The scene slightly stiffened, and the air was filled with a strange atmosphere. However, one person laughed, and that was Xue Wuhai, who was known as the Yin-Yang Man. Xue Wuhai laughed without any scruples, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You want to turn me into a dead man?"
Xue Wuhai’s smile slightly paused, the corners of his mouth gently lifted, but anyone could feel the chill in his words, like the ice of winter, making everyone shiver inside.
Chu Ming said calmly, lightly drawing out the Blue Red Sword from his waist. In an instant, a faint golden sword aura flashed by and exploded under Xue Wuhai’s feet, sending fragments of stone flying, spreading five or six meters before stopping.
"Then let’s see if you have the skill!"
The disdain in Xue Wuhai’s eyes slowly faded. Just from Chu Ming’s earlier strike, it was clear that Chu Ming was not an ordinary martial artist.
In an instant, Xue Wuhai’s body moved, and within a few flashes, he appeared within three meters of Chu Ming. As his palm moved, a red spiritual power that could seize one’s soul fiercely bombarded toward Chu Ming, causing the air to explode continuously, making a terrifying momentum.
Seeing Xue Wuhai take action, the remaining black-clad bandits immediately charged at the trade team’s guards with murderous intent in their eyes, filled with nothing but cruelty and bloodlust.
At the moment Xue Wuhai moved, Chu Ming sensed the fierce wind in the air. A streak of golden sword light instantly tore through the air, colliding with the crimson red spiritual power like a grazing antelope’s horns.
Both the sword light and the red spiritual power were annihilated. Chu Ming was slightly surprised. Even though he had only used thirty percent of his strength for the previous strike, he estimated that such an attack strength should be beyond Xue Wuhai’s capability to withstand.
Compared to Chu Ming’s surprise, Xue Wuhai was astonished, for he had used ninety percent of his strength for that strike, yet Chu Ming effortlessly neutralized it.
Xue Wuhai’s body slightly flickered and in an instant split into four, transforming into numerous illusions surrounding Chu Ming. In his hand, a red spiritual power flower suddenly appeared, its presence exuding a deathly aura all around. The flower was stunningly beautiful, with a hint of bloodiness.
"Blood Sea Burial Flower!"
The crimson flower split into four, heavily surrounding Chu Ming. As the petals closed, countless spiritual power transformed into countless sharp blades, fiercely striking towards Chu Ming.
Chu Ming was slightly surprised. On those petals, he sensed the presence of the slaughter realm, which, though not as concentrated as his slaughter sword intent, was still noteworthy. Secretly praising it in his heart, Chu Ming thought that just based on this move alone, even Steward Lin An would not be his match. However, such an attack was evidently insufficient to defeat, let alone kill, him.
A sharp sword light burst forth from the Blue Red Sword, intertwining with faint golden and black spiritual power, blossoming like brilliant fireworks in the sky.
Chu Ming’s sword struck the spiritual power petals, which trembled but did not shatter. In an instant, Chu Ming struck again, continuously attacking the same spot with dozens of sword auras. The cumulative attacks slowly formed cracks on the petals.
Chu Ming gently exhaled, raising his spirit power to its peak in an instant. Swinging his sword, this was his full-force strike. The sword was so fast that Xue Wuhai couldn’t even see its trajectory, only seeing a faint flash of the sword curtain in the air.
Bang, bang, bang.....
The layers of petals were instantly torn apart by Chu Ming’s sword, disintegrating into countless specks, scattered in the space around.
Xue Wuhai’s pupils contracted, his body instantly retreating. Almost simultaneously, a streak of sword light appeared in the space before him, striking the ground and sending fragments of stone flying.
Chu Ming’s Blue Eating Sword in his hand wove golden and red lights together once more, slashing toward Xue Wuhai with another streak of sword light, causing ripples to spread in the air.
Forced to his limit, Xue Wuhai had no choice but to reveal his trump card. In an instant, the blood silks around his body all burrowed into his skin, causing a pattern of fine lines to rise as if there were countless worms wriggling beneath his skin.
At the same time, his hair stood on end, gradually turning from black to red. When he opened his eyes, a trace of blood flashed through them.
A palm strike sent a giant spiritual power hand crashing toward Chu Ming. The airwaves were instantly repelled, creating a vacuum zone. The blood vessels on the giant spiritual power hand jumped slowly, making faint sounds that Chu Ming could hear.
Chu Ming slightly closed his eyes, sensing the strange green patterns flickering in the air. A peculiar wave emanated from him, expanding outwards in an instant.
In the Sea of Souls within Chu Ming, strands of soul were drawn out, and scorching flames attached to them, transforming into a terrifying torrent of soul that charged toward Xue Wuhai, withering all plants and grass in its path.
Having cultivated Soul Fire to Mastery, this was the first time Chu Ming used it to attack an opponent.
Xue Wuhai’s pupils contracted. Though he did not understand the soul, his sharp instincts made him feel the breath of death. However, soul attacks were impossible to guard against. Even if he wanted to dodge, there was no way to do so.
In an instant, he felt his soul enveloped in a heat wave, a pain that pierced into the soul.
Xue Wuhai screamed, and then his body convulsed a few times before becoming lifeless. The spiritual power hand also lost its support and slowly dissipated into the air.
Xue Wuhai’s scream was heard by all the black-clad bandits and the trade team guards present. They immediately stopped fighting and looked in Xue Wuhai’s direction. The gruesome state of Xue Wuhai’s death also came into their view. The numerous black-clad bandits instantly turned ashen-faced. While Xue Wuhai was alive, he was like a mental pillar for them. Now that this pillar had fallen, they instantly lost all their fighting spirit.
Steward Lin An shouted, his aura instantly exploding, enveloping all the black-clad bandits present. In fact, the black-clad bandits generally had higher strength than the trade team’s guards. The reason they had held on until now was due to Steward Lin An’s bitter struggle on the side. Now that Xue Wuhai was dead, the guards immediately launched a counterattack.
Chu Ming lightly waved his Blue Red Sword, and countless sharp sword blades circled and swirled behind him, forming a dense array of sword light.
The sword light shot out in an instant, each taking the life of a black-clad bandit. After a round of attacks, the black-clad martial artists on the scene were almost entirely dead or injured.