Volume 3, Chapter 53: Just Want to Kill
The coalition of the five immortal saints looked at the man who suddenly appeared, with different expressions in their eyes and curiosity filling their eyes.
In their understanding, no one in Changhe should have reached the level of Immortal Venerable, so they wondered where this person came from.
However, they learned some information from the simple conversation between the two. This man was the brother of the chess player, which made them even more curious, especially the envoy of the leading elf clan. She did not remember that her opponent had a brother.
In the end, it's right that he comes with bad intentions.
However, they did not show too much contrast, because the man in front of them was only in the early stage of the Immortal Venerable Realm. He posed no threat to them and had no impact on the battle.
His appearance could not change what was set to happen; all the energy beams were destroyed and all the stone giants were paralyzed.
The victory of this battle was destined to be secured by them in advance. One more person would only mean another lonely soul falling under their butcher knife.
Killing one more person does not cause any psychological burden to them.
"Who are you?"
The elf messenger asked first.
Ye Tingmu also raised his head at this moment. His eyes were cold, and murderous intent shot out from his blood-red eyes. The bone-chilling coldness froze everything around him instantly, making the people of the five tribes present feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
He just looked at them without saying a word, but suddenly exerted force with his hands, and the emerald green wooden thorn was crushed right in front of them.
It turned into countless fragments.
With such strength, the wooden thorn was crushed by just physical strength, which made everyone present exclaim in amazement and a small wave was stirred in their hearts.
A few envoys in particular knitted their brows together at this moment. They asked themselves, they could not do what he did with pure physical strength.
So they knew very well in their hearts that the man they saw in front of them was by no means as simple as he seemed, and the pressure and aura emanating from him made them feel suffocated for some reason.
A look of fear quietly appeared in his eyes.
"Be careful, this person is not right."
"Boy, who are you to stop my Immortal Saint Clan? Do you dare to tell me your name?" The knight of the Tianyi Clan stepped forward, pointed the heavy sword at Ye Tingmu, and asked sternly.
Ye Tingmu still turned a blind eye. The spiritual energy in his body surged out, and part of it penetrated into Guanqi's body, wrapping him up and healing his wounds.
He wanted to make sure that his sister was okay, and then he reached forward, and the broken remains of Guanqi's sword came into his hand, condensed together, and restored its original appearance.
He held his sister's sword, murderous intent rising again, but he still did not respond to their questions.
Instead, he shouted furiously, "I will kill you all, leaving no one alive. You all deserve to die."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the crowd like a shot arrow.
A sword energy traveled with the body, this sword, "the sword energy is like the wind."
The sword came out, the wind whistled, and the sword swept across the sky.
"Stand back and let me do it."
The messenger of the Undead clan volunteered to stand in front of the crowd and fight them head-on.
"An ignorant child speaks wildly."
He controlled the undead warriors he summoned to come from behind and attack Ye Tingmu who was moving forward.
In the hand of the huge skeleton, a sharp sword was wrapped in endless flames of the undead, falling from the sky in an overwhelming manner.
Ye Tingmu had a gloomy brow the whole time, he didn't care about such an attack at all.
Instead, he raised his sword and slashed it. With a flash of his body, the sword passed by, and the huge undead spirit fell apart directly, screamed, and turned into pieces of dry bones.
"How is this possible?" The Undead Clan's envoy's expression suddenly changed. He couldn't accept the fact that his most relied upon attack method, the strongest Undead warrior, was killed by a single sword.
And just when he was in a trance, Ye Tingmu had already rushed in front of him, punched out, and activated the Heaven-stirring Movement.
A huge fist like gold stamped iron suddenly smashed down.
Endless power, accompanied by evil wind, was trying to shatter the space.
A punch hit the opponent's face hard.
With just one punch, the opponent's black robe was torn to pieces, revealing the person underneath.
Blood gushed out from his nostrils. He was the messenger of the Undead Clan and one of the four surviving masters in the Sky Palace.
Just like that, he was punched and sent flying, and a flash of scarlet light rose up under the dark night sky.
Just when everyone was shocked by this, Ye Tingmu activated Zhuyue and disappeared from the spot in an instant.
When he appeared, he appeared in the sky where the Undead messenger was flying backwards. Without hesitation, he opened his five fingers and pinched the other's head.
"Broken Star."
One of the five ancient divine skills, Star Shattering is launched at close range.
The power at the fingertips rolled, and the power that could crush the stars grasped the body of the Immortal Lord and began to penetrate it inch by inch.
"Ah! Save me..."
"Die." Ye Tingmu shouted angrily, and suddenly exerted force with his hands, shattering the stars with the second-level force.
"Bang!"
The head was crushed by him just like that.
When a person is furious, although his rationality will be taken over by anger and his judgment will decrease, his fighting power will also be infinitely enhanced because of the blessing of anger.
Seeing Ye Tingmu beaten like that during the chess game, he, who had been steady for thousands of years, became crazy at this moment. He had only one idea, which was to kill them all without leaving a single one alive.
The evil in his heart was completely released, and now he only wanted to kill people.
The head of the Undead messenger was crushed, but his body was retreating rapidly. Soon a new head grew out, and he returned to the crowd, gasping for breath, his eyes full of fear.
If he had not reached the level of an Immortal Lord, he would have been completely destroyed by that blow just now.
His eyes flickered, and at this moment he didn't even dare to face Ye Tingmu's gaze.
"Be careful, this guy is very strong." He gave his own judgment.
The others were also looking at Ye Tingmu at this moment. They naturally realized that the man in front of them was very strong, even stronger than Guan Qi. In just a few breaths, he defeated the messenger of the Undead Clan and almost killed him. What a fighting power.
Even the elves' envoy, the strongest of the five tribes, was not sure he could get the upper hand over him.
Ye Tingmu stood in the sky with a sword in hand, looking at them coldly, his hands still stained with the other's blood.
"If he's not dead, I'll kill him again."
The elf girl gave the order, "Let's go together."
"good."
The warriors of the Tianyi clan charged forward with swords drawn, and swung their powerful swords at Ye Tingmu.
"Boy, you are indeed very strong, but don't forget, we are outnumbered. Go and die."
Several people launched an attack in an instant, and even the messenger of the Undead Clan summoned undead warriors again to pounce.
The melee has begun.
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