I Only Stomp on Weaklings

As soon as the "Mingfeng Sword" was drawn, a flash of golden sword light appeared, slashing down a shadow painted in ink.

This is purely the power of an Unparalleled Divine Weapon.

If Chen Ming didn’t borrow the power of the golden flame within the sword, it would have been extremely difficult for him to slay this guard. Even a Second Grade without Gang Yuan and Sword Intent isn’t so easy to deal with.

[You have slain a Level 80 manor guard, gaining 90,000 experience points.]

"As expected, I can gain experience points."

He was delighted in his heart. It seemed that the "little monsters" in this Secret Realm were similar to those demon beasts in the previous Fire Element Secret Realm.

Although the experience points gained are only one-tenth of a real Second Grade expert, it’s better than nothing.

If it were a true Second Grade, it wouldn’t be so easy to kill.

By relying on the Body Technique of "Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens," Chen Ming swiftly killed five "little monsters." He gained 45 experience points.

...

"Huh?"

On the other side, Luo Zhouwu was surprised to see that a previously heavily injured disciple had suddenly revived with full health, exhibiting astonishing strength and slaughtering those five manor guards.

This kid hides really well!

"Is that... an Unparalleled Divine Weapon? What terrifying Fire Element Power, so supremely yang and firm, what kind of Divine Weapon is this?"

He could naturally tell that the kid relied on the power of an Unparalleled Divine Weapon to slay these guards who were close to Second Grade strength with his Third Grade cultivation.

However, even after thinking for a while, he couldn’t recall the origin of that Unparalleled Divine Weapon in the other party’s hand.

Under Luo Zhouwu’s "Heavenly Heart" perception, it seemed that this person was not practicing the "Nine Nether Great Technique," yet the way he wielded that Unparalleled Divine Weapon seemed to originate from the "Nine Nether Great Technique," making him even more puzzled.

"Strange, too strange."

To be able to unleash the power of an Unparalleled Divine Weapon to this extent, this person’s cultivation in the "Nine Nether Great Technique" should be extremely deep. Yet, his entire cultivation technique is bright and upright, a pure Fire Attribute Technique.

These thoughts flashed quickly through Luo Zhouwu’s mind and were soon cast aside. At this moment, the battle between the three from the Nine Nether Sect had reached a fever pitch, and he had no time to pay attention to this person.

"Die for me!"

Qian Jiu, unable to break through for a long time, became irritable. Suddenly, he let out an angry roar, and the power of the Cyan Steel Sword in his hand swelled again, suppressing the Sword Domain of Zhou You and Fang Yong.

"Not enough, the power needs to be stronger!"

He desperately urged, demanding more powerful strength from the "Zhichi Demon Sword" in his hand.

Instantly, his power reached its peak, as if touching another level, he burst into mad laughter, "Haha, is this the power of the Divine Treasure Realm? Taste my sword, you two old fools."

With one slash, the Sword Domain around Zhou You and Fang Yong disintegrated instantly.

No way to escape.

No way to avoid.

Their expressions changed drastically as a loud clang echoed, and Zhou You was sent flying, his ink-black longsword breaking in two.

The destruction of his Lifebound Object caused severe injury, vomiting blood continuously.

Fang Yong fared even worse, managing only to turn slightly, half his shoulder and one arm were brutally cut off, blood gushing out endlessly.

In one strike, two First Grades were heavily injured.

"It’s now!"

Luo Zhouwu was waiting for this exact moment, decisively taking action!

He integrated his body and sword, transforming into a stream of light, slashing towards Qian Jiu.

The timing of this strike couldn’t be more precise. A moment later, if Zhou You and Fang Yong died, the next target of the Demon Sword would have been him.

A moment earlier, he would have had to bear this strike himself.

Chen Ming watched from below, cursing inwardly, that old sly fox!

However, this person’s swordsmanship differed somewhat from Su Zhining’s.

...

Qian Jiu seemed to sense the danger but the previous two strikes had consumed him greatly. He roared angrily, the Cyan Steel Sword in his hand flaring up once more.

At this moment, the incandescent sword light was already upon him.

The sword light initially aimed at Qian Jiu’s head slightly veered and slashed at his right arm, sending an arm along with the Demon Sword flying.

"Hiss——"

At the same time, Luo Zhouwu also revealed himself, half his body drenched in blood, similarly losing an arm.

The Demon Sword had instinctively protected its master, cutting off his sword-wielding right arm before the sword light fell upon him.

This battle was extremely brutal, resulting in mutual destruction.

Chen Ming watched with chills running down his spine as three powerful First Grades ended up either injured or maimed, losing arms or having their Lifebound Objects shattered, their foundations severely damaged.

As for Qian Jiu, who lost the Demon Sword, he was instantly reduced to his original form, fainting and lying on the ground, barely clinging to life, his breath extremely weak.

Clearly, wielding power far beyond one’s own level comes with a price.

Now, he’s the only one who remains intact.

Chen Ming was just thinking when suddenly applause erupted.

He jolted and demanded, "Who?"

A delighted voice came from within the manor, "What a spectacular show!"

The voice was very familiar.

Not only him, but even Zhou Yilan, who was leaning against the wall, turned pale and exclaimed, "Husband?"

Someone who should not have been here.

A tall figure suddenly shot out and landed beside the Demon Sword.

This person was wearing a purple robe, looking particularly dignified, hands clasped behind his back, eyes like lightning. At this moment, he looked very different from usual.

He looked at Zhou Yilan with a smile, speaking softly, "Dear, thank you for delivering this tremendous merit to me. It’s not in vain for our years of affection."

For some reason, Chen Ming felt a chill upon hearing these words.

"You—"

Zhou Yilan looked at her husband, who now appeared so unfamiliar. In the past, if she was hurt, he would be the first to rush over and hold her...

But now, her husband wore a gentle smile, yet his eyes were extremely cold. Cold enough to chill her to the bone, sending her heart plummeting into an abyss, "You... you knew all along... didn’t you?"

Ruan Caixiong smiled, "Of course, foolish woman, otherwise, why would I marry you? I initially thought that as the Holy Daughter of the Nine Nether Sect, you could help me achieve great things. I never imagined you were so disappointing, always thinking about love, pushing me aside."

Toward the end, his tone was somewhat exasperated, "If you could focus on improving yourself, and reach the Divine Treasure Realm sooner, lending me a hand, we could be a pair envied by all, an immortal couple. However, you’re so unambitious. I had no choice but to resort to this. Believe me, with this great merit, I can exchange with the Six Gates for a place in the Divine Treasure Realm!"

Chen Ming was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

It turns out Ruan Caixiong just wanted to live off her but his act was so convincing that Zhou Yilan, the Holy Daughter of the Nine Nether Sect, fell completely for it, neglecting her cultivation. Instead, she dragged Ruan Caixiong down, so he schemed this whole thing...

What the hell!

He looked sympathetically at Zhou Yilan, who seemed struck by lightning, her face ashen, thinking love is truly the great taboo for martial artists.

She originally had a perfect start, with three devoted senior brothers by her side, each with extraordinary treasures and remarkable progress. If she had focused on her own progress, she might have long entered the Divine Treasure Realm, avoiding such an end.

He resolved to use her as a cautionary tale, not to slow down his cultivation for a woman.

Even if we take a step back, if she hadn’t slacked off after marriage and had sufficient strength, would the three senior brothers betray her? Would Ruan Caixiong dare to plot against her?

Ultimately, in this world, strength is fundamental.

"Hahaha..." On the other side, Zhou You, who was sitting slumped on the ground, burst into laughter, "Junior Sister, I told you long ago, this person is untrustworthy. Now you’ve finally seen his true colors, haven’t you?"

Whoosh!

Ruan Caixiong flicked his hand, the long sword shot out of its sheath, turned into a blue light, and pierced Zhou You’s chest, pinning him to the ground.

Despite his severe injury, Zhou You started cursing, "Ruan Caixiong, you vile scoundrel, if you have guts let me go, and I’ll fight you for three hundred rounds... Ah—"

The sword embedded in him flew up again and pierced into his mouth, pinning his head to the ground, sealing his words.

Even with such an injury, Zhou You didn’t die immediately and continued to struggle.

"Senior Brother—"

Zhou Yilan almost fainted when she saw this scene.

Ruan Caixiong suddenly turned to Chen Ming, "Brother Gu, did you enjoy today’s grand show?"

Chen Ming was startled; did Ruan Caixiong actually recognize him?

Then he thought, it must have been when he made a move earlier that Ruan Caixiong spotted something amiss.

At this point, there was no need to pretend anymore, so he said, "Brother Ruan, your schemes are truly ingenious. My disguise could not fool you. But there’s one thing I’m unclear about; could you enlighten me?"

Ruan Caixiong seemed in an extremely good mood and not in a hurry to act, "Go ahead."

He asked, "How did Brother Ruan enter here?"

"That’s simple, because I am the owner of this Secret Realm, naturally I come and go as I please. Moreover, this realm has two entrances. Elder Luo is aware of this."

"So that’s how it is," Chen Ming said, "May I know how Brother Ruan plans to deal with me?"

Ruan Caixiong chuckled, "You ask quite directly. I still have many things to say to you, why so eager to get to the point?"

Chen Ming understood his mentality. Being with Zhou Yilan for over ten years, he played the role for all those years, wearing a mask daily with countless words in his heart but nowhere to express them. Now, with his great success imminent, he wanted to share this joy with someone.

However, Chen Ming had no patience to listen to his gloating here.

He said seriously, "So, Brother Ruan, you’re not planning to let me go?"

Ruan Caixiong’s smile faded, turning cold, "When you touched my wife with those dirty hands earlier, I already wanted to kill you."

"..."

Chen Ming twitched his eyes, looking at him like a lunatic, "I was trying to save sister-in-law earlier, didn’t you see she was injured?"

"Then you must die as well!"

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