282: Chapter 282 Surrounding and Beating the True Immortal Elder

An Ming laughed, laughing loudly and heartily.

He spread his arms wide as if embracing this world.

“You think I’d be afraid of being stripped away?” An Ming looked at Jiang Hao and the other two, mockery in his eyes.

“I couldn’t wish for anything more.”

An Ming cracked his wrists, immortal light swirling around him. His Aura grew stronger and stronger, brimming with confidence, possessing a peerless, matchless momentum.

“Do you know why I’ve been in a deep sleep for so long? My injuries being too heavy was one aspect, but the other was that the Great Dao of this world has been resisting me.

It was unwilling to be devoured by me. For every bit I integrated, I had to spend effort to suppress it.”

An Ming stared at Jiang Hao with a playful look in his eyes. “Now it’s fine. You’ve helped me strip it away, so I can fight without restraint.

Junior, are you disappointed? After all that effort, you ended up helping me unlock my shackles?”

Jiang Hao looked at him with an expressionless face.

Heavenly Venerable Lingbao and Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi also looked at An Ming, similarly expressionless.

The three of them just watched him as if they were watching a clown.

An Ming frowned.

The panic, anger, and disappointment he expected from Jiang Hao’s group were nowhere to be found!

How could this be? This shouldn't be happening!

“You’re not surprised?” An Ming asked, puzzled.

Jiang Hao smiled and spoke.

“Surprised about what?”

“I—”

“Did you think we couldn't tell you were faking your resistance?”

Jiang Hao interrupted him, looking at him with calm eyes. “Your acting skills are pathetic.”

To be honest, An Ming's acting just now wasn't even as good as Brother Kun or those eighty million staring female celebrities from Jiang Hao's past life.

This acting was too poor; he was clearly a novice with no acting experience.

An Ming was stunned.

“Besides, even if you’ve recovered more of your strength, so what?”

Jiang Hao continued, “We stripped you out not to weaken you, but so we could beat you to death more easily!”

“As for you becoming stronger, do you think that matters?”

Upon hearing this, An Ming's expression changed.

That high-and-mighty smile disappeared; Jiang Hao's words didn't regard him as a threat at all!

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you can die now!” Jiang Hao said indifferently.

Jiang Hao was going to beat this great enemy to death—beat him to death while he was still alive!

An Ming's face darkened.

In all his years of living, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.

Who was he? He was a True Immortal who had traversed many worlds, and he wasn't a weakling even among True Immortals.

Just as he was about to lash out!

Hum!

The entire sky suddenly lit up with four sword lights.

Those four sword lights rose from four directions, each one sharp to the extreme, as if they could sever everything in the world.

The sword lights intertwined, instantly forming a massive sword formation that enveloped heaven and earth.

The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

The authentic Immortal Slaying Grand Formation, used to kill and trap enemies!

Jiang Hao looked at this grand formation, secretly marveling in his heart.

This grand formation was too ingenious.

It could both suppress An Ming and protect the world.

Those sword lights precisely locked onto An Ming without a single bit of energy leaking out.

No matter how the fight went inside, the outside world would not be affected.

Heavenly Venerable Lingbao was truly a talent to be able to come up with such a grand formation.

Truly stunning.

There was nothing else to say.

As soon as the grand formation unfolded, Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi attacked directly. He had endured this enemy for a long time and had wanted revenge for ages!

Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi raised his hand and waved, and a massive seal technique descended from the sky.

Yuanshi Heaven-Turning Seal!

That seal technique was so large it covered the entire sky.

Chaos Qi flowed over the seal, making it look like a divine mountain that had existed since the beginning of time. It carried a momentum that could crush everything as it crashed down toward An Ming.

This Move was too domineering!

There were no fancy tricks, just simplicity—just smashing.

But it was precisely this simplicity that left one with nowhere to hide.

This was Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi's character: he wouldn't act unless necessary, but when he did, it would shake the heavens and earth.

An Ming's expression changed as he raised his hand, and immortal light flashed.

An immortal light seal technique appeared, its power incomparable!

Clearly, it was also a powerful immortal art!

Boom!

The immortal light and the seal technique collided, erupting in a blinding radiance.

An Ming's body jolted, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

This Yuanshi was much stronger than back then!

The little bug who couldn't even withstand a single blow before him back then was now actually able to make him feel pressure.

“Not bad.” An Ming sneered. “Some progress, but not enough.”

Just as his voice fell, a sharp sword light slashed from the side.

Heavenly Venerable Lingbao had made his Move.

He didn't use any fancy Moves, just a single sword strike.

But that sword light was too fast, too sharp, as if it could cut through anything.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Void Realm split silently, too fast for even the space to heal.

An Ming sidestepped to avoid it and raised his hand to strike Lingbao with a palm.

But just as that palm was struck out, a fist had already arrived in front of him.

Jiang Hao attacked, and an invincible fist light flashed!

Against a great enemy like An Ming, there was no need for talk of morality; they would just gang up on him.

Killing him sooner would also cause less destruction.

The Heavenly Emperor Fist was simple and direct, yet it carried an unstoppable dominance.

With one punch, the universe trembled and the Great Dao wailed.

An Ming was forced to withdraw his palm and meet that fist head-on.

Boom!

Immortal light exploded.

An Ming's body retreated several steps in succession.

His expression completely changed.

These three people were much stronger than he had imagined.

That Yuanshi, the one with the sword, and this Jiang Hao...

Each one had the strength to threaten him.

Especially this Jiang Hao; the power of that punch was already enough to wound him.

An Ming didn't have time to think further because three more attacks had arrived.

Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi held a banner, which was his Heavenly Venerable Weapon, the Yuanshi Banner.

Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi gave it a light wave, and the banner swept through the Void Realm, bringing with it an Aura of world-creation.

It was as if Chaos was first opening and heaven and earth were first dividing; everything split apart under this banner.

Heavenly Venerable Lingbao's sword light rose again, with phantoms of the four swords of zhuxian surrounding him, each sword slashing toward An Ming's vitals.

Jiang Hao closed in, delivering Heavenly Emperor Fists one after another. Boundless fist light flashed, covering the sky and earth, each punch carrying the dominance to suppress everything.

The three attacks fell simultaneously.

Boom! Rumble!

The entire Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was trembling.

Immortal light danced, worlds were created, and the Great Dao seemed to be being ground away!

People outside couldn't see what was happening inside at all.

They could only see terrifying lights flickering and hear sky-shaking roars echoing, as if a new world was being forged!

The Human Race of the Dao Xuan Realm hid in various places, looking up at the dazzling light and terrifying commotion in the sky, their hearts in their throats.

“I can’t see clearly, I can’t see anything at all...”

“Lord Savior must win, he must win...”

Countless humans prayed silently in their hearts.

The Yimo Clan was also praying over there.

They knelt on the ground, bowing toward the sky.

“Go, Saint Ancestor! The Saint Ancestor is invincible!”

Even though their Saint Ancestor had just gone mad and killed many of them.

If the Saint Ancestor won, they at least had a chance to live. If the Human Race's Savior won, they would certainly die!

So they could only pray for their own Saint Ancestor to win.

Unfortunately, things did not go as the Yimo Clan prayed. Not long after...

Boom!

A figure flew backward out of that mass of light.

It was An Ming.

His chest was caved in significantly, he was wounded in many places, and immortal blood was spraying all around him!