Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

Suddenly, a sharp and fierce aura approached Xu Ning. In a flash, Xu Ning quickly raised his head, only to see a black light already before him, causing a slight distortion in the space around.

"You…"

Pff…

Before Xu Ning could finish speaking, his body was pierced by the black light. His momentum quickly deflated like a punctured balloon, and his vital blood evaporated instantly, leaving his skin dry and withered.

Thud!

Xu Ning's corpse fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Seeing this, Zhang Hong let out a sigh of relief and bent down to take the storage ring from Xu Ning's finger.

Swoosh!

The space trembled slightly as a terrifying sword light swept through the air, splitting the white gas in two.

"Hmm?"

Zhang Hong's body paused slightly, his eyes gleaming. In a flash, his right leg pressed against the ground, his body turning into a black whirlwind, engulfed by black demon flames.

Swoosh!

A blood-red flash streaked past, and although the demon flames covered Zhang Hong's body, a deep blood mark still appeared on his chest. His expression turned grim as he spread his spiritual sense around him like a tide.

"Who dares to launch a sneak attack?"

Thud!

Zhang Hong landed with an extremely cold gaze, speaking icily.

"It's me."

Swish!

A clear, resounding voice came, and a tall figure darted out from the darkness. Clad in a white robe, his face was handsome and his eyes sharp like swords; it was none other than Chu Ming.

"There's someone else. Come out!"

Zhang Hong's gaze fell on Feng Yuyan's hiding spot, his voice cold.

Swish!

Feng Yuyan stepped out from the shadows, casting a surprised glance at Zhang Hong. She hadn't expected him to spot her hiding place so easily.

"Young man, we've never crossed paths. Why attack me?"

Zhang Hong's vigilance grew, demon flames flickering in his hand, ready to attack at any moment.

"Hand over your storage ring and I'll let you go."

Chu Ming's expression was calm and unwavering. If he was right, Zhang Hong's storage ring should contain a lot of soul crystals, which he needed.

"Haha, you must be joking. Even if I give you the storage ring, you still need to live to take it."

Zhang Hong's face turned slightly cold, and the spiritual power within him erupted, enveloping him in demonic flames that distorted the surrounding space and evaporated the air.

"Then I'll take it myself!"

Boom!

Chu Ming's body moved instantly, transforming into a sword light that spun through the sky. His right hand wielded the Star Trace Sword, slashing toward Zhang Hong with terrifying force.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The demon flames around Zhang Hong instantly coalesced into several sharp black sword lights, forming a circular killing array that closed in on Chu Ming.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh...

The black sword lights in front were quickly severed by the Star Trace Sword, turning into white waves. However, the black sword lights from other directions had already stabbed toward Chu Ming, and the sharp aura made his heart shiver.

Swish!

Chu Ming spun and shot out, his white robe flowing as gray air currents surged and he flew out of the encirclement of the black light sabers. At the same time, his right hand, holding the Star Trace Sword, slashed downward with slaughter sword intent bursting out, sending out a sword light five or six meters long.

Facing the sword light, a flicker of dread flashed in Zhang Hong's eyes. His arms stretched out, and a strange dark and enchanting flower grew behind him, filled with devouring power.

"Dark Devouring Celestial Flower!"

Boom!

The dark and enchanting flower seemed to possess intelligence, flying towards the sword light and devouring it completely in a few flashes, leaving no trace.

Seeing this, Chu Ming's brows furrowed slightly. The dark and enchanting flower was too bizarre, and if he wasn't mistaken, it should be a low-tier secret technique.

The flower buds suddenly opened wide like a whale sucking in water, exuding a terrifying suction force that drew the stones on the ground into it, turning them into molecules and vanishing.

Swish!

Chu Ming stomped on the ground, his black hair flying. The void trembled as a green sword light burst out from the Star Trace Sword, filled with a relentless void-killing aura.

"Void Wounding Sword!"

With a single strike, Chu Ming leaned forward, the terrifying sword light transforming into a sword pillar that slammed into the dark and enchanting flower.

Swoosh!

Flames erupted on the dark and enchanting flower, leading to a chain reaction as it was engulfed by demon flames.

Boom!

The sword pillar collided with the dark and enchanting flower, and the terrifying energy waves fluctuated, obliterating several demon beasts hiding in the corners.

At this moment, Feng Yuyan had already collected the storage rings from Xu Ning and the others, standing at a distance and worriedly watching the center of the battle.

Swish!

A sword light flashed through the energy waves, instantly splitting them, revealing a hint of a black figure darting through the sky.

"Earth Spirit Technique!"

Zhang Hong's face contorted with rage. The strength of Chu Ming caught him off guard, proving to be a match for him.

Buzz!

In an instant, the gravity around Chu Ming increased by thousands of times, making the space around him as thick as water and making every movement extremely difficult.

Boom!

However, Chu Ming had anticipated Zhang Hong's moves, and as the Earth Spirit Technique was activated, the three Sword Intents within him erupted. Red, yellow, and green halos spun in the air, radiating the brilliance of Sword Dao.

Blood-colored spiritual power petals began to float down chaotically from the sky, with a deep, profound aura.

"Hmm? What is this…"

Zhang Hong's face showed hesitation, but then his expression changed drastically as his body turned into a stream of light, shooting backward.

"Burial Sword!"

A blood-colored sword aura burst from the blood-red petals, darkening the sky with an aura of slaughter.

Crack!

Whoosh...

The entire gravity field shattered instantly. Chu Ming felt lighter as the sword light reached Zhang Hong, and with a boom, half of Zhang Hong's body was blown to pieces, blood spraying everywhere.

Swish!

A gust of fierce wind swept by, and Zhang Hong's eyes flashed. A white phantom rushed to him, revealing a cold face.

Boom!

Chu Ming's left hand clenched tightly, his muscles bulging as he unleashed a burst of wild qi, throwing a punch at Zhang Hong.

Whoosh!

"Ah!"

Zhang Hong let out a scream, which abruptly stopped.

Thud!

The dust settled as Zhang Hong's corpse fell to the ground, blood flowing like a river.

Phew!

Chu Ming exhaled lightly. Zhang Hong was powerful, perhaps even stronger than the Blood Swordsman Gu Cheng in his heart.

"Are you alright?"

At this moment, Feng Yuyan flew over, her face full of concern.

"I'm fine, just used up some spiritual power."

Chu Ming waved his hand casually, bending down to retrieve the storage ring from Zhang Hong's finger.