Chapter 111

Chapter 111: How Could He Be a Sword Cultivator?

Dozens of ghost souls emerged from the talisman, charging at Ming like a hundred demons wandering in the night.

After all these years of training within the Blood Floating Pagoda concept, Ming could now sense the cultivation stage of an opponent through their spiritual energy.

The opponent’s energy was sparse yet overwhelming; without any doubt, it should be the Sea Observing Realm. However, there was a hint of Dragon Gate leaping, probably indicating the Late Stage of Sea Observing Realm.

Ming threw out a punch, the explosive blood qi scattering the evil spirits, clearing a path forward.

Ming stepped ahead, crushing the floor tiles with one foot.

Advancing quickly, Ming closed the distance.

But the opponent also knew how terrifying it was for a Martial Artist at Heroic Soul Realm to get close.

“Fall!”

Hui extended his palm downward, a black Dharma seal descending from the heavens, pressing down on Ming’s crown.

However, Ming paid no heed. The Martial True Qi swirling around him made the seal shatter like an egg hitting a stone.

Hui furrowed his brows, pointing forward as a beam of Yin Qi shot toward Ming’s heart.

Ming’s pupils gradually transformed, arcane Dao Patterns emerging from his darkened eyes.

This was the first time Ming had used the Dao Pattern Eye in actual combat.

Since the battle against Sheng, although Ming had obtained the Dao Pattern Eye, he never used it during missions.

Back then, his cultivation was too low, and the Dao Pattern Eye consumed too much physical strength and spiritual energy.

Most importantly, everyone acted together, and if he used the Dao Pattern Eye, it would surely be noticed. At that point, explaining himself would be difficult since everyone believed his spiritual root was severed.

Suddenly being able to use spiritual energy wouldn’t be easy to explain.

So Ming decided to save it for life-or-death situations, using it as a last-resort ultimate move.

Who knew that over those years, they never encountered any mortal crises.

And this time, Ming felt he could give it a try.

The moment the Dao Pattern Eye activated, Ming clearly perceived the flow of surrounding spiritual energy.

For the man before him, whether it was his meridians or the flow of internal energy, everything was crystal clear to Ming.

Even the Yin Qi-formed death beam appeared extremely slow in Ming’s eyes.

Ming sidestepped, stomped his left foot, instantly closing in, and delivered a punch.

Ming’s fist pierced through Hui’s heart, but Ming felt no satisfaction.

Frowning, Ming retreated.

“Boom!”

The man exploded into pieces of paper.

“Are you really a Heroic Soul Realm Martial Artist?”

Behind Ming, Hui’s voice echoed.

“Of course.” As Ming replied, he spun over ninety degrees on his left leg, kicking Hui’s head.

Hui’s head shattered, but instead of blood mist, paper shards scattered everywhere.

In an instant, dozens of paper men identical to Hui wielding large swords charged at Ming.

Ming focused his gaze, charging in a specific direction, reducing every obstructing paper man to shreds with his fists.

“Hmm?” A girl sitting cross-legged on the roof, supporting her chin, lowered her left leg, curiously straightening her waist, her ink-black pupils blinking, “These eyes… have some meaning.”

Heaven Opening Fist — Thunder!

Ming effortlessly located Hui’s true body. His fist carried the might of thunder, specifically countering such Yin Qi entities.

“Boom!”

Ming’s punch struck.

The opponent couldn’t dodge in time and crossed his hands in front for defense.

From Ming’s fist came the sound of bones breaking and flesh exploding.

Hui flew five meters away, landing on the ground, both arms having turned into blood mist.

Before Hui could rise, another of Ming’s punches descended from above.

“Damn! Is this guy really at Heroic Soul Realm?!”

Hui jumped up, chanting the Dharma Decree. White paper flew out from Hui’s storage bag, condensing into identical arms.

Hui felt a great unease, though reluctant, he bit his finger and drew blood on a talisman.

“Clang!”

An armored ghost general blocked Ming’s attack in front of Hui.

“Kill him!”

Hui clenched his teeth, his heart bleeding!

Summoning this ghost general cost him a hundred years of lifespan!

As a Sea Observing Realm cultivator, a hundred years of lifespan might be crucial for breaking through to the Dragon Gate Realm!

He’s dead meat!

“Hooooooowwwwwl!!!”

The ghost general roared, holding a large cleaver, leaping high.

Ming had no intention of dodging.

Behind Ming, Martial True Qi began to gather ceaselessly.

A three-meter-tall martial soul manifested behind Ming.

The most distinctive feature of a Heroic Soul Realm Martial Artist is the existence of a martial soul.

Ming’s martial soul supported his Martial True Qi against the enemy’s blade, delivering a punch to the chest, followed by another.

Like gods drumming, each punch heavier than the last.

With the final punch, the ghost general was smashed into thousands of dissipating Yin Qi.

“Not good!”

Hui felt dread rising, turning to flee.

In Hui’s view, killing a Heroic Soul Realm Martial Artist should be as easy as blowing ash away. He’d done it before.

But Hui could not comprehend how strong Ming was.

Still, no problem. If he couldn’t fight, he could still run, right?

Heroic Soul Realm Martial Artists can’t even fly. How could they catch up?

But just as this thought crossed Hui’s mind, his throat tingled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking down, he saw a peachwood sword piercing his abdomen.

Losing balance, Hui fell from the air, tumbling and leaving a trail of blood ten meters long.

Struggling to rise, Ming was already stepping on his chest.

“You… you’re a Sword Cultivator!” Hui sensed the residual Sword Qi lingering within his body, feeling bewildered.

Isn’t this Zhuāngyuán Láng supposed to have a severed spiritual root, unable to cultivate?

How could he be a Sword Cultivator?!

“I’ve never said I’m just a Martial Artist.”

Ming smiled, gripping the peachwood sword with his right hand. The sword flew into Ming’s grasp, and with a gentle flick, the mask covering Hui’s face was torn off.

“Oh, so it’s Young Master Li. Young Master Li looks far more sinister in person than in portraits. Does Young Master Li know what crime it is to assassinate a sixth-rank official of the court?”

“I…”

“Boom!”

Just as Hui managed to utter a word, his entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Ming frowned deeply.

“Ding dong…”

The melodious sound of bells rang out.

Ming looked up, seeing a girl in a black dress walking toward him, barefoot.