216: Laugh at all living things as if they were grass

"Saint Ming, you've hidden yourself quite well!"

Uncle Ji Lian's face was filled with apprehension as he looked at the extremely unfamiliar Saint Ming before him.

"Uncle Ji Lian, you dared to plot against me, you deserve to die!"

Saint Ming's gaze instantly shifted to Uncle Ji Lian. He shuddered just thinking about it; that Formation Flag was truly evil, and to this day, he still couldn't force it out of his Physical Body.

And just now, under the suppression of the Formation Flag, he couldn't use any power!

The next moment, his figure vanished from its spot. Uncle Ji Lian's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to make a move, Saint Ming already appeared in front of him and struck out with a palm. The latter was sent flying without even a chance to resist.

Saint Ming wouldn't let him off so easily. He took a light step forward, and his figure appeared behind Uncle Ji Lian, kicking out again. This repeated several times, and in a short while, Uncle Ji Lian had endured dozens of attacks.

Wu Luo and the others felt their scalps tingle. Even if Uncle Ji Lian was weak, he was still a Three-Step Quasi-Emperor, yet now he was being toyed with by Saint Ming like a ball, without even the power to resist.

Soon after severely injuring Uncle Ji Lian, Saint Ming directly grabbed his neck. Then, from within the blood mist, blood-colored tentacles surged out, instantly rushing into Uncle Ji Lian's body.

"Ah!!!"

Uncle Ji Lian let out a tragic roar.

"This guy is really strong!"

Xu Duoduo's figure appeared beside Wu Luo at some unknown time, and A Hui also flew back from a distance.

"Young Master, it's dangerous here, you should stay further away!"

Wu Luo's expression changed in alarm, and he quickly advised.

"No matter! I have my own means of self-preservation! When you all start fighting, I will naturally stay further away!"

Xu Duoduo waved his hand.

Wu Luo breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

The moment he saw Efeng, he understood the strength of the Xu Family. This Family was definitely a hidden giant-level force. Perhaps by following such a Family, the Ancient Martial Emperor Sect would usher in a new life.

Therefore, even if this battle was lost, he had to ensure Xu Duoduo's safety!

"Young Master, should we make a move?" Wu Luo asked.

"No need!"

Xu Duoduo smiled faintly. He was Cultivating Gu, and he wanted to see what stage Saint Ming would reach after absorbing Uncle Ji Lian's cultivation.

Anyway, with Saint Ming's strength, he wouldn't be able to stir up much trouble in front of him!

"Spare me!"

Feeling his vitality and power disappear, Uncle Ji Lian became afraid. Fear made him beg for mercy.

"Spare you?"

"To die for my Dao, it is your honor!"

Saint Ming revealed a chilling smile.

"Stop!"

Just at this moment, a deep shout rang out, shaking the heavens and earth. Besides Wu Luo and the other Quasi-Emperors above Three Steps, everyone present felt their blood Qi surge, and their expressions instantly changed.

Immediately after, a powerful purple lightning bolt struck towards Saint Ming.

Saint Ming's expression changed. Without thinking, he threw Uncle Ji Lian out.

"How dare you!"

The owner of the purple lightning clearly hadn't expected such a turn of events, and a hint of panic appeared in his voice, but it was too late to retract the purple lightning.

"Pfft!"

Uncle Ji Lian was first drained of one-third of his vitality and cultivation by Saint Ming, and now he was struck by the purple lightning. His entire Physical Body developed cracks, and he instantly fainted.

"You're courting death!"

Just as Uncle Ji Lian fainted, a Purple-Robed Old Man stepped through the Void Realm and caught Uncle Ji Lian.

Seeing his injuries, the Purple-Robed Old Man quickly fed him a Medicinal Pill, then looked at Saint Ming with a furious expression.

With a single step, it was as if the galaxy shifted, heaven and earth transformed. Surging blood Qi rose into the sky, and his aura was incomparably domineering, causing ripples of terrifying power to erupt in the surrounding Void Realm, as if his appearance could overturn everything!

"It's him!"

Wu Luo's eyes narrowed coldly!

"Ji Lian Family Ancient Ancestor, Ji Liantian!"

A Quasi-Emperor recognized the Old Man, his face changing drastically as he exclaimed in shock!

"What?"

He hadn't expected this Old Man to be the Ancient Ancestor of the Ji Lian Family, a Four-Step Quasi-Emperor!

"Ji Liantian, you're the one who's going to die!"

After absorbing part of Uncle Ji Lian's cultivation, Saint Ming's cultivation faintly Broke Through to the Middle Stage of Five Steps.

"Bastard!"

Ji Liantian looked at Wu Luo and the others, questioning, "Everyone, Saint Ming is clearly a Human Race traitor. How can you allow this villain to harm his own kind?"

"I'm not his father, what does it have to do with me?"

Wu Luo retorted directly. Uncle Ji Lian plotted against the Ancient Martial Emperor Sect, and he didn't believe Ji Liantian was unaware.

"You..."

Ji Liantian suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Now that the traitor is before us, I will represent the Human Race in eliminating this Human Race scoundrel. If you don't want to help, then stay further away."

As Ji Liantian spoke, he drew a line with one hand, creating a large Formation to protect Uncle Ji Lian within it, and then he commanded his Natal Divine Weapon to attack Saint Ming!

"This Old Fella is truly sanctimonious!"

Wu Luo looked at Ji Liantian, who was already clashing with Saint Ming, and couldn't help but curl his lips!

"Young Master, please stay further away. This Old Man must make a move, otherwise, if the people from the Heaven Suppression Hall come knocking in the future, this Old Man will have trouble explaining!"

Wu Luo said.

Xu Duoduo nodded, understanding the intricacies of the Dao!

The Heaven Suppression Hall, this was a major power from the Central Heaven Divine Continent, with three subordinate halls: Demon Suppression, Devil Suppression, and Ghost Suppression. It was said to be an Alliance force formed by various major Human Race powers in ancient times.

There was once an Alliance agreement that if people from the Demon, Devil, or Nether Three Realms appeared within Human Race territory, the nearby powerhouses must suppress them, otherwise, it would be considered an enemy of the Heaven Suppression Hall.

Even the Ancient Martial Emperor Sect could not defy this order.

At this moment, let alone Wu Luo, even the Quasi-Emperors who were watching the show had to step forward and suppress Saint Ming!

"Niu Ge, you go too!"

Xu Duoduo said.

Saint Ming, after becoming a Five-Step Quasi-Emperor, was too strong. Even Ji Liantian, a Four-Step Quasi-Emperor, couldn't contend with him.

"This Old Fella's intentions aren't pure!"

Xu Duoduo looked at Ji Liantian, frowning. The Ji Lian Family was an Emperor Family, yet this guy didn't use an Emperor Weapon at this moment, clearly harboring ill intentions.

At this moment, above the sky, it was like the end of the world. Terrifying energy swept across hundreds of millions of miles. This was the true terror of a Quasi-Emperor!

"Nine Revolutions Overlord Fist!"

"Nine Heavens Thunder Control Art!"

"Glazed Light Divine Palm!"

"Heavenly Desolation Cloud Shattering Void!"

...Wu Luo and the others simultaneously unleashed their respective Divine Abilities. Various terrifying Divine Ability phenomena intertwined, covering an area of tens of millions of miles.

And facing so many terrifying Divine Abilities, even Saint Ming felt threatened.

"Blood God's Protection!"

He clasped his hands together, and from within the blood mist, tentacles once again emerged, then intertwined to form a giant blood-colored giant, a hundred thousand zhang in size.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Extremely terrifying offensive techniques continuously bombarded the blood-colored giant, producing resounding bangs.

"Blood God Diagram!"

Seeing cracks appearing on the blood-colored giant, Saint Ming dared not be careless and quickly unleashed a killing technique. A blood diagram that blotted out the sky suddenly hung above the blood-colored giant, then a blood-colored light shot out and landed on the giant.

"Blood God Spear!"

Saint Ming roared, his voice echoing across tens of millions of miles of heaven and earth.

Roar!!!

The blood-colored giant roared. As its right hand lifted, a long spear imbued with killing power condensed, releasing countless blood-colored divine rays.

Boom!

The blood-colored divine spear was thrown out, and terrifying offensive power continuously poured down at this moment.

Wu Luo and the others' pupils suddenly constricted. They felt a chill run down their spines, and a strong sense of deadly danger instantly surged into their hearts.

"Block it for me!"

The seven Quasi-Emperors' expressions turned fierce, and they directly unleashed their trump cards. Seven terrifying beams of light instantly burst forth, fiercely clashing with the blood-colored divine spear.

"Boom, rumble, rumble!"

An earth-shattering roar exploded between heaven and earth. A terrifying shockwave, centered on the collision point of the eight great Divine Abilities, instantly spread in all directions!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

None of the eight Quasi-Emperors fared well. Struck by the shockwave, they were instantly sent flying, continuously spitting out blood as they were thrown back.

The three most unlucky One-Step Quasi-Emperors were even more severely injured, completely losing their combat power, and smashed towards the Fallen God Mountain Range below.

Although Wu Luo and the others were in better condition, they were also severely injured. After stabilizing themselves, their first action was to consume Medicinal Pills.

Saint Ming, on the other hand, fell into the chaotic crowd below. At this moment, he no longer concealed himself. Blood-colored tentacles reached out towards Martial Artists, one by one.

They instantly pierced through their bodies, devouring them to recover from his injuries.

In a short time, hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives at his hands.

"Old Ancestor!"

Among them were people from the Nether God Holy Land. They looked on in disbelief!

"Don't blame me, it's all your fate!"

"The Martial Dao Realm is like this. The weak will always be the cultivation resources of the strong."

Saint Ming's tone was calm. At this point, he was too lazy to pretend to be a good person anymore, and his attacks became even more ruthless!

"Old scoundrel!"

"I'm not reconciled! I curse you to die a terrible death!"

"Old scoundrel, I served you for a hundred cycles in vain! You will sooner or later suffer divine retribution!"

"..."

"Hahaha! Curse away! This Old Ancestor is listening!"

"Having sought the Dao for hundreds of cycles, I laugh as I see all living beings as mere grass! This Old Ancestor has no regrets!"

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