Seeing this scene, Chu Ming’s brow furrowed slightly. Nangong Yueling, one of the six major figures, was indeed overly domineering.
The Dark Elder’s hands turned invisible, a dark light like the breath of a venomous snake instantly dispersing the sword aura sent by Nangong Yueling, causing ripples in the space.
Within a hundred meters of the two, both martial artists and demon beasts dared not stay any longer, instantly turning into phantoms and fleeing into the distance.
Chu Ming grabbed Feng Yuyan’s hand and shot towards the east. Now, he pretty much understood that underground, Nangong Yueling and the Dark Elder must have been working together, but after obtaining the treasure, Nangong Yueling couldn’t resist attacking the Dark Elder.
The fight between the two was so intense that it broke through the ground, leading to the scene everyone was witnessing.
A streak of sharp light flew past Chu Ming’s back. A cold light flashed in his eyes as the Star Trace Sword in his hand instantly reversed, red slaughter light splashing from its blade like a shooting star in the sky.
The Star Trace Sword and the sword aura collided several times in a short span, a tremendous force transmitting from the hilt, causing Chu Ming’s arm to go numb.
Spiritual power burst forth within Chu Ming, one hundred and eight acupoints rotating wildly. The Star Trace Sword trembled thousands of times in an instant, shattering the sword aura, but Chu Ming’s body was also knocked back within a kilometer.
A hint of surprise flashed in Nangong Yueling’s eyes. That strike just now, though a casual one, was still not something an ordinary martial artist could withstand. She was certain that if it were a Guiyuan Realm invincible martial artist standing there, they would have been slain in a single stroke. But judging by Chu Ming’s appearance, he wasn’t even injured.
When she looked in Chu Ming’s direction again, both Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan were nowhere to be seen.
A massive black mountain seal howled down from the sky, the Dark Elder attacking in anger, a fine space crack extending along the black mountain seal to both sides.
Nangong Yueling’s eyes were filled with evil qi, the terrifying blade aura in her hand moving as if driven by her limb. The blades of light crisscrossed, leaving countless deep gashes on the ground.
"Chu Ming, are you okay?"
On a hillside miles away, Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan stopped, Feng Yuyan looked at Chu Ming’s face and asked worriedly.
She too had heard Nangong Yueling’s name. One of the six major figures in the Central Divine Domain, renowned through the ages, and one of the few young people who could contend with her.
Chu Ming shook his head, operated the Pure Essence Sword Qi Technique, calming the chaotic blood and qi in his chest. A hidden killing intent filled his heart towards Nangong Yueling. If he were not a body refining martial artist, that strike earlier would have seriously injured him.
Exhaling softly, Chu Ming’s emotions gradually calmed. After all, there was still a certain gap in strength between him and Nangong Yueling. Though the earlier clash was brief, if he were to confront Nangong Yueling head-on, he would surely be defeated within ten moves.
The two transformed into two streams of light, flying across the wilderness where bones were scattered, thin black currents constantly surging in the space, spiritual sense pervading. Chu Ming remained ever-alert to the surrounding movements.
In the sky, streaks of light occasionally flashed by. These were the martial artists entering the ancient battlefield in search of treasures, varying in strength. The weakest were at the First Layer of the Guiyuan Realm, while the strongest were at the level of the three blade masters.
Some martial artists eyed Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan, thoughts stirring, but after a moment of hesitation, they left, biting their teeth. Those who could survive in the ancient battlefield to this point must have considerable means. The most update n0vels are published on novel⚑fire.net
After flying for miles, the gray wilderness showed a hint of green. At this moment, spiritual power in the sky turned to rain, reaching a peak concentration.
On the ground, many spirit grasses grew, mostly at the Fifth Level, occasionally mixed with Sixth Level spirit grasses, appearing like weeds, hardly noticeable.
Chu Ming and Feng Yuyan stopped flying, picking some relatively precious spirit grasses from the ground. However, there were so many spirit grasses that in the end, the two had to leave most of them behind, reluctantly.
A flash of lightning exploded not far away, with terrifying explosive power. Seeing this lightning, a figure slowly emerged in Chu Ming’s mind. In it, he smelled a familiar scent.
"Chu Ming, what’s the matter?"
Feng Yuyan asked when she saw Chu Ming staring at the lightning.
In fact, battles often occurred in the ancient battlefield, which was not surprising. After all, the ancient battlefield was full of treasures, which naturally led to fights.
"It seems some people I know have run into trouble."
Chu Ming raised an eyebrow, shook his head, picked a spirit grass from the ground, and placed it in his storage ring.
Feng Yuyan didn’t respond. If Chu Ming didn’t take action, he must have his reasons. After spending so much time together, she understood that Chu Ming was a person who clearly distinguished between gratitude and grudges.
After picking a few more spirit grasses, Chu Ming’s expression changed, and he smiled bitterly. Although he was unwilling to make a move, he didn’t expect trouble to come to him in the end.
Chu Ming said softly to Feng Yuyan. Within his spiritual sense range, there were more than ten figures flying towards his direction, their speed extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, they appeared in front of them.
The leader was An Ruosu from Wind and Thunder Pavilion, whom he had met once. But now, An Ruosu was no longer as graceful as before, covered in dust, breath disorderly, and face panicked.
Behind her were the other disciples of Wind and Thunder Pavilion, everyone wounded and in a sorry state.
Seeing Chu Ming, An Ruosu’s face lit up with joy, but then darkened, shouting to Chu Ming, "Run quickly, the Blood Raven Daoist is coming."
"Blood Raven Daoist?!"
Chu Ming’s face was puzzled; he hadn’t heard of the Blood Raven Daoist. But Feng Yuyan’s face turned pale immediately.
"The Blood Raven Daoist is one of the ten villains in the Central Divine Domain. Originally a direct disciple of the Death Emperor, he was too addicted to killing and was expelled from his sect, falling into the Demon Dao and killing countless people. Chu Ming, we should leave here quickly."
As she said that, Feng Yuyan was about to grab Chu Ming’s sleeve and escape.
"Too late, he’s already here!"
Chu Ming smiled bitterly, shaking his head, his eyes scanning the distance. Following his gaze, Feng Yuyan saw a terrifying red light swiftly approaching them.
"Hahaha, the juniors of Wind and Thunder Pavilion. I told you to hand over the Nine-tailed Immortal Jade Grass, and I would spare your lives. But now it’s too late; this will be your burial ground."
Even before he arrived, his terrifying voice echoed above everyone.