“No!” Seeing Feng Qingqing's eyes turn blood-red as she charged at Baili Mo without a second thought, Lu Ming's pupils constricted, and he shouted in desperation!
Baili Mo's previous strike had missed Lu Ming, making him realize that he wouldn't be able to kill Lu Ming today. If he didn't run now, he would surely die. Thus, he made a decisive move, spinning around to flee.
But on his path of escape, a beautiful, slender figure was charging recklessly straight toward him.
Xue Wuchang's death had driven Feng Qingqing over the edge; she no longer cared about anything else.
She only wanted Baili Mo dead! She only wanted to avenge Xue Wuchang.
Even though she knew she was no match for Baili Mo, Feng Qingqing still threw her life away to charge at him.
Killing intent surged in Baili Mo's eyes, and his voice carried a bone-chilling violence as he spat:
“Woman, you're courting death!”
Without a moment's hesitation, he raised his hand and blasted out a massive golden palm of spiritual energy!
The violent spiritual energy tore through the void, carrying a world-destroying power as it crashed down on Feng Qingqing.
Although Baili Mo appeared indifferent, he was actually more anxious than anyone. If Lu Ming caught up to him, his life would be forfeit.
Thus, he poured every ounce of his strength into this strike.
Boom!
A deafening roar erupted as shockwaves swept in all directions, kicking up a storm of dust and shattered rock.
Feng Qingqing stood no chance of blocking Baili Mo's fatal strike.
Before she could even fully mobilize her protective spiritual energy, she was struck squarely by the terrifying, massive golden palm.
The sheer impact sent her flying, and she crashed heavily to the ground.
A mouthful of blood erupted from Feng Qingqing's mouth.
It stained a large portion of her clothes red, and her originally bright and beautiful face instantly turned as pale as paper.
She glanced in the direction where Xue Wuchang had fallen.
“Wuchang, I'm coming to join you...”
That single, short sentence exhausted the last of her life force.
The moment the words left her lips, the final glimmer of light in her eyes went out, and all signs of life vanished.
Lu Ming's eyes nearly split from rage. Brandishing Ye Fan, he charged toward Baili Mo.
Baili Mo, who might have escaped otherwise, was caught by the furious Lu Ming thanks to Feng Qingqing's sacrifice.
Seeing the blood-drenched, furious Lu Ming, Baili Mo's pupils constricted.
He never imagined that he, a Half-Immortal, would one day have his life threatened by a mere Soul Transformation cultivator.
At the thought of Yan Linglong and Fa Zhen's deaths, fear and anger surged in Baili Mo's heart.
“You cannot kill me! I am of the Ancient God Clan—”
Boom!
Lu Ming's expression was icy, his eyes burning with killing intent. He didn't care about Baili Mo's words at all.
He channeled all of his spiritual energy and physical strength, pouring it entirely into Ye Fan.
Then, he swung him high into the air, bringing him down toward Baili Mo with world-destroying force.
“You forced my hand!”
Seeing that Lu Ming was leaving him no way out, Baili Mo drew another golden broadsword.
He gripped the broadsword tightly, pushing his cultivation to its absolute limit as he burned his essence blood and life span to unleash a peerless slash that tore across the sky.
This was the strongest attack he could muster while his combat power was suppressed—fierce and incredibly overbearing.
Boom!
An earth-shattering rumble echoed as the ground shook violently.
The overbearing blade glow was instantly shattered, and the violent backlash surged back along the weapon.
Baili Mo's palms shattered, the bones and meridians in his arms snapping inch by inch as the broadsword flew from his grip.
Before he could even struggle, Lu Ming closed the distance. Staring coldly at Baili Mo, he raised Ye Fan and brought him down.
Crack!
The sound of shattering bones was ear-splitting.
Thud! Thud!
Lu Ming swung Ye Fan down again and again, repeatedly smashing him into Baili Mo.
At the same time, Lu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood. He had also been severely injured in the clash.
But he didn't care, continuing to strike Baili Mo relentlessly.
Under Lu Ming's frenzied onslaught, Baili Mo's protective spiritual energy, physical foundation, and soul completely collapsed.
Even Ye Fan, held in Lu Ming's grip, was deeply shocked. He had never expected Lu Ming to be this terrifyingly strong!
In just a few breaths of time, three Half-Immortals had all died at Lu Ming's hands.
Looking at Lu Ming, who was spitting blood, breathing heavily, and nearly depleted of spiritual energy, Ye Fan's heart stirred. Should he make his move now?
After a brief hesitation, Ye Fan decided to wait!
He had to ensure a guaranteed, one-shot kill; otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous!
Lu Ming first collected the corpses of Xue Wuchang and Feng Qingqing.
Then, he stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth—both recovery pills and those to replenish his spiritual energy.
Immediately after, he quickly activated his cultivation technique, causing the surrounding yin energy, blood energy, and death energy to surge frantically into his body.
He had to replenish a portion of his spiritual energy first, or he would have no strength left to fight.
Meanwhile, Man Xiong and the others were still struggling to hold on.
Just moments ago, after witnessing the deaths of Yan Linglong and the others, Huangpu Tao and Zhuo Yuan had completely lost their will to fight, thinking only of making a quick escape.
They attacked Man Xiong frantically, leaving him temporarily overwhelmed.
Seeing this, Big Yellow and the others rushed over to help.
Besides, how could they let the people who killed their companions escape?
At the same time, they knew that if these two got away, it would lead to immense trouble.
To stop them from fleeing, Wang Defa spat a mouthful of essence blood onto his eight-trigram disk, laying down a trap formation around the perimeter as he gritted his teeth to hold the line.
As for the deaths of Baili Mo and the others, the Ghost Kings were also deeply shaken.
They had never expected Yama's faction to be this powerful.
However, they weren't overly panicked. After all, they were Unity stage Ghost Kings.
The Ghost Kings exchanged glances, intensifying their siege on Huang Tianbao even further.
They noticed that their Ghost Generals were almost all dead!
These subordinates of Yama actually carried thunder-infused gold bricks.
This was a natural counter to their soul bodies.
This was precisely why the Ghost Generals had died so quickly.
Lu Ming circulated his cultivation technique to rest for a moment, recovering a portion of his spiritual energy.
Ye Fan was secretly astonished. What kind of technique is this to be so overbearing?
He had noticed earlier that this guy's spiritual energy recovered incredibly fast, but he hadn't expected it to be this fast...
Aside from being sinister and overbearing, this technique was of a very high tier—at least an immortal-grade technique.
And it wasn't just any ordinary immortal-grade technique either, because he himself knew one.
Yet it couldn't compare to Lu Ming's technique at all!
Is this the Qingshan Sect's technique?
Lu Ming was completely unaware of Ye Fan's internal thoughts.
Having absorbed some spiritual energy, he quickly stood up.
Sweeping his gaze across the area and confirming that Baili Mo and the other two had completely perished, he finally exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
Immediately, he turned his head toward Huang Tianbao, seeing that he was still holding his ground.
He then brandished Ye Fan and charged straight toward Man Xiong's battlefield.
Because Big Yellow, Wang Defa, and the others were already on the verge of collapsing.
Seeing Lu Ming approaching, Huangpu Tao and Zhuo Yuan were gripped by even greater terror.
This was a monster capable of slaughtering them!
The more anxious and fearful they became, the easier it was to make mistakes.
Facing Lu Ming, it took only a few exchanges before Lu Ming caught an opening, swinging Ye Fan and bludgeoning Huangpu Tao to death.
Seeing Huangpu Tao's death, Zhuo Yuan immediately begged for mercy:
“I surrender... Our ancestor knows your sect master...”
Lu Ming didn't even spare her a glance.
“Knows our sect master? Plenty of people know our sect master! Who do you think you are?”
Besides, who knew which generation of their sect master her ancestor actually knew?
If Xue Wuchang and Feng Qingqing hadn't died, he might have given it some thought. But now that they were dead, every single one of these people had to die to accompany them to the grave!
Besides, once they left this place, who knew what the situation would be?
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