Lu Ming opened his mouth and blew forcefully onto the golden fire core. The next instant, rolling golden flames swept forth, transforming into numerous golden swords. Burning with golden fire, the swords collided with the howling green wooden palm print.
Boom! Boom!
Numerous surrounding trees were severed by the golden fire swords, their stumps charred black.
Even the green wooden palm print was slashed with black burn marks. Wood chips flew in all directions as it was forced back by sheer power.
“A Mid Divine Ability at the Great Perfection stage?!”
Seeing this, the rat-masked Grand Divine Ability Practitioner’s expression changed drastically, his voice growing much shriller. A look of wariness surfaced in his eyes as he stared at the golden fire core in Lu Ming’s hand.
This kid’s primordial energy was weaker than his own, so how could he have cultivated a divine ability technique to such a high realm?
A High-grade Divine Ability Bone truly possessed some skill.
While the rat-masked Grand Divine Ability Practitioner was consumed by wariness, Lu Ming had no time to waste dragging out a fight with him. He still needed to hurry and destroy the Divine Ability Restriction shrouding the dense forest; otherwise, the battle on Lu Qingyan and Lu Jinglei’s end would be adversely affected.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Ming grabbed the golden fire core with his left hand and pressed it directly into the dark-gold Flame Blade in his right palm.
The fire core embedded itself into the blade like a golden gem.
In the next moment, the flames flickering along the Flame Blade fully pulled back, condensing into a dark-gold blade. Yet from its edge, the faint flow of sharpness and intense heat began to evaporate the surrounding air, warping the space around it slightly.
“Golden Liquid Fire at Great Perfection amplifying Flame Blade at Great Perfection?! Damn it, this kid is a total monster!”
The rat-masked Grand Divine Ability Practitioner’s pupils shrank violently. Sensing a deadly breath of danger from that dark-gold blade, he immediately shot backward, vanishing into the churning black toxic fog.
Evidently, he intended to avoid a direct head-on clash and use the toxic fog for concealment to launch ambushes and disruptions.
Boom!
Thunder crackled and boomed beneath Lu Ming’s feet as lightning enveloped his body. Taking a single step forward, his figure instantly transformed into a streak of lightning, shooting through the forest.
Lesser Lightning Flash, Great Perfection stage!
Residual streaks of lightning flickered in his wake.
The vision-obscuring black toxic fog was meaningless under the illumination of Lu Ming’s Golden Pupils, reflecting the rat-masked Grand Divine Ability Practitioner’s figure with absolute clarity.
“Fuck! How did he spot me? How is he so fast?!”
“Damn it, is that a movement divine ability technique at the Great Perfection stage?!”
“What kind of ghost is this?!”
Watching the lightning figure rush straight toward him without the slightest hesitation, the rat-masked Grand Divine Ability Practitioner panicked. This kid was young, so he thought he would be the easiest target—who could have guessed he would be so wicked?!
Three divine ability techniques at Great Perfection... How on earth did he cultivate them?!
Seeing Lu Ming drawing ever closer, he realized fleeing was futile. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he mobilized all the primordial energy in his body and thrust out both arms.
His arms rapidly petrified into wood, transforming into two massive green wooden hands over ten zhang long that slammed down furiously toward the pursuing Lu Ming.
Lu Ming gripped the fire-core-embedded dark-gold blade with both hands. Expressionless, he swung the blade straight down.
Boom!
In the next instant, a golden blade light over ten zhang long erupted in the dark forest. Wherever it passed, massive trees were sliced clean in two, and even large swathes of the lingering black toxic fog were evaporated by the extreme heat.
The golden blade light tore through the darkness, igniting the trees before vanishing into the depths of the forest.
Having delivered the slash, Lu Ming did not even look up. Turning on his heel, he darted toward the depths of the forest.
Behind him, two severed green wooden arms crashed to the ground as golden flames flared up, reducing them to ashes.
Meanwhile, the rat-masked Grand Divine Ability Practitioner landed upright on the trunk of a massive tree.
Lu Ming’s figure flashed past his side.
“Heh...”
The rat-masked Grand Divine Ability Practitioner tried to make a sound, but only a vague gurgle escaped his throat. The next moment, his vision spun wildly as his head tumbled right off his neck.
This Grand Divine Ability Practitioner of the Peach Mountain Bandits, who had condensed eight Divine Ability Dharma Inscriptions, had been...
Decapitated by Lu Ming in a single slash.
Having decisively slain a Grand Divine Ability Practitioner in one blow, Lu Ming felt no nausea whatsoever. In fact, if conditions permitted, he would gladly chop down a few more until not a single Peach Mountain Bandit remained.
After all, he understood that if they lost today's battle, they would never have the chance to go home again.
Since the Peach Mountain Bandits had initiated this fight, then... it should be ended with death.
It was entirely logical, so Lu Ming felt not even the slightest wave of hesitation or mercy in his heart.
After killing the Grand Divine Ability Practitioner blocking his path, Lu Ming scanned the depths of the forest with his Golden Pupils. A moment later, his figure flickered, reappearing in front of a massive tree where a black flag was embedded in the trunk.
Countless light inscriptions were engraved on the black flag, absorbing the primordial energy of heaven and earth to convert and spew out dense toxic fog.
This was one of the restriction flags anchoring the Divine Ability Restriction that covered the forest.
Lu Ming raised his dark-gold blade and struck down, shattering the restriction flag and reducing it to ashes with fire.
As this restriction flag was destroyed, Lu Ming immediately felt the toxic fog enveloping the forest begin to thin noticeably.
Three restriction flags left. Once all of them are destroyed, the Divine Ability Restriction will vanish. Lu Ming did not pause for a second. Lightning flashed beneath his feet as he charged toward the locations of the remaining three restriction flags.
Right now, his father and second uncle were locked in a bitter struggle, so he had to break the Divine Ability Restriction as quickly as possible to ease their burden.
Fortunately, the rat-masked Grand Divine Ability Practitioner blocking him had already been slain, leaving no one to keep tabs on Lu Ming. Thus, in a short span, he successfully destroyed two more restriction flags.
At this point, the toxic fog over the forest grew exceedingly thin, and clear vision began to return to the area.
“The Divine Ability Restriction here is disappearing?!”
Lu Qingyan and the others, who had been constantly wrapping their bodies in primordial energy to prevent the toxic gas from corroding them, immediately sensed the change and were overjoyed.
“Did Ah Ming do this? That kid is sharp!” Lu Jinglei’s gaze swept across the battlefield. Seeing no sign of Lu Ming, he knew the person destroying the Divine Ability Restriction could only be that quick-witted nephew of his. Laughing heartily, his fire blade instantly turned fierce and violent as he launched a frenzy of attacks at the blood-red wolf-masked bandit opposite him.
“Someone is destroying the Divine Ability Restriction! It's that brat from Thunderfire Hall!”
The person fighting Lü Feng was a Grand Divine Ability Practitioner wearing a blood-red tiger mask. His primordial energy was extremely majestic, making him the strongest individual present. Clearly, he was Fan Li, the head of Guo Kui’s six chief lieutenants.
Fan Li’s cold gaze swept the field before settling on the depths of the forest, where he faintly caught sight of a figure rapidly charging toward the final restriction flag.
If that flag was destroyed, the Divine Ability Restriction would vanish completely. Without the toxic gas aiding them, taking down Thunderfire Hall would require far more effort.
“Sixth Brother, go kill that brat!” Fan Li barked coldly.
As his command echoed out, a figure as massive as an iron tower shot out from the chaotic battlefield. A blood-red bull-head mask covered his face, and behind the mask, his eyes surged with bloodthirsty cruelty.
“Wait for me, Big Brother. Watch me rip that brat’s head off to use as an incense burner!”
Sneering sinisterly, he slammed his foot down, launching himself like a cannonball toward the location of the final restriction flag.
At present, the Peach Mountain Bandits held a slight advantage, allowing them to spare a man.
“Oh no! That's Xu Jushi, ranked sixth among the Peach Mountain Bandits, who has condensed twelve Divine Ability Dharma Inscriptions!” Lu Song of Thunderfire Hall shouted in alarm.
Lu Qingyan merely glanced over before withdrawing his gaze. Although there was a trace of worry in his eyes, he did not panic.
He knew a bit about Lu Ming’s capabilities; even if the boy couldn't defeat Xu Jushi, he certainly possessed enough strength to protect himself.
Deep within the forest.
Lu Ming’s figure flickered into view. A hundred zhang ahead of him, the final restriction flag was planted among a pile of scattered boulders.
Boom!
Just as Lu Ming arrived, a violent screeching wind roared in from the distance. He immediately retreated dozens of paces as a thunderous explosion erupted where he had stood. Dust billowed into the air, revealing a blood-red battleaxe embedded in a deep crater in the ground.
In the next instant, a massive shadow descended from above.
Wearing a bull-head mask, with a frame as sturdy as an iron tower and a cruel, bloodthirsty aura radiating from his entire body, the figure appeared right before Lu Ming.
Sixth among the Peach Mountain Bandits, Xu Jushi, who condensed twelve Divine Ability Dharma Inscriptions?
Upon seeing the man, the intelligence on the Peach Mountain Bandits flashed through Lu Ming’s mind.
Xu Jushi glared down at Lu Ming, their physiques in stark contrast. Gripping his blood-red battleaxe, his grim, kill-laden laughter echoed through the forest.
“Brat, how do you want to die?”
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