Night without Borders

Chapter 582 Transcendence Above
Inside the Grand Canyon, wine jars and jade cups are laid out horizontally, exuding a rich aroma.

In the night sky, Qin Ming stood amidst the billowing clouds, his robes fluttering, exuding an otherworldly aloofness, like a banished immortal who did not covet worldly splendor, utterly alone, accompanied only by the gentle breeze and fine wine.

Ironically, it was this "celestial guest," with his flowing sleeves, radiant aura, and aloof demeanor, who unleashed his thunderous power, single-handedly annihilating five grandmasters.

As night fell, the Huang family, who had been so confident, and the team that had come to help, fell silent and froze in place.

Not long ago, he had publicly pointed out Qin Ming's reputation. His back was leaning against the ship's railing, his legs were a little weak, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Among the various groups that followed the Huang family, there were many exceptionally talented individuals who held themselves in high regard. Now, they were all speechless, as if petrified.

Those are five grandmasters, not some random nobody on the street. In this special era, they are already high-end combat power, capable of intimidating all sides.

However, the man, bathed in the light and rain as if shrouded in moonlight, with his left hand behind his back, moved with such ease that he crushed them with just his right hand.

You could hear a pin drop here; only the aroma of wine wafted on the breeze.

Qin Ming's ruthless actions had an immediate and powerful effect, intimidating many and making them hesitant to act rashly.

He believed himself to be kind-hearted.

This swift and decisive action prevented a mob from blindly joining the fray, effectively saving many lives.

For example, the grandmaster of Star Mountain is the best negative example. He could have stayed out of it, but he insisted on sticking his neck out, which in turn played the most profound "demonstration" role.

What does this have to do with you? You've just lost your life for no reason.

The Grandmaster of Lei Ze Palace had the deepest understanding. He was about to take a step forward, but at the last moment, he suddenly pulled back and was now covered in cold sweat.

He was still shaken and felt a lingering fear.

When he saw the mysterious man looking at him, his scalp tingled as if struck by lightning, and a chill ran through his heart, as if a blizzard had swept through him.

He really wanted to say: I just twisted my ankle, no disrespect intended.

Fortunately, the mysterious man only glanced at him indifferently and did not investigate further.

"I am a living Bodhisattva, you should all kowtow to me," Qin Ming whispered.

Its sound was like a murmur, drifting in the night wind.

When some members of the Huang family heard this, they were furious. What kind of madman was this? After brutally defeating four of their grandmasters, he still showed a compassionate attitude.

Some people were furious; this was simply outrageous!

However, the other teams were deeply moved. At first, they thought he was very arrogant and domineering, but upon closer examination, some of them found that he made a lot of sense.

Among those present were many exceptional talents, such as Zhou Tiandao, Yan Zhuohua, and Lu Zheng, all of whom stared intently at the "banished immortal" in the arena.

Such transcendence, freedom, and strength—isn't that exactly the goal they pursue?

“You…” The renowned Huang family elder’s chest heaved as he leaned against the ship’s railing, finding it hard to accept the outcome.

"Since several grandmasters have already offered their lives as atonement, let's drop this matter," Qin Ming said calmly.

He didn't want to delve into it further, since they were all in the Yujing camp.

Many people in the surrounding area breathed a sigh of relief.

Some teams came specifically to lend their support, while many more came simply to watch the spectacle.

As for now, anyone with a modicum of sense would not easily get involved.

However, most of the Huang family's experts had ashen faces.

Today, they feel they have suffered a great humiliation.

This clan is deeply rooted and holds a transcendent position even in the highest heavens. Yet, they are now being intimidated by a single person. How can they bear this?

In fact, it's mainly due to their ingrained sense of superiority and the "psychological burden" they've developed.

The Huang family's status is too revered. If they were to retreat in disgrace after being suppressed and humiliated like this, they would likely be severely punished by the old monster in the clan.

However, reality teaches us the hardest lessons.

When the mysterious figure suspended in the night sky cast a glance at them, the humiliation and anger in many people's hearts vanished instantly, as if struck by a blizzard in the dead of winter.

Only a few older figures are still trying to save face, not wanting to tarnish the Huang family's reputation, while also secretly waiting for reinforcements.

"Disperse." Qin Ming spoke calmly, uttering only two words.

He scanned the surroundings and issued a warning.

In an instant, those who had come just to watch the spectacle immediately took action and retreated into the distance, mainly because the behavior of the person in front of them was too terrifying.

Those who had come to lend their support began to retreat in an orderly fashion after a brief commotion.

"This... one person alone suppresses all the heroes." Someone whispered excitedly, their heart trembling.

Yan Zhuohua, Li Heng, Zhou Tiandao, and the others were all somewhat mesmerized.

Lu Jingli, the direct descendant of Celestial Venerable Lu Heng, had a glint in her eyes; this was the kind of person she considered her ideal Daoist partner.

The person was shrouded in light and mist, so detached that a single word from him could intimidate an entire clan.

Lu Jingli was deeply moved and could hardly contain herself, but she knew that such a stunning "celestial guest" was far too ethereal and distant.

Unless the Celestial Venerable personally acts as matchmaker, she will likely never have the chance to meet such a person in her lifetime.

The Huang family's forces also moved, retreating silently. The situation was beyond their control; if they dared to continue fighting head-on, they feared they would suffer the same fate as the other grandmasters.

Only two warships remained, suspended motionless in the night sky.

This is the Huang family's "face." If everyone is driven away by that person's words and scatters, how will the world view them?

Clearly, they were the main force of the tribe, and also the tough guys who were deliberately left behind to save face for the clan.

Their presence here proves that the Huang family is fearless and dares to face the threat of death.

An old man transmitted his voice: "Don't be afraid. Saints like Wei Shouzhen and Wendao will be arriving soon. And if the important figures of the Huang family hear the news, they will come immediately."

On the two warships, a few people had slightly pale faces.

Just then, Qin Ming spoke again, saying, "If you don't retreat, do you want to be my enemy?"

He had already shown leniency, not wanting the situation to escalate, but unfortunately, these people were stubbornly holding on for the sake of the so-called Huang family's reputation.

He walked forward step by step, and in an instant, a strong wind surged, and the entire night sky trembled slightly.

Those who were still standing in the distance, wanting to watch, suddenly felt a chill run down their spines and quickly moved back.

"Prepare...battle formation," an elder of the Huang family secretly transmitted.

Runes intertwined on the two treasure ships, and everyone on board held weapons, seemingly trying to merge into one and attack in a battle formation.

Qin Ming coldly replied, "If that's the case, then I'll send you on your way."

The Huang family had already launched the first attack, with energy rune weapons mounted on two warships, releasing terrifying beams of light towards the figures ahead.

In the vast sky, Qin Ming vanished like a fleeting flower, disappearing from his original spot and arriving in front of the two treasure ships in the blink of an eye—his speed was incredible.

The so-called safe distance was broken by his foot, and he was already right next to me.

He was very casual; with a flick of his sleeve, he swept it towards the hull of the ship.

As night fell, the clouds and mist burst open, and the first warship first made a cracking sound as the illuminated patterns went out on the spot, then with a loud bang, it exploded completely.

This sight shocked everyone.

In the distance, the experts watching the battle felt their hair stand on end, involuntarily letting out a cry of surprise, and then staggering backward, as if they were on the battlefield and had suffered a terrible blow.

"Boom!"

Qin Ming waved his sleeves again, and the second treasure ship disintegrated and exploded.

On both ships, the Huang family experts with "integrity" were all blown to pieces, with only blood and bones flying everywhere, and no intact corpses at all.

What a terrifying power this is?

Those warships were all equipped with ingenious formations, making them terrifying "weapons of mass destruction," even grandmasters were wary of them. In the end, that person destroyed them all with just two powerful sleeve strikes.

Some pure Yang consciousnesses, though not extinguished, reignited. However, as a large hand covered them and lightning seals swept across the void, the remaining souls were reduced to ashes before they could even utter a sound.

Qin Ming rode the wind, piercing through the night fog, and pressed forward. The rest of the Huang family had already retreated to the distance, but upon seeing this, they immediately moved back again, a chill running down their spines, their hearts trembling.

All of the Huang family's "integrity" has vanished. Still trying to act tough? That's tantamount to having a death wish.

Those watching were all deeply shocked.

Everyone invited by the Huang family to help had clear eyes, secretly relieved that they hadn't gone on stage immediately.

After witnessing the bloody reality from afar, some of them took the initiative to bow to Qin Ming, demonstrating their politeness, understanding of propriety, and reasonableness.

It's clear they're stating that they will never get involved again.

Zhou Tiandao, Yan Zhuohua, Lu Zheng and others were accompanied by Grandmasters, and other super powers such as Tianshenling and Leize Palace had more than one Grandmaster present, but none of them stood with the Huang family.

After all, even the remnants of the Huang family were scared off.

Qin Ming's sleeves fluttered in the wind. After killing five grandmasters and blowing up two warships, he no longer exuded any killing intent and seemed to float away as if he were detached from the world.

"Such a person is truly..." Even Yan Zhuohua, a figure who seemed like a classical fairy who had stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting, murmured.

However, at the last moment she suddenly shut her mouth to prevent the Huang family from hearing.

The young prodigies present were all deeply moved; such a remarkable figure truly inspired their admiration.

Qin Ming glanced at everyone intently before preparing to leave.

Suddenly, he felt something, stopped, and looked back into the distance.

At first, no one noticed, until a dazzling beam of light appeared on the horizon, like a comet streaking across the sky, cutting through the vast night and arriving at breakneck speed.

Many people exclaimed in surprise that the pure Yang power was too powerful, with flames burning fiercely and exceptionally bright, arriving in this area from the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Wei Shouzhen!" Someone recognized who it was.

A blazing sun shone across the sky, and the pure Yang consciousness of the saint Wei Shouzhen pierced through the sea of ​​night mist, standing on the scene before the Huang family members.

"Shouzhen, you've arrived." The elders of the Huang family spoke up, quickly informing him of the details, their expressions extremely solemn.

"What about Wendao?" another old man asked.

Initially, they had full confidence in the Grandmaster-level Saint, but after witnessing that person's actions firsthand, they all felt uncertain and somewhat panicked.

Wei Shouzhen spoke up: "It's alright, I'll have a go at him."

In the distance, Wen Dao appeared, but his path was blocked. A grandmaster, extremely serious, immediately informed him of the details.

"Killed five grandmasters with one hand?" Upon hearing this, the saint's pupils contracted, and he stopped in his tracks, not following.

He was a little apprehensive and wanted to take a look first.

In particular, a familiar master nearby secretly advised him, saying, "You are here in person; you should not leave the arena lightly."

As night fell, people from all sides whispered amongst themselves, never expecting that another storm would break out.

"The core saints of Yujing have already obtained a portion of the supreme inheritance, and it is said that Wei Shouzhen is already a grandmaster. Just how strong will he be now?"

Many people are looking forward to it. The mysterious figure is too powerful, looking down on all the grandmasters. Now that the saint has arrived, what kind of dazzling sparks will be ignited when the two compete?
Wei Shouzhen walked forward, his figure clearly visible, standing in the midst of a great sun, illuminating the night sky.

He looked rather heroic, with a tall and powerful physique, as if a dragon was lurking in the sky, and an inner immortal spirit. His eyes under his sword-like eyebrows were bright and piercing, as if they could see right through people's hearts.

This person has an outstanding appearance and temperament, and is very dignified.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"The light of righteousness, a heart full of kindness and compassion," Qin Ming said.

In the distance, the Huang family members cursed their bad luck. This person claimed to be righteous, so were they categorized as evil and wicked?
Taking advantage of this opportunity, they retreated to a distance, truly terrified of being beaten.

Qin Ming was also observing Wei Shouzhen, wondering if he was the real mastermind behind Xin Yuan. He had been investigating this matter, but so far he had no sense of anything.

Wei Shouzhen spoke up: "Friend, you've gone too far. These grandmasters are all old and frail. Why must you resort to such deadly methods?"

Qin Ming calmly replied, "Killing them is fine, it's just a convenient way to solve the problem of bad people getting old."

Then, he looked at the saints before him and said, "Are you going to stand up for them?"

Wei Shouzhen remained calm and composed, his body radiating the light of the sun, sacred and splendid, and said, "I was just about to demand an explanation."

Qin Ming stood with his hands behind his back and said, "It's just a pure Yang consciousness, yet it dares to come close to me?"

Some people had already realized that Wei Shouzhen was a condensation of consciousness, while many others only found out now because his pure yang dharma body looked exactly the same as his true body.

Who exactly is this mysterious person? They completely disregard the saints.

Zhou Tiandao, Yan Zhuohua, and the others watched quietly, their hearts filled with unease.

Many people feel that the man in the night sky, with his ethereal air and arrogance, might also be considered a kind of carefree and unrestrained spirit.

Wei Shouzhen remained calm and said, "If I am defeated, my true form will fight you."

"Please!" he gestured, and then launched his attack.

In the night sky, it suddenly became as bright as day. Wei Shouzhen's pure Yang consciousness surged, and immortal patterns intertwined, distorting the void as if it were collapsing.

With a single punch, a dazzling light, righteous and majestic, illuminated the heavens and the earth.

Qin Ming clenched his right fist and slammed it down. He did not underestimate his opponent and showed sufficient respect to a Saint-level figure.

Beneath the sky, two dazzling fists clashed, like two suns meeting, unleashing endless runes and flames that soared into the heavens before exploding in all directions.

Many people were in so much pain that tears streamed down their faces, and some even had blood trickling from the corners of their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

In the arena, Qin Ming was surrounded by divine light and remained unmoved, with only his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he were about to ride the wind to become an immortal.

Wei Shouzhen staggered backward, and fine cracks appeared on his fist, spreading all the way to his arm and then expanding to other parts of his body.

It was a terrifying scene. He was like a human-shaped porcelain vase, and after the impact, cracks appeared all over his body.

This is his pure Yang Dharma body. Although this kind of consciousness is hard to extinguish, it also depends on what level of power it encounters.

He is still dazzling and clear, but under the even more blinding light of the fist, he is about to be torn apart.

Wei Shouzhen was like a glowing crystal figure, crumbling away.

With a bang, his pure yang body was completely shattered, but the pure yang power suddenly surged up, and the light and flames soared into the sky, as he tried to reconstruct his body.

Qin Ming followed up with a punch, which boomed like an immortal light piercing through the heavens, illuminating all things, and possessing the power to destroy everything, aiming to annihilate the saint's pure Yang consciousness.

Wei Shouzhen's newly formed body was once again cracked with terrifying fissures. His heart pounded, his expression turned solemn, and he could no longer remain calm; it was about to explode again.

With a clang, he suddenly took out a divine chain, dazzlingly bright, wrapped with the power of fragments of rules, pierced through the night sky, and shot towards his opponent.

Qin Ming's pupils contracted. This was... the Chains of Magic!
Seeing this from afar, the saint nodded immediately, thinking...it was settled.

Immediately, pure Yang divine light spread out beneath his feet, and he moved forward as if stepping on a magnificent road, his true form slightly approaching the battlefield.

This wasn't Qin Ming's first time dealing with the Chain of Laws; he had prior experience.

Without making a sound, he opened the tattered cloth space, and without taking out the yellow silk umbrella, he went forward to meet them.

The magic chains were dazzling, illuminating the void, but when they reached Qin Ming's fingertips, they quickly dimmed, like a candle being extinguished in a gale.

Wei Shouzhen tried to pull it back, but to his astonishment, he found that he couldn't pull it apart; the magic chain had hit a target and was stuck.

Huang Luo Cangsan, still grumpy from just waking up, was filled with resentment. It was truly lacking in martial ethics; it had only been taking a short nap when it was ambushed.

Without a doubt, it has been "tattooed" again.

The tattered cloth was not visible to anyone, so Wei Shouzhen couldn't see what it was at all. He only felt that there was a void around the opponent's fist imprint, as if an abyss had opened up.

Qin Ming clenched his fist again and slammed it down, causing the saint Wei Shouzhen to explode on the spot.

Wei Shouzhen's pure Yang consciousness transformed into a stream of light, attempting to escape.

Qin Ming silently vanished from his spot, teleported to the front, covered the shattered spiritual light with his large hand, grabbed it all in his palm, and crushed it violently.

"A mere wisp of pure Yang consciousness dares to display its power before me?" Qin Ming said calmly, his left hand behind his back.

(End of this chapter)