Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Not a Single One Can Escape_1
Seeing that the situation on the field had already stabilized, the crowd finally let out a slight sigh of relief.
No one had expected that dealing with Ye Ming would require such a substantial amount of manpower and resources, the losses could be described as incredibly severe.
Fortunately, now it was time for their efforts to pay off. The treasures on Ye Ming’s person would be divided equally among the four sects, and the formulas for the Body Tempering Elixir and the Spirit Spring Water would be shared by all.
Thinking about these benefits, the leaders of the four sects felt it was worth it, at least they would have something to show when they returned.
The Sheshan Sect leader expressionlessly drew his long sword, preparing to search Ye Ming’s body.
However, when he withdrew the blade from Ye Ming’s body, he exclaimed in confusion, "Why is there no blood on his body?"
He clearly felt that the distance his sword had penetrated into Ye Ming’s body was enough to pierce his heart, but when he pulled out the blade, there wasn’t even a drop of blood at the wound.
The wound was even healing at a visibly rapid pace.
Such a curious phenomenon immediately made him suspicious.
"What’s with all the fuss?" Liu Song said impatiently, "You killed him with one sword strike; why does it matter whether he bleeds or not? Maybe my punches earlier filled his body with internal bleeding, so of course, no blood would come out."
"That’s not right..." The Sheshan Sect leader shook his head, entirely disbelieving that explanation.
He was very familiar with his swordsmanship. It was impossible for Ye Ming not to bleed from that strike; it made no sense.
"Perhaps I’m just being overly suspicious, but if that’s the case, I’ll give you another sword strike to ensure you’re thoroughly dead!"
Seeing how cautious the Sheshan Sect leader was, everyone felt it was somewhat laughable.
The only one who wasn’t laughing was Li You, who was casting from a distance. He sensed something was amiss, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
But by then, the Sheshan Sect leader had already lifted his sword, aiming at Ye Ming’s heart, and thrust out the second sword strike.
Seeing these people treat Ye Ming this way, Lin Mengdie felt a mix of heartache and anger. She desperately tried to break free from her restraints, but her strength was too weak, and her attempts to escape were all in vain.
"You bastards, hypocrites!" she cursed furiously.
The second sword was aimed at Ye Ming’s heart.
Just when it was about a meter away from Ye Ming’s heart, Ye Ming suddenly moved.
He stretched out a hand and abruptly grabbed the blade.
"What’s going on?"
"Why can he still move? Wasn’t he suppressed?"
"Sure enough, that sword strike just now didn’t hurt him at all!"
The crowd was astonished, watching Ye Ming’s actions in disbelief.
Ye Ming’s movements were unaffected, as he swiftly grabbed the blade in his hand and then lightly twisted it.
With a snap, the sharp long sword immediately broke in two.
The Sheshan Sect leader’s eyes widened, a sharp pain in his heart as he bellowed, "My sword, how could this be?"
The Sheshan Sect was known for its swordsmanship; each person’s weapon was their lifeline. Seeing his treasured sword so easily broken, he was on the verge of collapse.
Ye Ming tossed aside the broken blade and took a step forward, saying coldly, "Your sword is too soft; it can’t hurt me. Now, it’s my turn!"
His expression was sinister; he had no intention of showing mercy to those before him.
In his hand, a blade made of True Qi appeared, sweeping through the air and severing the opponent’s sword-holding arm.
"Is it fun to stab someone who can’t move?" Ye Ming asked coldly.
The leader of the Sheshan Sect had already been frightened into a stupor, standing still in awkwardness, he shook his head and said tremblingly, "Don’t kill me..."
Ye Ming chuckled and said, "Don’t worry, you all will die, not one will escape!"
With a thud, the other’s chest was struck by a fist, and his body immediately flew backward, crashing hard onto Liu Song.
Both of them let out screams of agony, falling to the ground.
Seeing Ye Ming acting with ease, everyone’s gaze returned to Li You, asking, "Master Li, what on earth is going on? Has your Thousand Weight Curse failed?"
Before Li You could respond, Ye Ming waved his hand grandly, releasing a terrifying surge of energy from within his body that shattered the huge stone pillar hovering overhead into dust.
Sputtering!
Suddenly, Li You, who was standing in the back at a distance, spat out a big mouthful of blood and awkwardly sat down on the ground.
He had originally been reinforcing his curse with his own True Qi, but with a casual wave of Ye Ming’s hand, the connection between him and the curse was disrupted, and the immense backlash almost shook Li You to death.
Li You gasped for air, glaring at Ye Ming with venom, muttering, "How is this possible, why can you break my Thousand Weight Curse?"
Ye Ming smiled indifferently, explaining, "Your sorcery does indeed have some substance, but to trap me, you are not qualified enough."
"Today, the four of you must die."
Ye Ming was not one to revel in slaughter, but the four major sects had overstepped with their bullying, and his repeated forbearance had only resulted in their further encroachments.
In that case, Ye Ming decided to give them a taste of their own medicine!
Li You snorted coldly, his face full of defiance, and said, "Rebel, don’t be too arrogant. Did you think that was my only trick? Now let me show you what the real sorcery of the Tianshan Sect is like!"
"Everyone, can you still fight? Join me in killing this thief!"
The Sheshan Sect leader, lying on the ground, along with Liu Song and the disciples of the Xuanyang Sect, shouted in unison, as if invigorated, saying, "Kill the thief!"
The Sheshan Sect leader, with one arm severed, struggled to his feet, drew a dagger from his body, and charged at Ye Ming with ferocity.
Liu Song clenched his teeth, enduring the pain in his body, and stepped forward, accompanied by disciples of the Xuanyang Sect.
Li You pulled out a charm, bit his finger, and began to draw symbols with blood.
The four were determined to make a last stand; this was their final chance.
Ye Ming’s strength had already exceeded their imagination. Instead of waiting to die, they preferred to go down together.
"Thief, face my sword!"
"Thief, face my fist!"
"Thief, face my charm!"
"Thief, face my palm!"
All four shouted in unison and charged at Ye Ming together.
Ye Ming sneered coldly, his body immediately darted out, heading straight for Liu Song, smashing his fist onto Liu Song’s head, turning him into mush.
Then, he turned towards the Sheshan Sect, his True Qi Sword emerging again in his hand, cutting off the opponent’s remaining arm.
The fate of the Xuanyang Sect disciples was even more brutal; their bodies flew out like kites with broken strings.
After doing all this, Ye Ming suddenly felt an intense pressure coming from above his head
Li You’s arrogant voice reached his ears: "Scumbag Ye Ming, today let me show you my move, and turn you into slag!"
