129: One vs Three

At the end of his words, Liang Ziweng straightened his back, radiating immense confidence.

Su Ming shook his head and said indifferently,

"Stop the nonsense. Hurry up and call out Ying Wuxie. This King doesn't have time to play through games."

Hearing Su Ming's words, the pupils of the three men constricted, looking at Su Ming as if he were a monster.

They no longer cared to ask what playing through games meant, but instead, they cried out in astonished unison,

"How do you know our Hall Master's name!!!"

The Hall Master of Senluo Hall had always been incredibly mysterious to the outside world, with only one codename: Shadow.

Aside from a handful of people within the cult, very few knew Ying Wuxie's full name. How did this Su Ming know it?

"Alright, I don't have time to dawdle with you three small fries. Hurry up and call him out!"

An impatient expression was clearly visible on Su Ming's face.

"Insolent brat!"

Dou Lou let out a sharp cry, clearly enraged by Su Ming's attitude.

"If you want our Hall Master to come out personally, then you must first get past the three of us!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Liang Ziweng's cloudy eyes. With a flick of his sleeve, a black shadow shot out from his cuff without warning, aiming at Su Ming with lightning speed.

Su Ming's eyes narrowed, and he moved like lightning, catching the hidden weapon Liang Ziweng shot at him.

Seeing this, the three Earth-tier masters of Senluo Hall simultaneously showed joy on their faces.

Liang Ziweng's nickname, "Old Poison," was not for nothing. He carried countless highly poisonous items on him, and whenever he fought, he would throw the poisonous creatures like hidden weapons.

Those who didn't understand would instinctively reach out to grab them, only to be bitten by the poisonous creature, eventually dying from the potent venom. Liang Ziweng had used this trick to kill countless martial artists on the jianghu.

Now, seeing Su Ming fall for it, they couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Just as the three had thought, when Su Ming caught the black shadow, he realized it wasn't a hidden weapon at all, but a small snake, only three inches long, with a five-colored, iridescent body.

The small snake flicked its tongue and bit Su Ming's wrist.

Seeing this, Liang Ziweng couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

"Hahahaha!!! Hahaha hahaha!!!"

"What 'calculating everything,' what Martial Dao Ninth Grade master? Now it seems he's nothing more than an arrogant little brat!"

"Kid, let me tell you, if you're bitten by my Kalana Five-Poison Snake, even if you're a Great Grandmaster of Martial Dao Ninth Grade, you'll have to surrender obediently today!"

Shayin, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke in a muffled voice.

"I thought it would be a tough fight, but I didn't expect it to end so quickly. It's a waste that the Hall Master woke me up from my bed."

"You can deal with this kid's corpse. I'm going back to get some more sleep!"

Shayin shook his head, clearly finding this outcome too boring, and began to move his mountain-like body towards the cave entrance.

"Did I say you could leave?"

A cold voice appeared in the ears of the three, and then they saw Su Ming in a black robe appear before Shayin.

"How is that possible!"

Seeing that Su Ming was completely unharmed, the three felt a surge of horror, especially Liang Ziweng, who was utterly incredulous.

No one understood the venom of the Kalana Five-Poison Snake better than him. Once bitten, the venom would spread throughout the body in an instant, making it impossible to move.

"Attack together!"

However, the three were assassins after all, and they reacted in an instant. Without time to think, they attacked simultaneously at Dou Lou's loud command.

Liang Ziweng slammed his hands on the ground, and swarms of venomous snakes surged towards Su Ming like a tide.

Dou Lou stood still, but his hands moved rapidly in the air, and then a puppet silently rushed towards Su Ming.

Seeing Su Ming suddenly appear before him, Shayin felt an inexplicable panic, so his movements were half a beat slower than the other two.

It was in this moment of hesitation that Su Ming also moved.

He unleashed a punch that generated a series of sonic booms in mid-air. Then, half of Su Ming's arm plunged into Shayin's massive, fat-filled belly, with greasy yellow liquid mixed with blood dripping down Su Ming's arm.

Watching Su Ming's entire hand pierce into Shayin's stomach, Dou Lou and Liang Ziweng felt a moment of bewilderment.

Flesh Parasite Shayin was most famous for his defense and recovery ability. Ordinary swords and blades couldn't even break his skin, and even if a treasure weapon could pierce his defense, it would be blocked by layers of thick fat.

But this Su Ming, relying solely on his physical strength, actually severely wounded Shayin with one punch. Even if he was Martial Dao Ninth Grade, wasn't that a bit exaggerated?

And what about the promised poisoning? Did that huge Kalana Five-Poison Snake bite him for nothing?

Thanks to his thick layer of fat, Shayin didn't die immediately. Instead, his eyes turned bloodshot from the intense pain.

"Ah!!!!"

With a deep roar, Shayin raised both fists high, about to smash the short figure in front of him into a meat paste.

"Hmph!"

Su Ming let out a cold snort, and an endless stream of true qi surged from his arm into Shayin's body.

The already massive Shayin now seemed like an inflated balloon, beginning to expand rapidly.

"No... don't!"

Feeling the abnormality in his body, the ferocity in Shayin's eyes turned into terror.

"Bang~!"

The next second, his body could no longer withstand Su Ming's terrifying true qi, and he directly exploded into a shower of minced flesh.

"Shayin!!!"

At the same time, the venomous snakes and puppet released by Dou Lou and Liang Ziweng had already reached Su Ming. A dense, scalp-tingling swarm of snakes surged towards Su Ming, jostling for position.

And the puppet controlled by Dou Lou, suspended in mid-air, extended countless sharp long swords all over its body, then spun rapidly in the air like a high-speed top.

Blood rained down from the sky. Su Ming enveloped his body in true qi, preventing the yellow oil mixed in the blood from staining him.

"The game of make-believe should end now."

Su Ming's face was cold, and his voice was incredibly icy, as if he was speaking to the two opposite him, yet also as if he was talking to himself.

Suddenly, a violent and fierce gale spread outwards from Su Ming, engulfing the entire cave. The swarms of snakes surging towards him on the ground, along with the puppet, were instantly shredded into dust.

The terrifying gale did not stop there; instead, it continued to spread towards Dou Lou and Liang Ziweng.

"You're not Martial Dao Ninth Grade!!! Martial Dao Ninth Grade doesn't have such terrifying strength!!!"

Watching his puppet, forged with countless rare treasures, instantly turn to dust, Dou Lou's veins bulged on his forehead as he roared in disbelief.

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