Chapter 1699 - 669: Wrath Piercing the Heavens (Part 2)

Chapter 1699: Chapter 669: Wrath Piercing the Heavens (Part 2)

"Let go of me..." His inner soul was filled with countless wounds, continuously struck by the infinite blade light.

The soul was being severed, the excruciating pain was unbearable; he wished he could extinguish himself immediately, yet he was too powerless to do so.

"You beast, you won’t even spare children!" Qin Ming swung the blade, severing his foot from his body, and simultaneously severing the consciousness soul light at the dismembered foot.

"Elder, save me, ah!" The black-clad youth’s Light of the Soul fluctuated violently, his cries for help were extremely mournful.

The elder who was drinking tea had already leapt into the air at the first moment; the other side injured someone right under his nose and abducted them, truly causing him to lose face.

Centered on him, mysterious runes expanded outward in layers, and his right hand directly pushed horizontally towards the youth in the night sky.

Qin Ming swept his wide sleeve with his left hand, with a boom, he slapped the elder’s approaching hand bloodily and made him stumble backwards.

More than a year ago, when he encountered a Great Grandmaster, he still needed One Qi Transforms Three Marks, mostly relying on deception to shock and retreat the opponent.

Now he stood in a new domain, able to composedly face masters of this level.

The red-robed elder retreated, staring at the bloodstained spots, his expression extremely solemn; could the young man be strong to this degree despite appearing young in age?

Above the elder’s head, a golden wheel appeared, spinning vigorously, pressing down the void with a resounding roar, as if on the verge of collapse; this was his Spiritual Technique.

In an instant, the dazzling golden wheel seemed to break through the limits of time and space, suddenly appearing above Qin Ming’s head and slashing down fervently.

The golden wheel in the Spiritual Domain could sever human souls.

Qin Ming calmly swung the blade upwards, with a clang, sparks flew from the golden wheel, quickly showing cracks as it was slashed apart in one strike.

Simultaneously, the Golden Radiance surrounding the Red Robed Elder surged, the Tao Pattern condensed into a gigantic Magic Body, and his right fist forcefully charged towards the unexpectedly formidable opponent.

Qin Ming brandished the blade, suddenly sweeping through the void.

With a swoosh, the dazzling blade light seemed capable of severing all things, slicing open the elder’s Magic Body’s fist, pale golden Tao Pattern splattered like blood.

Qin Ming took the advantage, his blade sweeping horizontally through the night sky.

The massive Magic Body was directly cut at the waist, then collapsed in the sky with a thunderous crash, entirely shattering.

The true body of the Red Robed Elder wavered, as if suffering backlash from both the spiritual golden wheel and the Magic Body, blood flowed from his seven apertures, as he rapidly retreated.

This scene stunned a group of uninvited guests.

There were three people sitting here.

Besides the Red Robed Elder, the old man with a goatee couldn’t sit still, abruptly standing up.

He leaned on a Soul Flag surrounded by Yin Evil, with a cold gaze, saying, "The information was incorrect, his cultivation far exceeds previous estimations."

At this moment, only the elder with a Qilin head remained seated, visibly relaxed in the chair.

Those who were young and strong all looked solemn, on guard.

They had performed a Soul Search on Jia Heng, but the restriction within the village chief’s Consciousness Sea caused its Spiritual Field to partially collapse once strong external force infiltrated, leaving him in a half-wasted state.

These people did not want him dead, hence they did not delve deeper, not completely destroying his will.

They judged that the so-called "Er Yong" could likely be a Grandmaster, and what was witnessed clearly surpassed expectations.

This Er Yong either was an old timer pretending to be young, already having advanced to Grandmaster Domain many years ago.

Or he indeed was very young, possessing the grace of a Great Saint.

If it were the latter, the problem would be far more severe.

Being able to nurture a Great Saint, the force behind him must be formidable indeed.

The crippled Jia Heng shed bloody tears from his eyes, and upon witnessing this scene, fire reignited in his eyes, muttering, "Slaughter all these demon monsters!"

Despite sensing Er Yong might be a Great Saint, seeing his true strength left him quite shocked, along with endless self-blame and regret.

He hadn’t anticipated monsters guarding the Immortal Field.

He barely escaped with his life, arduously reaching there, intending to open the door with half of the remaining land deed, only to inadvertently bring about such a bloody calamity upon Changgeng Village.

At this moment, the elder with a goatee lightly shook the Soul Flag, a silent assault had long since begun in secret.

Nevertheless, the space around Qin Ming twisted, Blade Qi emanating from every inch of his flesh, making him seem impervious to All Laws.

Amidst the clanging sounds, black ripples impacting his body were slashed apart, flattened, bringing calm to everything.

Then, Qin Ming continuously swung his blade.

The black-clad youth beside him began to be severed inch by inch from the dismembered foot.

Qin Ming was mercilessly cold, like he was whittling a stick.

"Ah, demon..." the black-clad youth wailed.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the unbearable torture of the soul light, with form and soul cleaved simultaneously.

"Three thousand cuts, not one can be spared!" Qin Ming said in a deep voice.

He didn’t intend to swing the blade three thousand times, but in one continuous motion, that was enough, as the blade light divided, slashing inch by inch along the dismembered body of the black-clad youth.

This was a laceration from flesh to soul!

Yet, despite such a tragic death, nothing that happened could be undone.

The greedy yet adorable little fox girl and everyone in the village were already dead, unchangeable.

Amidst the mournful wails, the adversaries naturally wouldn’t just watch, the Red Robed Elder and the goateed elder simultaneously lunged forward.

Others moved at the same time, trained with precision, deploying array flags intending to join the encirclement for the kill.

Facing someone who could contend against a Grandmaster, they could only rely on arrays to cope.