grazed his clothes and struck the ground, instantly creating a half-foot-deepgully.

But Wang Hao gave Lu Ming no chance to breathe. With a twist of the blade, three more wind blades shot towards Lu Ming's limbs.

At the same time, he stomped his feet rapidly, circling Lu Ming at high speed. The blade shadows of the Mystic Iron Blade wove into an impenetrable green net in the air, each strike aiming at Lu Ming's vital points.

“Little beast, why are you dodging? Aren't you very arrogant?”

He roared while frantically channeling his spiritual energy.

“I'll flay your skin, pull out your tendons, and make you accompany my Big Sister in death!”

Three wind blades again grazed Lu Ming's shoulder, severing the huge tree behind him at the waist, amidst flying wood chips.

Lu Ming threw two lightning spears backhand, enveloped in scarlet lightning, like two fast-moving meteors, heading straight for the Mystic Tortoise Armor around Wang Hao's body.

Seeing this, Wang Hao didn't dodge, a sneer of disdain curling at the corner of his mouth.

Boom!

A thunderclap resounded through the sky, and blood-colored electric arcs scattered.

The tortoise shell on Wang Hao's body flickered majestically, and his figure emerged from the lightning glow completely unharmed.

The defense of this tortoise shell was indeed astonishing; even the suppression effect of the Thunderclap Killing Burst lost its effect.

Wang Hao raised the Mystic Iron Blade in his hand: “Is this all you've got? Then you can die!!”

Lu Ming was enraged.

Turtle shell, is it?

Absolute defense, is it?

He raised his hand and unleashed a stack of Demon Subduing Nine Blades.

A golden blade glow suddenly condensed in Lu Ming's palm, its light, three parts brighter than before, piercing through the gloom of the forest.

The Demon Subduing Nine Blades was originally a top-tier martial skill for restraining evil, breaking defenses, and overcoming strongholds.

Now, after Lu Ming stacked nine blades, the edge of the blade glow even showed faint spatial cracks, carrying the power to tear everything apart, striking directly at Wang Hao's Mystic Tortoise Armor.

The disdain on Wang Hao's face was instantly replaced by solemnity. He hadn't expected the kid to still have spiritual energy to unleash this move.

But he wasn't very flustered, because it had already been proven before.

Even this move couldn't break his defense.

“Clang—!”

The moment the golden blade glow collided with the greenish-blue light curtain, a deafening roar echoed through the mountains, startling birds and scattering fallen leaves.

The light patterns on the Mystic Tortoise Armor flickered violently, and the originally solid light curtain visibly caved in.

But then, light green spiritual energy gushed out like a strong wind.

The golden blade glow completely dissipated, while the tortoise shell remained as before.

“Hahaha, just…”

Wang Hao's voice abruptly stopped, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Because Lu Ming's second blade glow followed closely.

Damn it!

How does this kid still have spiritual energy!

How could Lu Ming give him a chance to breathe?

He stomped his foot on the ground, his figure moving like a shadow, pouring half a bottle of Spirit Nurturing Pills into his mouth, and a vast amount of spiritual energy surged out.

The golden blade glow in his hand condensed again, and the second and third strikes were unleashed consecutively!

Each strike was heavier than the last. Golden blade shadows wove into a sharp, massive net in the air. The blade wind, laden with spiritual energy, continuously impacted the cracks in the Mystic Tortoise Armor.

“You like being a turtle, huh? I'd like to see if your shell is hard enough!”

Lu Ming's voice was as cold as iron, each shout accompanied by a falling blade glow.

The cracks in Wang Hao's Mystic Tortoise Armor grew larger and larger, the light green curtain became increasingly dim. He desperately channeled his spiritual energy, yet could only watch helplessly as the cracks on the light curtain continuously spread.

With a “crack” sound.

Wang Hao seemed to hear the call of the King of Hell.

Once the Mystic Tortoise Armor broke, he knew the defeat was sealed.

Without any hesitation, he turned and fled!

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be wood to burn.

He would return for revenge after obtaining the immortaledge!

This kid was simply not human; his attack, defense, and spiritual energy were all ridiculously strong, making it impossible to fight him.

But no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun Lu Ming's blade glow.

“Pfft!”

The golden blade glow directly sliced off half of his head, and blood gushed out like a spring...