Night without Borders

Chapter 555 They're all madmen

Who dares to "cricket" Butterfly Taoist?

His potential is frighteningly high, and many masters have to bow down to him.

Within the supreme civilization of the Celestial Clan, he was a top-tier celebrity among the young and middle-aged.

Now, someone from the opposing camp actually dares to call him a bug, using the imagery of autumn winds cutting down fallen leaves and frost silencing countless insects to foreshadow his fate.

Throughout the battlefield, even the most skilled fighters engaged in life-or-death battles couldn't help but turn around and gaze into the distance.

Butterfly Daoist's attention was successfully drawn. He was about to charge into the crowd to hunt down the Grandmasters of the Jade Capital camp, but now he turned his head to look into the distance.

He wore a black Taoist robe with silver thread outlining the collar and cuffs, and colorful, intricate patterns on the back.

A middle-aged grandmaster introduced him in a low voice, saying, "He is that sword cultivator, known as 'One Sword Slash Through Thirty-Six Heavens,' a very suicidal title."

The Butterfly Taoist appeared to be in his early twenties, with thick, jet-black hair that shimmered with a crystalline sheen, adorned with a wooden hairpin. He had a fair complexion and ordinary features, yet possessed an ethereal quality, shrouded in a thin mist, as if a true immortal had been reincarnated and descended to the mortal realm for a temporary stroll.

His peers in the Celestial Clan all held him in awe, for he was the most outstanding young master of his time.

Beside Butterfly Daoist, the enormous five-colored beast spoke calmly: "Who doesn't want to live anymore?"

It naturally knew who was challenging it, and its current actions were merely to elevate its friend, Butterfly Daoist, and highlight his transcendent status.

With his left hand behind his back, the Butterfly Daoist's expression was neither joyful nor sorrowful. He calmly raised his eyes and looked towards the distant sky.

The five-colored beast's scales gleamed, as if they were forged from five different kinds of metals. It raised its enormous head, looked at its friend beside it, and said, "I'll help you clean it up."

It's intentionally telling everyone that not just anyone can mess with Butterfly Taoist.

Without Qin Ming needing to say anything, a group of people in the Yujing camp began to "cricket" it, including some grandmasters.

"They need education!"

"Lacking in beatings."

“You know nothing about ‘One Sword’.”

Back then, when Qin Ming confronted and sparred with the Totem faction, he fought in his true form and defeated many experts in the early stages of the fourth realm of that system.

On that day, this grandmaster-level five-colored beast had acted arrogantly, saying that even if Qin Ming cultivated for another twenty years, he might not be able to reach it.

Today, Qin Ming, clad in golden armor and carrying a greatsword, beckoned to it without saying a word, indicating he wouldn't mind killing this famous beast from the totem camp first.

It is obvious that the five-colored beast is very powerful and is one of the leading figures among the young and strong in the totem camp; otherwise, it would be difficult for it to be walking with Butterfly Daoist.

It raised its head and said, "If that's the case, then I'll go and kill him. Brother, you should watch the battle from the back. Not everyone is worth your personal involvement."

Without anyone noticing, it gave Butterfly Taoist a boost.

Qin Ming said, "Come here. I've long admired the Super Five-Colored... Extraordinary Blood."

Many people thought he meant to say that he had long heard of the great beast, but he ended up saying "strange blood"?

Many people were taken aback. "One Sword" was even more flamboyant and domineering than they had imagined, making people in the opposing camp feel uncomfortable.

The Yujing faction has always touted itself as righteous, so how come this famous "One Sword" is completely villainous? He makes no attempt to hide his lust for the precious blood within the five-colored beast.

"Evil cultivator!"

"Is this how Yujing behaves? How dare they ridicule us?"

A group of people grumbled inwardly, while some masters spoke their minds directly.

The five-colored beast remained unperturbed, gracefully traversing the air, and sighed leisurely, "They are all madmen. I ask the world, who is the true hero? A battle refines true gold, a breath cuts through dung."

Putting everything else aside, its ability to control its posture is unparalleled.

Five-colored mythical beasts traversed the night sky, instantly attracting the attention of many.

Qin Ming walked forward, wanting to take out the yellow silk umbrella and use the tip of the umbrella to pry open its skull.

"Slay it!"

"They're even more arrogant than sword cultivators!"

Pei Shuyan, Zhuo Qingming and others couldn't hold back any longer. The totem camp had been unilaterally "expelled" from the supreme civilization system by Yujing. How dare their grandmasters underestimate the renowned "One Sword"?
The Butterfly Taoist finally spoke: "I'll do it myself."

His face was ordinary, but his flesh and blood were clear and bright, and he exuded an ethereal aura. No matter how you looked at him, he seemed like a highly accomplished Taoist who had been banished to the mortal world and would one day return to the mortal realm.

As he spoke, he walked forward. Although his words were calm, they left no room for doubt; he was going to take the stage himself.

"Alright!" The five-colored beast nodded and stopped on the spot.

It secretly breathed a sigh of relief, having felt quite pressured just now. Although it knew very little about Yi Jian, only having heard of him, it already knew that he was a terrifying and ruthless character.

The appearance of the five-colored mythical beasts was merely a matter of "human relationships," using their support of the Butterfly Taoist to express their "sincerity" in being willing to go to great lengths for their friends.

In fact, it was unwilling to fight a bloody battle with Yijian.

As for whether those words might offend a powerful enemy, it's completely irrelevant. The two sides are already on opposing sides, and as long as they can win the favor and friendship of Butterfly Daoist, that's enough.

In the darkness, blood and fire mingled. Some mountain peaks had collapsed, with spears, broken swords, and other weapons embedded in them. The earth was torn apart, with long blades piercing through the strata. The corpses of grandmasters and the remains of high-level aliens lay scattered, all stained with blood, amidst the raging flames in the forest.

The fierce battle between the two sides was temporarily suspended because everyone was focused on Yi Jian and Die Daoren, wanting to see the outcome of their duel.

Undoubtedly, these two celebrities were key figures who could influence the course of the battle.

The Butterfly Daoist strolled high in the sky and said, "You challenged me from afar because you were afraid I would hunt down your grandmasters and you wouldn't be able to stop me, right?"

His body was shrouded in white mist, his ordinary face calm and indifferent, exuding a sense of distance. He said, "I'm the kind of person who responds better to gentleness than force. You've provoked me, and you still dare to try to change my mind? That's impossible!"

As he spoke, his aura changed, transforming from ethereal, clear, and otherworldly to sharp and domineering, filling him with a sense of oppression.

Butterfly Daoist's black hair flew wildly, and his eyes were like cold lightning. A terrifying wave expanded outward from him. The thick clouds above his head exploded, and the surrounding night fog collapsed.

He emitted a sonic boom, vanished from his spot, and charged towards the nearest senior master in the Jade Capital camp.

He teleported, appeared in another location, and while still some distance away, pressed a palm forward.

With a deafening roar, a dazzling display of light erupted, and a massive silver hand, composed of celestial light, appeared, truly "covering the sky with a single hand," pressing down upon the old master on the path to immortality.

He suddenly teleported, hunting down the enemy in his strongest form, intending to single-handedly defeat a grandmaster and give "One Sword" a taste of his power.

The old master, with his pure Yang consciousness blazing, unleashed a rare treasure and struck at the terrifying giant hand in the night sky, while rapidly retreating.

However, his weapon—the bronze mirror, which was surrounded by celestial radiance and was a true fifth-realm magic treasure—could not withstand the attack of that silver-white hand.

With a crack, the bronze mirror shattered on the spot, then exploded into dozens of pieces; the grandmaster-level treasure was actually no match for it.

At the same time, the large silver hand seemed to grasp the entire battlefield, making it suffocating. Runes spread out, covering the old master, whose mouth and nose were bleeding.

With a clang, a nine-colored sword light suddenly bloomed in this area, soaring into the sky and blocking the silver-white hand.

In the night sky, a white shockwave shook the heavens and earth, shattering the darkness.

The old master coughed up blood and withdrew from the battlefield, thankfully escaping being suppressed by the giant hand that had materialized.

In the night sky, the silvery-white hand retreated.

Qin Ming snorted coldly and unleashed his second sword strike, sweeping towards the opposing camp.

As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. If the other party launches a surprise attack and catches him off guard, intending to kill a grandmaster in public, then he will follow suit.

In an instant, a vast expanse of sword energy swept across the sky, its vibrant colors staining the night sky. The terrifying killing intent was boundless, enveloping the nearest grandmaster.

It no longer resembled sword light; rather, it was like a luminous river stretching across the sky, causing many to tremble with oppression.

"I'll do it!" the five-colored beast declared, using its wondrous technique to unleash a five-colored divine glow, employing the power of the five elements' rotation to neutralize this earth-shattering sword strike.

At this moment, it was still trying to curry favor with the Butterfly Taoist.

It must be said that its strength is indeed formidable, ranking among the top of its peers. Its five-colored rays of light are endless, like a dazzling divine wheel turning, blocking the sword light.

Behind the divine wheel, a middle-aged grandmaster tensed up and retreated rapidly. Just now, he felt that he might die, and blood was already seeping from his body.

Even his flesh and blood were already shimmering with sword light, and he was in danger of his body exploding.

Fortunately, the five-colored mythical beasts helped him block the sword light.

Suddenly, the five-colored beast's expression changed slightly. It realized that the sword light had too much aftereffect, which made it secretly tremble with fear, and its scales tightened all over its body.

Immediately, the Five-Colored Divine Wheel was torn apart, and the power of the five elements became disordered, failing to block the sword energy.

The five-colored beasts opened their mouths and spat out a large number of runes, which shone brightly and formed a small totem altar.

However, with a crack, fine cracks appeared on the altar, and it was damaged on the spot.

A burst of light erupted, the altar crumbled, and with a deafening roar, the light and flames exploded, accompanied by a mushroom cloud formed from spiritual matter rising into the sky.

The sword light had not yet completely died down when it slashed towards the five-colored beast.

Its face was grim. It had originally intended to calmly and effortlessly deflect the sword strike, but now it was in such a sorry state.

In its haste, it raised its massive hooves and charged forward.

Amidst the clanging sounds, sparks flew and blood splattered, but the five-colored beasts absorbed it all instantly and imperceptibly with their runic light.

It didn't want to be too embarrassed.

When the sword light dissipated, its face turned somewhat green, and its two front hooves... were bald, almost completely severed, a free foot trimming.

It felt pain, blood was about to seep out, which it forcibly absorbed, and it put down its hooves, stepping back into the void to conceal itself.

The five-colored beast originally intended to do someone a favor and show off its skills, but in the end, it revealed its two bald hooves.

Qin Ming nodded and said, "Not bad, not weak!" This was already a high level of recognition he had for his opponent.

However, to the five-colored beast, its five-colored scales felt burning hot, as if it had been slapped across the face.

Daoist Butterfly said, "Brother Daoist, let's rest for now. I'll deal with him myself."

In the night sky, he confronted Qin Ming. Just now, the power he displayed had truly shocked many people; his large, silver-white hand was incredibly oppressive.

The night breeze blew, causing his thick black hair to flutter behind him, and his ordinary face was filled with confidence.

"The potential of a supreme sword immortal is truly awe-inspiring." He affirmed, a complex light flashing deep in his eyes.

He had realized that his opponent's level of skill was probably not as high as his own.

However, their initial encounter was evenly matched.

Different factions, not knowing much about each other's paths, such as the Dao Seed of Parasitic Civilization, are indifferent to the Nine-Colored Sword Demon and have never heard of it.

But Butterfly Daoist was different. He had even practiced swordsmanship and studied the way of the knife. He knew what the appearance of this nine-colored sword light represented, and his heart was truly turbulent and he could hardly calm down.

Ordinary grandmasters of the Celestial Clan are unaware of the hidden details, but someone of Butterfly Daoist's status can access those long-sealed notes and knows that the opponent is dangerous and exceptionally troublesome.

However, this is also an opportunity. This sword cultivator's realm is not as high as his, so perhaps there is a chance to eliminate a future peerless powerhouse for the Celestial Clan ahead of time.

Then, a faint smile appeared on Butterfly Daoist's face, but his eyes grew even colder.

Has this person been parasitized? Qin Ming stared at him, but found nothing so far. The other party seemed very normal, with a completely autonomous consciousness, and every word and action was in line with the aura of the Celestial Clan.

"Slash!" At this moment, Daoist Butterfly drew his sword. The dazzling sword light pierced the deep sky, like a divine waterfall falling from the sky, or like endless lightning pouring down.

Between heaven and earth, the aura of swords was boundless and endless.

Below, in the primeval forest, all the vegetation had faded, and the leaves had already withered and fallen before they were even touched by the distant sword light. The world was desolate, as if the harsh winter had arrived.

Many people were in an uproar and retreated into the distance. Even grandmasters were retreating, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Some of the weaker teenagers had already collapsed to the ground, suppressed by that invisible domain across the void.

The older generation quickly took action, each leading their youths who had come for training away; otherwise, they would soon be crushed by the invisible blades.

Chi!
Sword energy soars to the heavens!
Qin Ming made his move, using the light of his sword to break through the intent of the blade.

Before their eyes, all they saw was a vast expanse of beams of light, filled with the glint of swords and the clash of blades, as two figures engaged in a fierce battle—a top-tier clash of conventional forces.

No one expected that Daoist Butterfly would use a knife so fiercely, daring to fight a sword cultivator like this. In a sense, this can also be considered a sword duel.

Butterfly Daoist demonstrated through his actions that he was not afraid of "One Sword," who possessed the potential to become a supreme sword immortal, and dared to fight in the opponent's area of ​​expertise.

In truth, his own heart was sinking. Seeing that Jiu Yuan was not joking, if it weren't for his higher realm, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it, and the sword energy might have already entered his body.

With his profound skill, he brought this potentially unbalanced sword duel back to equilibrium.

Under the cover of night, the boundless glint of blades and the vast expanse of sword energy intertwined in the void, shattering the clouds and dispersing the night mist.

In a daze, people seemed to see sword flashes and huge waves crashing, with towering waves and surging rivers of sword energy, magnificent yet terrifying.

The two figures clashed fiercely, their battle a spectacular display.

Brilliant blade energy and dazzling sword light raged across the entire sky, as if a vast galaxy were falling from the heavens, rapidly expanding from the sky and flowing across the mortal realm.

While the great battle raged here, bloody battles also broke out in other places.

For example, Yun Jianyue is fighting against an Abyss King, while Qian Cheng is facing off against an Eight-Headed Dragon.

A top-tier battle among conventional forces is unfolding on the edge of the enclave and the Crimson Forest.

……

The sword light was like a thousand thunderbolts, and the blade energy was like rivers and seas. The night sky was exceptionally bright, and the two seemed to be bathed in lightning as they moved through the boundless light curtain, attacking relentlessly.

The Butterfly Taoist's lips curled into a slight smile. He was wielding his sword, but he was also making arrangements. As his Taoist robe fluttered, the white mist around him thickened.

Only the Celestials knew that his methods were unpredictable.

His true form is a kind of magical butterfly. Once he flaps his wings, countless tiny, wondrous substances fall down, which are difficult to detect immediately with the naked eye and spiritual perception alone.

The denser the celestial mist surrounding him, the more it indicates that his wondrous substance, capable of causing hallucinations in his opponents, is about to exert a terrifying effect.

"Hmm?" Butterfly Daoist sensed something was wrong; his mind went blank for a moment.

He was instantly horrified; had he started hallucinating himself?
With a soft thud, a sword pierced his abdomen, leaving a gaping, bloody hole. The Nine-Colored Sword Demon was truly indestructible.

Qin Ming also sensed something was wrong; his mental domain was acting strangely, so he immediately raised his defenses to the maximum!

In fact, when he was expanding the Primordial Sword Domain, he focused on operating the Illusionary Spirit Field, which was mainly based on the Great Dream God Mushroom and could affect the surrounding consciousness.

Both of them had extremely keen intuition and realized that they had been tricked.

Qin Ming's shoulder was struck by the blade, his standard armor split open, and a wisp of blood mist drifted out.

With a whoosh, the two men, each wounded by a knife or sword, teleported backward, using their mental techniques to escape the hallucinatory field.

Qin Ming said with disgust, "You big moth, you keep shaking off powder while you're fighting, so dirty."

Butterfly Daoist spoke indifferently: "And how much better are you? Aren't you just criticizing yourself too?"

His abdominal wound had healed, and even his patterned black Taoist robe had returned to its original state.

He raised his sword again, mysterious runes spreading out and condensing into a dazzling blade in his hand, pointing forward before swinging it.

In an instant, the sky and earth seemed to collapse, and the sword energy howled like ghosts wailing. In addition to the vast sword light, there were also terrifying fluctuations in the world.

On the Yujing side, many people's expressions changed slightly.

The experts from the Celestial Clan smiled, revealing a look of joy.

Centered on the Butterfly Daoist, divine light crisscrossed, and silk threads burst forth, crisscrossing and omnipresent, as if the heavens and the earth were all caught in a web.

The Celestial Clan knew what this was: the renowned "Immortal Silkworm Scripture".

Butterfly Daoist's true form is a demonic butterfly, but if we trace his origins, he was originally a wingless insect. After obtaining the "Undying Silkworm Scripture," he cultivated it to the level of profound understanding, and his life level underwent a transformation.

It is both a butterfly and an insect, and at this moment it is demonstrating the true essence of its mastery.

The night sky was filled with the light of silkworms, dividing it into many areas. The power of the immortal silkworms was inexhaustible and continuous, like a dense net of order, about to lock down the opponent.

Qin Ming remained fearless, standing within the net, his right hand unleashing a dazzling beam of light from the Nine-Colored Sword Demon, indestructible and unstoppable.

With a single swing of his sword, the silkworm light shattered.

Nearby, even though the silk threads stretched endlessly, like a galaxy weaving the sky, they could not stop the sword light. Wherever the nine-colored sword light went, those net-like things shattered and exploded in large pieces.

However, the "Immortal Silkworm Scripture" embodies the concept of immortality to the fullest extent, with broken silkworm threads and surging divine light automatically reconnecting.

The Butterfly Taoist intends to turn this place into a cage to trap his opponent inside.

With a thunderous roar, Qin Ming's nine-colored sword light blazed with intense lightning and fire. He fused the Primordial Myriad Thunder Seals into the sword light, and the Four True Flames were also released. He intended to ignite this place and shatter the silkworm cage.

Sure enough, the thunder and fire spread, as if they were about to burn the sky, and the entire night sky was ravaged by uncontrollable forces.

"Immortality is the true essence!" Butterfly Daoist murmured to himself.

The night sky was different; the two seemed to be in a special battlefield, isolated from the real world.

Silkworms intertwine, and the two energies of yin and yang flow, dissolving thunder and fire and cooling the place. The Butterfly Taoist uses flesh and blood and spirit as a medium to present a picture.

He fully manifested the power of the Undying Silkworm Scripture, demonstrating its terrifying scope.

In the void, besides the crisscrossing silk threads and divine light, there were also densely packed characters shining everywhere, the scriptures were tangible, suppressing the opponent.

Most terrifyingly, the divine insects emitted light, weaving intricate patterns that included various weapons and celestial maps.

Qin Ming was shocked. Silkworms wove swords, cauldrons, and treasure furnaces... countless wondrous treasures, all formed from the silk of divine insects, filled the void.

Butterfly Daoist stood deep within the silkworm net, surrounded by a cacophony of countless artifacts, all working together to suppress his opponent, "One Sword."

Qin Ming cleaved the cauldron, extinguished the furnace, and chiseled through the pagoda, finding the situation quite troublesome because the opponent's realm of intent was still evolving and had not yet stopped.

The tangible silk and divine light also circulate endlessly, never extinguished.

Some silkworm threads even broke through and wrapped around Qin Ming, locking him in place; some divine light tore through his standard armor, and the silkworm light tried to cut into his flesh.

The divine insect spun silk endlessly, and divine light continuously surged forth.

With a thunderous roar, Qin Ming used his spiritual field to evolve a sword domain, superimposed with nine-colored sword aura, yin-yang five elements wind and thunder. The nine domains expanded outward from him as the center, creating a terrifying scene, almost like a massive explosion of the entire domain.

The cage was broken, the silkworm light dimmed, the crisscrossing silk net was burning, and the weapons exploded and shattered one after another.

Butterfly Taoist coughed up blood as a sword light struck his chest.

"Having witnessed the perfection of the Ninefold, he truly lives up to the legend." Moved by this, he wiped his chest with his hand, and the wound disappeared, his body instantly restored, revealing his immortality.

The Butterfly Daoist teleported backward, his voice calm, and said, "Have you ever experienced unsolvable despair?"

Centered on him, layers upon layers of ripples, like water waves or shackles, flew towards Qin Ming in circles, surrounding him.

“I have experienced it firsthand.” The Butterfly Taoist spoke softly as he performed a wondrous technique, resonating with his past experiences—a re-enactment of a certain state of mind.

With a thunderous roar, countless rays of light appeared, this time not weaving words or weapons, but weaving a sky full of stars, accompanied by the emergence of a coffin, which pressed down on the opponent.

Qin Ming felt a chill run down his spine. This true scripture seemed to have a life of its own, and when it revealed its profound meaning, all sorts of strange phenomena appeared, as if it were approaching reality from nothingness.

He once traveled to the Great Thunder Temple in his spirit and learned that some of the strange phenomena corresponded to real objects. Could it be that a sky full of stars were buried together in an ancient coffin?
Now the spirits of the stars and the coffin are emerging, together suppressing him.

With a whoosh, Qin Ming was plunged into absolute darkness, unable to see anything.

He realized that this was probably entering a coffin, to be buried with stars.

The Butterfly Daoist's voice was deep and powerful, piercing through the darkness and resounding in Qin Ming's ears and heart: "The true scripture manifests, the star coffin descends to earth, sealing the spirit for five thousand autumns, burying this life..."

This seems to be a cultivation technique, or perhaps some kind of ritual.

What creature in this world can live for more than five thousand years? This is to seal off the opponent and exhaust their life force.

Is this the unsolvable despair that Butterfly Taoist experienced?
Qin Ming scanned his surroundings. He felt as if he were standing in an abyss, surrounded by darkness. He wanted to exert his strength, but the vast emptiness around him seemed endless.

He frowned. This place was really strange. Was he now sealed inside the so-called Star Coffin? Was this the realm of consciousness or the real world? The boundary between the virtual and the real was somewhat blurred.

At this moment, he was overwhelmed by endless drowsiness and wanted to fall asleep, lie dormant, and wait to emerge from his cocoon.

Qin Ming felt he was losing control; he wanted to sleep there forever.

The next instant, he was horrified. His mind was filled with light, and the sword light of the Nine Perfections illuminated his spiritual realm, allowing him to regain his clarity.

Qin Ming suddenly realized where he was. It couldn't possibly be some kind of burial ground for stars.

It may have actually existed in ancient times.

But in this world, how could the Butterfly Daoist have such an experience? This is nothing more than... the outer shell of a cocoon or pupa.

Qin Ming believed that when the Butterfly Daoist was still an insect, he had faced death nine times. This was his experience of wanting to transform into a butterfly. He was sealed in darkness, unable to break out of his cocoon or hatch, and almost died inside.

In fact, this is part of the truth. Furthermore, the Butterfly Daoist is currently holding a cocoon and using an ancient treasure to seal his opponent.

Qin Ming's entire body was covered in runes, densely packed with chaotic energy. At this moment, the three paths he cultivated merged together, unleashing an astonishing fluctuation.

He sensed something in the darkness and longed to break through this world immediately.

With a whoosh, the axe intent arose from his heart, and a brilliant light emerged from his inner vision, condensing into a vast expanse of light. Carrying the aura of calamity, it burst forth from Qin Ming's body, full of killing power.

With a loud bang, the so-called coffin of the stars shattered.

Qin Ming, radiating murderous intent, stormed out.

The Butterfly Daoist was thrown backward by the impact, his spellcasting was interrupted, and he suffered a backlash, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He quickly adjusted his state, weaving a web with his mind, and faintly, magnificent wings unfurled behind him.

Qin Ming unleashed his full power, the Nine-Colored Sword Aura reaching the heavens and earth, densely packed and pouring forth wildly, recklessly piercing through the night and covering the area in front of him.

Because, as the Butterfly Daoist, he is now a butterfly, and must have corresponding means.

Having just finished defeating the insect form, Qin Ming didn't want to fall into the opponent's rhythm again, so it was the best time to kill it.

With a hissing sound, Qin Ming went all out, his runes blooming, his sword energy sweeping across the front like a bursting river. He didn't care about the cost; even if it exhausted him, he was determined to crush his opponent first.

Butterfly Daoist's pupils contracted as he tried to dodge, but facing a sword cultivator who was almost berserk, he could not escape; the sword light locked onto him.

"Ah..." he roared in pain as parts of his body were pierced by the sword light, and even his face was hit by the sword, half of his face was cut off.

"How can it withstand so much?" Qin Ming used another technique, golden threads blooming within his body, densely wrapped around the sword light, and slashed out together!
(End of this chapter)