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That was the Haoqi Martial Master Haqi, similar to Jian Hong, it represents the divine might that transcends the physical body and its strength limitations.

The Haoqi was vast and mighty, so when seemingly ordinary punches and kicks were thrown, they carried the momentum of mountain torrents and avalanches, making Zhu Minglang feel as though he was contending against a grand and terrifying natural disaster, rather than a monk.

His fists could clash with sharp swords, as hard as iron.

His arms could easily deflect sword blades, dulling them.

When he kicked, it was like a brown ancient beast charging.

Zhu Minglang took several steps back, not out of genuine fear of the monk, but because on another front, several Netherfire Talismans flew his way. If he didn’t dodge, these flames that directly burned the soul would bring immense pain.

Having just dodged the Netherfire Talismans, a large group of Banyan bees suddenly formed into a dark green wall and plummeted down fiercely.

Zhu Minglang tore through the Banyan bee wall with a swing of his sword, spun on the spot, and fiercely dragged the blade across the ground, igniting a vast expanse of flames on the sword.

The flames were a mix of green and red, clinging to the blade without dissipating.

Gathering all his strength, Zhu Minglang swung the Sword of Azure Blood in his hand beautifully, and a fiery trail of crimson and green shot up from his sword!!

“Azure Dragon Sword!”

As Zhu Minglang danced with his sword, he manifested a flaming Azure Dragon, which spiraled and soared above his head, with a large and lengthy body, the flames intensely dazzling

The Bee Monster Legion formed a terrifying and eerie whirl of clouds, filled with dark, miasmic air, and as Zhu Minglang swept his sword through, the flaming Azure Dragon would lash its tail through the sky. As Zhu Minglang lifted the sword, the dragon leaped and pounced; when he rotated the blade, the dragon spiraled and entwined in a lethal dance!

The fiery Azure Dragon extinguished countless Banyan bees, dispersing the cloud, and ultimately, Zhu Minglang directed his searing sword toward the Haoqi Martial Monk, Yang Hua.

The flaming Azure Dragon flew towards him and, at the moment before it dissipated, it struck the Martial Monk with its body of fire.

Yang Hua took a horse stance, pushing forward with both palms, transforming the brown Haoqi into a giant ancient bell that enveloped the monk. The Azure Dragon turned into raging waves of fire, igniting a sea of flames, yet the monk seemed utterly fearless of the fire, with his clothes showing no signs of scorching.

However, Zhu Minglang strode forward on flames, his Sword of Azure Blood still in a heated state. Inscriptions were branded onto his skin, making his entire being seem to possess a golden body of flame!

“Monk, you’re still out of your depth. From now on, stop meddling with these tricky schemes and put more effort into cultivation!” Zhu Minglang appeared in front of Martial Monk Yang Hua.

“I’d like to see how you break my Haoqi Golden Bell!” Martial Monk Yang Hua raised a foot, taking a larger stance, and stomped on the ground, making it feel as if the earth sank a little.

At the same time, his Haoqi grew even stronger, and the ancient bell around him seemed to become more solid.

“Watch carefully,” said Zhu Minglang.

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang made his move with his sword so swiftly that it left an afterimage, causing Yang Hua to instinctively shrink back. When he realized that Zhu Minglang’s sword strike hadn’t actually broken through his Haoqi Golden Bell, a smile crept across Yang Hua’s face.

“Swish!!!”

Another sword strike, leaving a deeper impression just in front of Martial Monk Yang Hua. For a moment, Yang Hua thought the sword’s shadow had pierced through his Haoqi Golden Bell, sending a chill down his spine.

“Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!”

Zhu Minglang’s speed suddenly became extremely fast, so much so that to others, it appeared as if seven or eight Sword Masters were simultaneously attacking Martial Monk Yang Hua.

And Zhu Minglang’s sword strikes were even faster, while the shadow of his previous strike still lingered in the air, his following blows had already been thrust forward; gradually, more and more shadows of those strikes accumulated around Yang Hua’s Haoqi Golden Bell, so many that it seemed as if the golden bell itself was densely studded with black sharp swords!!!

Eventually, Zhu Minglang’s form and the shadows of his sword merged into a piercing line that swept past the front of Yang Hua, and the lingering shadow behind Zhu Minglang faded slowly

“Pfft pfft pfft!”

The Haoqi Golden Bell shattered completely, and the Martial Monk Yang Hua within seemed as if he had been stabbed by hundreds of swords, which were all pulled out at the same moment!

Blood sprayed wildly, from the head, from the chest, from the limbs, from the back

The strong warrior from the Haoqi Martial School, like a pierced blood bag, slowly collapsed, falling onto the splattered blood flowers painted with his own blood!

He Qingqian, who was on the side with the Poison Float in her hand, about to throw it, trembled at the sight.

Zhu Minglang turned around, revealing a chilling smile to He Qingqian, “Would you like to experience my sword stab technique as well? I promise to avoid all vital points.”

“You monster, I concede!” He Qingqian’s face turned deathly pale as she quickly stowed away the poison talisman.

She was merely a Semi-monarch Level Talisman Master, incapable of withstanding a frontal confrontation with Martial Monk Yang Hua, let alone facing Zhu Minglang’s terrifying swordsmanship head-on.

With the expert fallen, it would be less humiliating for a minor Talisman Master like her, who maintained distance and harassed, not to overstep her bounds.

“Hand over the brocade box and you can leave,” Zhu Minglang said.

“I had already given it to the judge with a smoke signal before I came here Ah, watch out!” He Qingqian suddenly cried out, warning Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang also sensed a covert surge of evil qi attacking from behind, and as he turned around, he saw a Ghost Dragon that had somehow appeared in front of him, its terrifying spectral claw lunging straight for his heart!

It was already too late for Zhu Minglang to dodge, but thankfully he raised his sword in defense.

The spectral claw aimed for the heart; it was a kill shot, and whoever was controlling the Ghost Dragon was after Zhu Minglang’s life!

But just as its claw was about to pierce Zhu Minglang’s chest, his body suddenly shone with the Melting Fire Brilliance, and these lights interwove into a Melting Fire Armor Shadow that protected his chest.

The Ghost Dragon’s claw had failed, and it immediately tried to flee, but Zhu Minglang was already filled with a murderous intent. He glanced in the direction of the Ghost Dragon and saw Zhao Chen of the Royal Family, shrouded in a similarly sinister ghostly aura, his malevolent eyes glaring!

This person had been pretending to be weak all along, only letting that Bone Dragon take action.

However, when Zhu Minglang was not paying attention, he summoned an even more terrifying Ghost Dragon and fancied taking his life!

Towards such a person, Zhu Minglang would not show a trace of mercy, even if he was of the Imperial Clan Young Master!

“Isn’t it good to be alive?” Zhu Minglang said coldly.

He slowly raised the Sword of Azure Blood, pointing its tip toward the sky behind him.

A breath in, a breath out, Zhu Minglang briefly closed his eyes; when his eyes opened again, they flashed with an intimidating radiance!