"Sigh!"
Seeing Chu Ming standing there in a daze, the woman sighed softly. At this mont, she had no ti to care about Chu Ming. The blood-robed youth charged with a whistling sound, his right hand clawing fiercely.
The air resounded with cracking noises, and the large joints resembled millstones, clawing viciously toward the injured man. Given the disparity in strength, this claw would peel a layer of skin off the injured disciple even if it didn’t kill him.
Boom!
At that mont, Chu Ming made his move. Without much grandeur or hesitation, he threw a steady punch, like a cot sweeping the moon. A faint dragon’s roar and tiger’s growl resounded in the air, and a white halo swept from the point of the punch, forming a white wave.
Pfft!
Crack!
A sudden sound of bones breaking was heard. The blood-robed youth retreated sharply, his pupils constricting. Fresh blood trickled from his injured hand like a stream.
"Who are you?"
The blood-robed youth’s face turned pale, his mind racing. Soone who could injure him with one punch must not be an unknown figure in the Celestial Travel Sect. However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t imagine that Chu Ming had just joined as a new disciple this year.
"The dead don’t need to know so much!"
Chu Ming said coldly, slowly drawing his Blue Red Sword, a tiny gleam of light flashing dazzlingly in the air. The sharp blade pointed straight to the sky.
"Arrogant!"
The blood-robed youth’s face showed a hint of anger. Even though Chu Ming could injure him with a punch, he believed that he could easily leave if he wanted to, and Chu Ming wouldn’t be able to stop him.
The three Celestial Travel Sect disciples on the side were shocked by Chu Ming’s strength. However, when Chu Ming spoke those words, they too felt he was sowhat arrogant.
One had to know that the blood-robed youth who was chasing them wasn’t a nobody. He was a bloodchild of the Blood Demon Sect, whose strength on this Bloodscar Plains was top-notch. Nurous Celestial Travel Sect disciples had perished at his hands. After all, the Bloodscar Plains was just a small battlefield.
Swish!
The blood-robed youth attacked again, blood swirling around his hand, soaking in blood. However, besides the bright red color, it gave a thick and heavy feeling. His right hand clawed, three inches of blood rays bursting from between his fingers, shattering stones and cracking rocks.
Swoosh!
Chu Ming drew his sword. Without any flourish, he rely thrust it forward. The surrounding air swirled wildly. In the eyes of the three Celestial Travel Sect disciples, Chu Ming’s sword seed extrely slow, so slow that even they could easily block it.
But to the blood-robed youth, Chu Ming’s sword was incredibly fast, as fast as lightning.
Thud!
Blood rays flashed, blood spattered, and a hand silently fell to the ground. It was rough and looked solid and heavy.
"Ah!"
The blood-robed youth scread in pain, his face twisted, clutching his arm with his left hand and retreating hastily. Now he had no thought of competing with Chu Ming. Having lost a hand, his strength was reduced by at least two-tenths. How could he be a match for Chu Ming now?
"Trying to escape? It’s not that easy!"
Chu Ming stomped the ground forcefully, using the recoil to close the distance between them by half in a blink.
"teor Sword!"
A sword light burst from Chu Ming’s sword, star-fla flying, like a cot sweeping the moon, like a teor falling, swept nurous gales towards the blood-robed youth.
Thud!
The sword light pierced directly through the blood-robed youth’s head, a blood arrow shooting out from his head. The fear in the blood-robed youth’s eyes hadn’t completely faded before his body fell to the ground, dead.
The killing power of the teor Sword could match a peak True Dao expert. Even at his peak, the blood-robed youth couldn’t have withstood it.
Chu Ming walked slowly from behind the blood-robed youth, gently removing the storage ring from his finger. With his spiritual sense exploring it, he found that the blood-robed youth was quite wealthy: two million lower grade spirit stones, and a few thousand middle grade spirit stones. It was indeed an unexpected gain for Chu Ming.
Aside from that, there was also a cultivation technique called Blood Burst Technique, a thod of gaining great power by overdrawing one’s blood essence. If Chu Ming guessed correctly, the blood-robed youth must have also practiced this technique. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had a chance to use it before being killed by Chu Ming!
Chu Ming walked slowly to the three Celestial Travel Sect disciples. At this mont, they had just fully recovered from their shock, looking at Chu Ming with awe in their eyes.
Those who achieve are teachers. In the world of martial artists, strength might be the only asure of respect.
"Senior Brother!"
The woman said respectfully. Thinking that she had just asked Chu Ming to run away, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Fortunately, Chu Ming didn’t mind.
"Hmm!"
Chu Ming nodded slightly. He had saved the three not without purpose. In these Bloodscar Plains, unfamiliar with the terrain, it might take so effort to find the corpse puppet. Perhaps asking the three might yield so results!
"I’m Yu Ning, thank you for saving our lives, Senior Brother! This is ng Changhe, and this is Huang Yu!"
Yu Ning said gratefully, introducing the two male disciples to Chu Ming.
Chu Ming nodded slightly. The injured one was ng Changhe, his face pale, sitting on the ground recovering. Huang Yu, an ordinary-looking young man, also looked at Chu Ming with gratitude.
"I want to ask you so questions!"
Chu Ming said straightforwardly.
"Please ask, Senior Brother. As long as we know, we will tell you everything!"
Yu Ning said.
"Do you know the whereabouts of the Flying Corpse Sect’s corpse puppet in the Bloodscar Plains?"
Chu Ming asked.
"The Flying Corpse Sect’s prodigy corpse puppet?"
Yu Ning’s face turned pale, and the injured ng Changhe also slowly opened his eyes.
Not surprising that Yu Ning showed such an expression. The fearso reputation of the Flying Corpse Sect’s corpse puppet in the Bloodscar Plains was overwhelming. The just-deceased bloodchild of the Blood Demon Sect was renowned on the Bloodscar Plains, but compared to the corpse puppet, it was like comparing a lesser demon to a great one.
"Why?"
Chu Ming frowned, looking at Huang Yu.
"A few days ago, news ca from the western part of the Bloodscar Plains that Senior Brother Mo Gong of our sect was severely injured by the Flying Corpse Sect’s corpse puppet. It seems the corpse puppet should still be in the western part of the Bloodscar Plains!"
Huang Yu said.
"Thank you!"
Chu Ming didn’t waste ti, directly flying toward the western part of the Bloodscar Plains, fearing that if he was late, the corpse puppet might leave.
Watching Chu Ming’s figure gradually disappear into the distance, ng Changhe said faintly.
"This senior brother must have taken the sect mission to kill the corpse puppet!"
"Ah, if this senior brother can truly return, he will certainly have a place in the Celestial Travel Sect in the future!"
Yu Ning said slowly. From the bottom of her heart, she hoped Chu Ming could kill the Flying Corpse Sect’s corpse puppet to avenge the Celestial Travel Sect’s disciples.
But on the other hand, she felt this hope was slim.
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