“If this is all a fifth-tier expert can do, then you might as well go to hell,” Yang Ming said coldly.
He unleashed his power, like a bolt of golden lightning, and launched an attack.
Its aura surged, and its figure seemed to connect with the surrounding heaven and earth, with every move carrying the power of heaven and earth.
Lu Ziming's expression darkened, seemingly provoked by Yang Ming's arrogance.
"court death!"
He roared and thrust out his long sword like a venomous snake, unleashing six strikes in a short span of time, each one more powerful than the last.
The boundless light of the soul transformed into sword energy, surging up wave after wave, pressing down on Yang Ming with the force of a storm.
This time, Lu Ziming fully demonstrated the power of a fifth-tier expert.
Yang Ming, who had previously been able to withstand an attack, was completely unable to defend himself.
He wielded his knife with lightning speed, each strike simple, direct, and brutal, devoid of any frills.
But with the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, it possesses an invincible and unstoppable aura.
The roar was like thunder.
Yang Ming blocked the first sword, the second sword, and the third sword. Finally, the short sword in his hand shattered, and the remaining violent sword energy engulfed his figure.
The golden light emanating from him was shattered layer by layer, becoming fragmented and broken.
The next second, the remaining sword energies slashed across his body, as if dismembering him.
Bang!
Yang Ming fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
A cold smile appeared on Lu Ziming's lips: "Hmph, overestimating yourself."
He swept his gaze across the crowd with a fierce look in his eyes: "Next... it's your turn!"
"It's not over yet!"
Yang Ming's furious shout suddenly rang out.
"What!?"
Yang Ming suddenly sprang up from the ground and roared, "Borrowing the power of heaven and earth!"
Sizzle!
A blinding golden light shot into the sky once more, transforming into a bolt of golden lightning that hurtled towards Lu Ziming.
"I refuse to believe you won't die this time!!" Lu Ziming was furious. As a fifth-level expert, failing to kill a fourth-level expert twice in a row was an utter disgrace.
Most importantly, spirits are worth a lot of money at burial sites!
So much spiritual energy—if used to slay monsters, how much money could it fetch?!
What's the point of beheading Yang Ming? He's not even dead yet. What's the difference between this and burning money?
"Wind Sword Stance!"
Lu Ziming unleashed nine sword strikes in an instant. The nine sharp sword lights shot out like a tornado, then slowly merged into one in mid-air, eventually turning into a single sword.
A powerful storm of sword blades swept through.
Yang Ming, still on his run, was struck instantly. This time, his protective golden light shattered like a mirror, and his body was sent flying like a rag doll.
Watching Yang Ming fall to the ground, Lu Ziming sneered, "He should be dead by now, right?"
Just as he was about to make a move against the crowd.
Yang Ming's roar rang out again in the arena: "Borrow strength from heaven and earth once more!"
Sizzle!
A dazzling golden light shot into the sky once again.
"What!? It's still alive?" Lu Ziming's eyes were filled with disbelief. What kind of monster is this?
Could it be that I've been in the burial ground for too long and have become out of touch with the outside world?
When did it become so difficult for a fifth-tier expert to kill someone?
Fang Xiu's eyes revealed a hint of interest. Fate truly lived up to its name. If it were the previous Corpse-Suppressing Pearl, it would have been unable to withstand the fifth-order Mind Light.
But now that the Corpse-Suppressing Pearl has been strengthened by the Corpse Lake and its status has been improved, it is now immune to the damage from the Light of the Mind.
"Lu Ziming! Prepare to die!" Yang Ming unleashed his bare fists with tremendous force. With the support of the power of heaven and earth, his fists seemed to contain a volcano about to erupt, radiating golden light and unleashing a terrifying torrent of power.
Boom!
The air currents within a radius of several meters surged violently around him, as if the earth itself had been compressed three inches by the force of his punch.
Yang Ming seemed to be getting stronger the more he rubbed.
"I'll tear you to pieces and see if you die!" Lu Ziming's eyes were bloodshot. Just now, he had lost at least 200,000 worth of spiritual energy.
He had hoped to finish quickly and save some spiritual energy so he could get up early tomorrow to make money, but now his hopes were dashed. If he dragged it out any longer, he might not have any extra spiritual energy to make money tomorrow.
At the burial site, losing a day's earnings is worse than being killed.
"Water Sword Stance!"
Lu Ziming drew his sword again, but this time it was no longer as sharp as before. Instead, it was unusually gentle and slow, like a Tai Chi sword.
Then, a miraculous scene unfolded.
As the longsword danced and sliced through the air, ripples like water waves were created, seemingly invisible and spreading outwards towards Yang Ming.
The swordplay was gentle, and even the aura became gentle and mild, like a spring rain. It seemed weak, but it was continuous and contained unimaginable killing intent.
Layer upon layer of sword energy struck Yang Ming's body, as if using softness to overcome hardness, extinguishing the volcano in his fists.
The dazzling golden light emanating from him was overwhelmed.
When it finally hit my body, it even caused ripples to spread across my body.
At this moment, every inch of Yang Ming's skin and every bone was subjected to unimaginable crushing. He felt as if he had fallen into a deep sea ten thousand meters below the surface, and the powerful pressure of the sea was crushing everything around him.
This time, even the Corpse-Suppressing Pearl couldn't withstand the injury. Yang Ming was injured, his capillaries ruptured, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a blood-soaked figure.
Everyone was shocked to see this and quickly activated their domain power to try to stop Lu Ziming's progress.
"Hehe, I won't let you succeed!" Wei Xin, the zombie who had been watching the battle, made his move.
He transformed into a zombie, his skin turning iron-blue, his fangs growing out of his mouth, and he actually took the attacks of the crowd head-on with his body.
Faced with the combined attack of everyone, Wei Xin's zombie body was blasted to pieces, revealing his stark white bones.
But the next second, he smiled coldly: "Domain of Blood."
A strange, blood-red light rose from his body, instantly enveloping the entire area.
When they were bathed in the bloody light, everyone felt their blood surging and even had a faint tendency to burst out of their bodies.
Fortunately, none of them were weak, so they were not instantly defeated by the opponent's domain and all used their methods to suppress their own blood.
However, there was one person who did not suppress the rebellion.
That person was the woman with the dog on a leash.
Crimson blood beads began to seep from the woman's pale skin, one, two, or even countless.
Countless drops of blood converged into a crimson torrent, which was sucked into the mouth of the zombie Wei Xin.
His injuries healed at a visible speed, returning him to full health in the blink of an eye.
The woman, on the other hand, had lost too much blood. Her already pale and bruised skin became even paler, and she collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud. If it weren't for her barely perceptible breathing and her empty, lifeless eyes, she would have looked like a corpse.
Everyone was furious when they saw this.
"brute!"
I will kill you today!
Wei Xin, on the other hand, looked indifferent and even spat out his saliva with disgust: "Pah, this blood is so damn dirty. Virgin blood is the most delicious."
(late)
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