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nChapter 882: Why Not Use It

nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nThe slime cultivator felt like his lungs were about to pop out.

n“It’s a waste not to use it.”

nJiang Ming shrugged. He did not fall for the slime cultivator’s tricks at all.

nThe slime cultivator narrowed his eyes, then spread his fingers and released a palm print made out of spiritual energy in the air.

nThe palm print formed a mountain ridge and headed toward Jiang Ming.

nJiang Ming was stunned.

nThose who did not know better would think that he was a legendary cultivator.

nHe walked back.

nWhen the mountain ridge fell in front of him, he raised his hand and shattered it.

nThe moment it shattered, the slime cultivator rushed forward, and lightning strikes appeared in his hands.

nThese lightning strikes all headed toward Jiang Ming’s body. Jiang Ming saw them and rushed in front of the slime cultivator.

nThese lightning strikes followed Jiang Ming’s footsteps and came to the slime cultivator.

nThe slime cultivator had a bad feeling and retreated.

nThe lightning strikes were faintly discernible, and Jiang Ming raised his hand to attract them.

nThe moment the lightning strikes reached him, he quickly left.

nThe lightning strikes could not help but come in front of the slime cultivator, who was instantly struck by them.

nThe slime cultivator’s entire body was shaking. His vision was blurry, and his ears were ringing.

nHe paused and stared blankly at his palm.

nWhat was going on?

nIn an instant, Jiang Ming released many smaller lightning strikes.

nThe slime cultivator felt that he had no choice but to fight back, so he summoned more lightning strikes.

nThese lightning strikes surrounded Jiang Ming and the other two. The lightning was layered together and was surrounded by sharp thorns.

nThese sharp thorns all landed on Jiang Ming and the other two. Yuan Hehe raised his hand to block these thorns.

nHis arm was emitting a faint spiritual energy. This spiritual energy could protect his arm and prevent him from being injured.

nHowever, these thorns pierced into Yuan Hehe’s skin. Yuan Hehe first felt a sharp pain, and then he suddenly realized that many small boils had appeared on his arm.

nSikong Wuyuan also saw the boils. He took out a small bottle and sprinkled its powder on Yuan Hehe’s body.

nAs he sprinkled the powder, he secretly spoke to Yuan Hehe.

n“I have seen this kind of side-effect before. The powder inside can save you.”

nThe moment the powder landed on his hand, Yuan Hehe felt a little hot, but he endured it.

nHe could only trust Sikong Wuyuan and Ning Caichen now.

n“Ning Caichen, this old man is a little tricky to beat.”

nSikong Wuyuan looked at Jiang Ming after he had scattered the powder.

nHowever, Jiang Ming and the slime cultivator had already started fighting.

nThe slime cultivator’s face was filled with anger. He was fighting with great difficulty.

nThe jade pendant and jade scepter secretly increased Jiang Ming’s strength.

nHe knew the functions of the jade pendant and the jade scepter. The slime cultivator was foolish to have let them go.

nGradually, the slime cultivator was unable to do anything and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

nJiang Ming became more and more powerful.

nJust as the slime cultivator wanted to leave in the same way, Jiang Ming grabbed his sleeve tightly and refused to let him go. The slime cultivator immediately frowned.

nHe had encountered a god of misfortune.

n“If you take us to the top of this mountain, we’ll let you go.” Jiang Ming took the opportunity to raise his conditions.

nThe slime cultivator was a little reluctant, but now that the knife was placed on his neck, he had no choice but to obey. “Alright. I’ll listen to you.”

nHe took a deep breath and sighed.

nThe moment he agreed, the slime cultivator was instantly covered by a cloak.

nThe cloak wrapped around him, and he disappeared.

nIt was so fast that Jiang Ming did not have a chance to react at all.

n“Where did he go? He escaped so fast.”

nSikong Wuyuan paused for a moment and then moved forward to look for Jiang Ming.

nJiang Ming narrowed his eyes.

nYuan Hehe suddenly thought of something and wanted to shout at Sikong Wu Yuan. However, before he could say anything, some black-robed men appeared in front of them.

nThese men were wearing terrifying masks, and the corners of their mouths were slightly curled up. It was a terrifying sight.

nJiang Ming felt that these people were not good people. He said warily, “Who are you?”

nThe leader of the men in black approached Jiang Ming, clenched his fists, and bowed to Jiang Ming. “We are from the Temple of Clear Wine. Our temple master, Chen Siqi, wants to see you.”

n“I don’t remember meeting any Chen Siqi.”

nJiang Ming felt that Chen Siqi might have something to do with the disappearance of the slime cultivator, so he was unhappy.

nThis was obviously to save the slime cultivator.

nHowever, this person was persistent and said, “How can you say that? He is your friend. Chen Siqi admires you, Lord Ning Caichen; so, he asked us to invite you.”

nSikong Wuyuan left and came over to help Jiang Ming.

nJiang Ming did not understand what was going on, but he felt that it was better to follow Sikong Wu Yuan’s instructions. He immediately followed the man in black and said, “Sikong Wuyuan’s words are my words.”

nThe man smiled and said, “It’s good that you’re willing to come with us.”

nYuan Hehe stepped forward and stood between Jiang Ming and the man in black. He said to Sikong Wuyuan, “Sikong Wuyuan, we can’t follow him. There’s something wrong with these men in black.”

nSikong Wuyuan looked at Yuan Hehe strangely and said, “Do you know them?” Yuan Hehe gritted his teeth and cursed.

n“Not only do we know each other, but we’ve also interacted with each other before. Chen Siqi doesn’t have good intentions.”

nUnexpectedly, these men in black completely stopped Jiang Ming and the other two.

nSince soft tactics did not work, they might as well use force.

nBesides, they did not want Yuan Hehe to insult Chen Siqi.

n“The three of you can’t leave even if you wanted to. I won’t let you leave!”

nJiang Ming stood in front of the three of them and planned to fight again.

nHe had already fought so many people. It did not matter even if he lost.

nThe leader of the men did not expect Jiang Ming to be so aggressive. He could not help but take a few steps back. Then, he said fiercely to Jiang Ming, “Chen Siqi is the best in the world, and he’s very skilled in martial arts. If you kill us, Chen Siqi will avenge us.”

n“Is that so? As a disciple of the Temple of Clear Wine, isn’t he afraid of trouble?” Jiang Ming sneered. He ran over, rushed forward, and broke one of their arms.

nHis arm was broken into pieces, but the person did not make any sound. Instead, he looked at his arm coldly..

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