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n114 The Peerless Grandmaster (2)

nThe Qingxuan Army was dead silent. In a short period of time, two Dao Masters had died. However, the man with the blade was getting bolder and bolder. He even challenged their entire army. They were trembling in fear now.

n“This is not good. Isn’t he going to break through to the Grandmaster realm?” The Dao Masters of the Qingxuan Army, on the other hand, paled drastically.

n“We must kill him. We can’t let him break through!”

nThe general of the Qingxuan Army looked gloomy and shouted, “Don’t worry about your reputation anymore. Let us attack him together. Otherwise, when he breaks through. Our entire army will be finished!”

nThe others nodded in unison, drew their weapons, and charged at the gray-robed figure.

nOn the city wall, Guan Feng and the other Dao Masters were shocked. They looked at each other and saw the shock in each other’s eyes.

nThis was definitely not the power that Dong Jiusheng should have.

nGuan Feng’s gaze suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something. He turned his head and whispered something to Peng Lu. Peng Lu turned his head and looked at him in shock. As if he had seen a ghost, he quickly ran down the city wall.

nOutside the city wall, a total of eight Dao Masters of the Qingxuan Army had already rushed out of the battle formation and attacked Jiang Ming. The fastest—a skinny old man, was the first to punch Jiang Ming.

nOn his fist, blood Qi condensed like a poisonous snake. It exuded a cold and vicious aura. It was obvious that he was an expert who had cultivated his technique to perfection.

n“Even if a Grandmaster were to receive this punch of mine, his blood Qi would be frozen!” The scrawny old man’s expression was extremely sinister. If Dong Jiusheng did not block this attack, he would be dead meat!

nAlas, the skinny old man was the one to get hit.

nThe skinny old man felt as if he had hit a mountain. His blood Qi, which used to be invincible, was blown away. His arm exploded and his bones were broken.

n“What is this power?” His face was filled with fear as he screamed and flew away.

nThe next moment, Jiang Ming burst out his blood Qi, which was as exuberant as the sun. He waved his left hand to block the next attack that came his way. The blade in his right hand slashed horizontally, and his blood Qi also gushed out, sweeping across a Dao Master and cutting him into two pieces.

n“How come he’s not affected?” The skinny old man’s eyes were blank as he watched in fear in his last moments of consciousness.

nIn the same way, Jiang Ming killed another Dao Master after dodging their attack.

nIn the blink of an eye, three Dao Masters had fallen.

n“What kind of f*cking monster is this?”

nThe remaining five Dao Masters were terrified.

n“Only a select few Grandmasters are this powerful.” They were in despair. There was no way they could fight him.

nAt this moment, Jiang Ming was having the time of his life. He had been practicing martial arts for more than 30 years and was immersed in hard cultivation for most of those years. He had never fought such an exciting battle.

nGradually, his enemies fell one by one.

nOn the city wall, Guan Feng’s eyes were burning as he stared at the battle in the distance. “How did ‘Dong Jiusheng’ just use a claw technique from the Tiger Hunting Village?”

nAt this moment, Peng Lu had already returned and reported the fact that Dong Jiusheng was still sleeping soundly in his tent. However, only Guan Feng and a few other Dao Masters knew the truth.

n“Who is he? Why is he helping us? He even asked us to mull the wine. Is he coming back?” Guan Feng was feeling uneasy.

nAt this moment, Guan Feng had many questions. However, there were no answers.

nAt this moment, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

nJiang Ming’s moves were getting faster and stronger.

nThe remaining Dao Masters of the Qingxuan Army were also killed by Jiang Ming one by one—as if they were lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

nWith each kill, the Black Tiger Army behind him would shout louder, and his momentum would increase.

nWhen he killed the last person, Jiang Ming seemed to have undergone a complete transformation and had stepped into a new world.

nHe stood quietly on the spot, and his eyes were filled with regret.

n“I’ve been practicing martial arts for thirty years. I’ve finally become a Grandmaster today!”

nJiang Ming looked in front of him and saw countless confused soldiers of the Qingxuan Army. Every time he took a step forward, the soldiers of the Qingxuan Army would take a step back, and the fear in their eyes grew stronger.

nWithout the Dao Masters, they were no different from a herd of sheep. They had completely lost their will to fight.

n“This is the true strength of a Grandmaster!”

nJiang Ming said softly and swept his hand.

nDazzling blood Qi shot out from his palm and shot into the formation of the Qingxuan Army.

nBlood splattered everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the Qingxuan Army had been split in half, leaving a bloody trail that was hundreds of feet long.

nTerrified screams rang out. This finally completely shattered the morale of the Qingxuan Army. Countless soldiers threw down their weapons and fled frantically.

nIn an instant, the Qingxuan Army’s formation fell into complete chaos.

nBelow Ningzhou City, the city gate had long been opened. The Black Tiger Army rushed out.

n“The overall situation has been decided!” Jiang Ming’s eyes were happy and he did not continue to pursue the Qingxuan Army.

nHe turned around and walked back. On the city wall, he saw a figure standing by the crenels and looking at him from afar.

nJiang Ming smiled. When he was still a thousand feet away from the city wall, he jumped lightly and floated to the top of the city wall.

nOn the city wall, Guan Feng stared at “Dong Jiusheng” who had just returned from killing his enemies. He cupped his hands respectfully. “Grandmaster, thank you for saving the Black Tiger Army from a desperate situation.”

nJiang Ming smiled and said nothing.

nGuan Feng stared at “Dong Jiusheng” who had a strange expression on his face. He did not know what to say and just treated it as a Grandmaster’s quirk.

nHowever, he still could not help but say, “The people in the city must know who saved them.”

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