Chapter 34: I Shall Shatter the Myth with My Fists!

Facing the sword strike lunging toward him from Qin Ming, the Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect grew extremely solemn. He cast out a formation flag!

The two sides of the flag bore different patterns: one side was branded with an Ox-Head, and the other with a Horse-Face. As the flag fluttered, black clouds and mist surged forth continuously, accompanied by the mournful sound of wind and the faint, haunting melody of a suona.

This formation flag was capable of attacking the soul. Unbeknownst to the victim, it could seize their soul and drag it into an infinite purgatory to be extinguished.

More than a dozen mountains away, onlookers felt their minds go blank. A sinister scene unfolded: their black pupils dilated, completely overtaken by white. With a soft thud, their bodies collapsed to the ground. Upon closer inspection, their life force had vanished entirely, as if their souls had truly been snatched away by some entity. Many cultivators were secretly terrified, quickly biting their tongues to offer up their essence blood, which spared them from deeper influence, though their vitality was severely sapped as a result.

The idiom "when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer" was vividly realized at this moment. They had only intended to watch the spectacle, yet who would have thought they would end up sacrificing their own lives? They were horrified, unable to fathom what kind of treasure could exert such influence from such a distance. If they were affected this way, what must Qin Ming, the primary target, be suffering?

At this moment, Qin Ming’s eyes grew vacant. His consciousness drifted into a haze. Before him, the world blurred, and amid the overlapping shadows, two bizarre figures manifested—one with an ox head, the other with a horse face. One brandished a pitchfork, the other a heavy iron chain, clanking as they pressed forward. They intended to imprison Qin Ming and drag him into the abyss of the Yellow Springs.

In the eyes of the external observers, Qin Ming stood motionless. The Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect sneered. It seemed Qin Ming had fallen. Once the flag was deployed, the boy’s soul was destined for reincarnation. Just as he prepared to step forward and finish Qin Ming off, he was suddenly stunned.

He saw a faint, chaotic aura swirling around Qin Ming’s body. His physical frame was humming on its own, radiating divine might, striving to pull its master out of the mire.

"Ox-Head and Horse-Face? Creatures of myth? The age of myth has passed; you cannot imprison a man of this era. I shall shatter your myth with my fists."

A cold voice rang out. Brilliant golden light tore through the black mist. Qin Ming opened his eyes, his hair dancing in the wind, and threw a punch. The formation flag that had been emitting the sinister black mist instantly exploded. The Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect staggered back, stunned that Qin Ming had recovered so quickly.

Seeing the tribulation lightning dancing across the opponent’s body, he understood instantly. This person was not only a sword cultivator but also a lightning cultivator? To them, lightning was a source of overwhelming suppression!

"Boom!"

Qin Ming lunged forward. The power of the Heavenly Tribulation Root surged through his Bitter Sea, coursing through his entire body and cloaking him in the aura of tribulation. In his haste, the Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect met the blow with a punch of his own, but he instantly stiffened, his body smoking and crackling, emitting a charred stench.

Many interested parties were watching this battle. When they saw Qin Ming wound the Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect, they were struck with astonishment. To reach the Bitter Sea Realm at such an age was already heaven-defying, but no one expected him to be able to suppress an opponent across cultivation levels. Furthermore, Qin Ming was not just a sword cultivator—he was a lightning cultivator!

In a sense, lightning cultivators were even rarer than sword cultivators. Both types of cultivators essentially embodied pure offensive power. For an average cultivator, let alone becoming one, simply encountering a lightning cultivator or a sword cultivator in their lifetime was considered great fortune. Yet, Qin Ming possessed both! To cultivate both paths simultaneously and excel in both required a terrifying level of talent.

"Boom!"

Having landed the hit, Qin Ming channeled his golden Bitter Sea, infused with the power of the Heavenly Tribulation Root. He prepared for a decisive, lethal strike. He had just realized a sharp truth: ghost cultivators truly feared lightning. Such a force, the most rigid and masculine in nature, was the ultimate bane of their kind.

"Seal!"

Qin Ming unleashed two bolts of lightning that transformed into shackles, shattering the black protective mist of the Sect Master and binding his limbs.

"Get off me!" The Sect Master roared, his voice like a tidal wave that leveled the surrounding forests, yet he could not break the shackles. "I am a creature buried deep beneath the earth, a body that gained sentience and lived a second life. I have already died once; you cannot kill me!"

The Sect Master roared, his state bordering on madness. His power was being activated, a force akin to his "past life" bolstering his "present self." One had to admit, the Corpse Yin Sect possessed some truly sinister means.

"What do you mean 'cannot kill'? I will send you to your death once more!"

Within Qin Ming, the golden Bitter Sea surged with monstrous waves! Two drops of Longevity Blood shimmered in the depths of the sea like suns. He brandished his Path-Patrol Sword, his sword intent like a long rainbow. The terrifying power of the innate divine patterns was fully revealed at this moment.

"Ah!"

With two major sword techniques, enveloped in the power of the Heavenly Tribulation Root, he caught the Sect Master off guard. The power of his "past life" was not merely interrupted—it was severed, violently and completely. His body shook violently, and blood poured from the corners of his mouth.

This boy was a freak. Who opens a fight with ultimate sword techniques? Amidst deep shock and unwillingness, the Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect was struck between the brows by Qin Ming’s sword, and his soul was extinguished forever.

The Sect Master of the Corpse Yin Sect was dead!

"Hiss!"

Gasps echoed through the air. The elders and senior members of the Tongtian Immortal Sect were completely bewildered. The Corpse Yin Sect Master had been slain? The Corpse Yin Sect had arrived with such overwhelming force that they had expected an insurmountable disaster, even preparing for the destruction of their sect. Who would have thought… that once Qin Ming appeared, he would display such unstoppable, crushing power, culminating in the killing of the Sect Master. What exactly had happened to Qin Ming in these short days?

At this moment, Qin Ming held his Path-Patrol Sword, its cold light flickering as he cleared the final remnants of the battlefield. If he saw anyone still breathing, he simply skewered them with a single strike, clean and precise. Soon, all the cultivators brought by the Corpse Yin Sect had been cut down.

"The heavens of Qingzhou are about to change!"

"Indeed. The Daoist child Qin Ming has risen too quickly. He can already kill a master at the first level of the Divine Bridge Realm? What will the future hold?"

Many observers watching from the shadows were astonished, while others wore faces as dark and cold as water. Among them were cultivators from the Youyun Sect and the Leidong Dynasty. The Corpse Yin Sect had been able to reach the Tongtian Immortal Sect so quickly because these two had secretly helped them build a teleportation array! They had hoped that by pledging their loyalty, they would earn a share of the spoils from the Tongtian Immortal Sect, but they never expected to find themselves covered in filth.

The Sect Master of the Youyun Sect and the Emperor of the Leidong Dynasty were among the hidden spectators. They exchanged a look and quickly retreated. Although Qin Ming was strong, he had ultimately offended the Shenxuan Dynasty. The Shenxuan Dynasty was a massive, gargantuan power in the Central Plains. With that thought, they regained their confidence.

"It is time to contact that existence in the Shenxuan Dynasty; otherwise, the Tongtian Immortal Sect will truly become a force to be reckoned with."

The fact that the Corpse Yin Sect could not destroy the Tongtian Immortal Sect was something they had never anticipated. Not only did they fail to destroy it, but they had also been left battered and bruised themselves.