A golden beam of light, mixed with the force of a mountain pressing down, blasted Sword Red Tiger's waist, adorned with fiery red patterns.
Boom
Step step step
Chu Ming retreated a few steps, shaking his aching fist, while Sword Red Tiger also staggered back a few steps, exiting the attack range of several people.
A green beam of light rose from behind Sword Red Tiger's body, it was Zhou Qing's Refined Iron Sword mixed with the ethereal nature of the clear wind, transforming into a splendid green light, imbued with a hint of realm. Clearly, Zhou Qing had cultivated the Clear Wind Swordsmanship to Perfection.
Pfft
Roar
The sound of sword cutting into flesh resounded; this time, a hole was directly pierced into Sword Red Tiger's back, with his scorching hot blood gushing out.
His ferocity was completely provoked, as his massive body collided with trees, instantly turning the wood into powder, floating in the air.
Bang
Pfft
A red fiery impact charged towards Ma Fei, who could not withstand it, causing his body to be thrown backwards while spitting blood, completely losing his combat power.
Sizzle
Chu Ming drew out his Refined Iron Sword from his waist, and his entire momentum changed drastically. At this moment, he was like an unrivaled Treasure Sword, full of sharp edges, advancing with unstoppable force.
Sword Red Tiger's fur stood on end, abandoning his attacks on the others, and turned cautiously to face Chu Ming. Hesitating now would make it impossible to subdue Sword Red Tiger.
Only by launching the strongest attack was there a possibility of success.
Roar
Sword Red Tiger let out a resounding roar, with a fiery red light continuously flashing on his body, the patterns on his fur becoming even clearer.
"Rainfall Fall!"
A wave of Rainfall Realm emanated from Chu Ming's sword. At this moment, Chu Ming was no longer a young man, but a master immersed in Sword Dao, seeing the world more clearly, the Refined Iron Sword in his hand turning cold, a faint chill in the air.
Sword Red Tiger charged fiercely towards Chu Ming, trying to crush him directly into a pulp, raising a cloud of dust from the ground.
Ding
Pfft
"Mist Step!"
Chu Ming slightly shifted his body, evading Sword Red Tiger, his Refined Iron Sword, imbued with Rainfall Realm, passing by Sword Red Tiger's neck.
The sound of metal clashing, the sound of sword cutting into flesh, resounded continuously. Bang, Sword Red Tiger's claws were still swiping towards Chu Ming's chest.
Chu Ming's expression did not change, the blade of the Refined Iron Sword in his hand shifted, brewing another killing move. The air became extremely humid, raindrops gathering. Originally a beautiful scene, now filled with killing intent.
Raindrops hovered around Chu Ming, each drop containing a killing move, exuding an aura of death.
"Rainfall Kill!"
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The raindrops were like sharp blades, no, hundreds of times stronger than blades, slicing open Sword Red Tiger's fur, blood flowing incessantly until he soon closed his eyes in death.
"Is he dead?" Zhang Mei and a few others stood up, watching the fight between Chu Ming and Sword Red Tiger as if they had seen a ghost. How could this be an attack from a Postnatal Seventh Layer? Even a Martial Artist who had just broken through to the Postnatal Ninth Layer was no more than this.
"I didn't expect you to be so powerful, Chu Ming." Zhang Mei said, covering her mouth, her eyes filled with amazement.
"Sword Red Tiger's neck would contract slightly for a moment when he attacks, at that moment, his defense is the weakest."
Chu Ming said calmly, using a small knife to peel off Sword Red Tiger's fur, its pelt worth a thousand taels of silver.
Hearing Chu Ming's words, Zhou Qing's eyes narrowed. Although he spoke lightly, how could an ordinary person notice this detail in an instant and strike accurately?
This not only tested a person's eyesight, but also whether they could remain calm in the face of absolute danger. If someone panicked during a fight, even if they noticed this detail, they would not be able to strike.
"There are three stalks of Seven-Star Grass here!"
As Du Ming finished peeling Sword Red Tiger's fur, Ma Fei's voice came from the cave. Holding three stalks of star-glowing grass, he emerged; it was indeed Seven-Star Grass.
"We're fortunate to have Brother Chu. How about we each take one stalk, and give the remaining one to Brother Chu?" Zhou Qing suggested thoughtfully. Although they had initially agreed to split evenly, that was underestimating Chu Ming's strength.
Knowing Chu Ming's power now, and considering Chu Ming's major role in the fight against Sword Red Tiger, it wouldn't be fair to insist on an even split.
"I agree!"
"I have no issue with that!"
The others agreed readily. Chu Ming did not decline; this was his due reward. Without him, they wouldn't have obtained the Seven-Star Grass.
"Someone's here!" Just as Chu Ming was about to grab the Seven-Star Grass, his ears twitched, and he quickly said, then vigilantly observed his surroundings.
Inside his body, white light fragments flickered. Du Ming, with his extraordinary comprehension ability, was also extremely alert.
"Haha, none of you will get the Seven-Star Grass today, hand it over wisely!"
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Several sounds of breaking air were heard, and three figures jumped down from behind a large tree not far from Chu Ming and the others, looking at them coldly. Seeing the Seven-Star Grass in their hands, a flash of greed appeared in their eyes. Seven-Star Grass was a tier-3 herb, almost top-notch in the Cyan Yang Mountain Range.
The leader was a rough-looking man with a Hundred Refinement Sword at his waist, a half-human-sized snakeskin bag full of materials over his shoulder.
The other two, one with a pockmarked face and a sallow complexion, had slender hands with thick calluses, clearly a Palm Technique expert. The last one had a narrow face with sunken eyes, his legs slightly trembling, probably a Body Technique expert.
"I am Zhou Qing, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Blue Heart Sect. Please show some respect!" Zhou Qing's expression changed as he looked at them. They had just fought Sword Red Tiger, and were greatly exhausted, making another battle very unfavorable.
"Blue Heart Sect? That insignificant sect?" The rough man showed no respect, laughing loudly, while the other two also had a mocking look in their eyes. Being outlaws, the sect couldn't intimidate them.
"Bullshit!" Ma Fei cursed.
The leader's expression darkened, his eyes glinting with a bloody light, filled with killing intent.
"I've changed my mind. Not only will you hand over the Seven-Star Grass, but you will also leave the two pretty girls behind to satisfy us, or don't blame us for being ruthless!"
The leader said darkly, moving to strike.
Zhang Mei and Zhang Lan turned pale, biting their lower lips.
"Are you joking?" Zhou Qing suppressed his anger and said coldly.
"I will count to ten. You had best comply, or else don't blame us for being ruthless." The rough man gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist.
"If you want to fight, then fight, why so much nonsense!" Ma Fei said, his face turning blue.
"I must say, if we really fight, you wouldn't stand a chance against us. Ten... nine..." The rough man said in a deep voice and began to count. The sallow-faced man and long-faced man were also on high alert.
"Do you really want to do this?" Zhou Qing asked in a deep voice, but the rough man ignored him completely.
"Five... four..."
Chu Ming and Zhou Qing exchanged glances, both seeing the intention to strike in each other's eyes.
"Three... two, kill them!" However, as soon as he said "two," the group of men rushed towards Chu Ming and the others, catching them off guard.
The leader was a runaway criminal, once saved by the town's official Wang, but he took advantage, not only raping and killing Wang's daughter but also conspiring with outsiders to kill Wang's entire family. With ten or so murders on his hands, he was wanted by the town constable, forcing him to flee to the Cyan Yang Mountain Range, where he encountered Chu Ming and his group.
Most people assumed they would attack on the count of one, but they always attacked at "two," catching their opponents off guard, a tactic that had always worked.
Swoosh
The rough man, an expert in swordsmanship, swiftly drew the Hundred Refinement Sword from his waist and attacked Chu Ming and Zhou Qing, revealing his mid-stage Postnatal Ninth Layer cultivation.
In the instant the rough man moved, Chu Ming's Refined Iron Sword transformed into a stream of light, countering the rough man's attack.
Chu Ming hadn't predicted their tactic; his strong Soul Power alerted him the moment the rough man moved.
With the element of surprise, Chu Ming's strike caught the rough man off guard, while the other two men attacked Ma Fei, Zhang Lan, and Zhang Mei, quickly overwhelming them, putting them in imminent danger.
"Zhou Qing, go help the three of them!" Chu Ming, after clashing with the rough man, assessed the strength of the attack and said.
"Be careful!" Zhou Qing said with concern. He knew if Zhang Mei and the other two were killed, the remaining attackers would then gang up on Chu Ming and him, making their situation even more perilous.
Chu Ming's eyes were steady as water, his right hand gripped the sword, his left hand formed a fist. A deep golden light flowed silently over his fist, exuding a domineering aura.
One punch to rule them all!
"Domineering the Four Directions!"
Boom
"Hahaha, bring it on!"
The rough man laughed wildly, the Hundred Refinement Sword in his hand moved like flowing water, a ripple of water slowly spreading from the sword.
"Flowing Clouds and Flowing Water!"
He was using a Yellow Level Advanced Martial Technique, Flowing Cloud Swordsmanship. Although not cultivated to Perfection, he had achieved Great Success, each sword strike like a stream of water, continuous and unpredictable, like flowing clouds in the sky.