"Third Strike of Annihilation, Sky Piercer!"
Lu Ming doubled his combat strength and used the first move of the Third Strike of Annihilation, Sky Piercer.
A dazzling spear radiance shot up to the sky.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ten thousand saber waves that Huang Wen sent out crumbled one after another.
Finally, the spear radiance rushed past Huang Wen and clashed with him.
In the next moment, all the energy fluctuations disappeared. The long spear in Lu Ming's hand also disappeared. Lu Ming landed on the fighting stage expressionlessly.
As for Huang Wen, his eyes were wide open and his face was filled with disbelief.
There was a bloody hole in between his eyebrows.
The light in his eyes quickly disappeared, and so did his life aura.
Plop!
Huang Wen fell on the fighting stage, no longer showing any signs of life.
Huang Wen was dead!
Most of the people at the scene were dumbfounded.
Huang Wen was killed by Lu Ming. This was out of everyone's expectations.
A Third Level True God had killed an Eighth Level True God genius. This was too exaggerated.
"Demon! It turns out that Lu Ming is a demon!"
"He's too abnormal. No wonder the Sect Master conferred him the title of Holy Son. His combat strength is so terrifying!"
Many people mumbled to themselves. They finally knew why Dragon Zhoushan had conferred Lu Ming the title of Holy Son.
Lu Ming was a freak. Without a doubt, the divine power that he controlled was definitely above the sacred grade. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be so powerful. When he became a Heaven God and the Son of Saint, it would be a sure thing.
"Damn it!"
Fukō Seiko's eyes were cold. Huang Wen's death meant that he had lost one of his generals.
"Big Brother …"
Huang Wu screamed in the crowd. His face was as pale as snow, and his face was filled with fear.
When he was in the Kongxuan School's outer area, he could get whatever he wanted because of his big brother, Huang Wen. Now that Huang Wen was dead, who could he rely on in the future?
He knew that he would have a hard time in the future.
"Clean up the fighting stage!"
Dragon Zhoushan ordered. Immediately, someone went down and took away Huang Wen's body.
"Who else wants to fight?!"
Lu Ming looked at the people of the seven factions.
"Mo Ying, go and kill him!"
The Tianhong Saint instructed a youth behind him.
"This brat won't live!"
Leng Ku, a black-robed youth behind the Tian Hong Divine Son, stepped down and landed on the fighting ring.
"It's him, Demon Shadow!"
"The Tianhong Saint sent this person directly. Looks like he's determined to win!"
Many people were slightly surprised.
In the Sect Competition previously, Mo Ying had displayed shocking power. Although he was not as good as the top experts on the Real God ranking list, he was not too far off.
Mo Ying's cultivation was Level Nine True God.
"Brat, your strength is indeed strong. Being able to kill Huang Wen at the Third Level of True God Realm has indeed surprised me. However, your life ends here!"
Mo Ying said coldly.
"Huang Wen said the same thing before, and then he died!"
Lu Ming simply retorted, causing Demon Shadow's complexion to sink.
"Don't compare me with that trash. Kill!"
Mo Ying shouted and charged toward Lu Ming. However, when he was halfway there, he suddenly disappeared.
"Speed-type Divine Skill? No, this is a Secret Skill! "
Lu Ming's gaze flickered. A long spear appeared in his hand and swept in all directions.
The spear radiance crushed through, but did not find any trace of Mo Ying.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from behind Lu Ming. Mo Ying had launched an attack on him.
Unknowingly, Mo Ying had already arrived behind Lu Ming.
"Get lost!"
Lu Ming shouted and his Divine Power gushed out like waves. With a wave of his hand, dozens of spear radiances pierced in all directions.
Dang!
In one of the directions, an explosion rang out, and a figure was sent flying.
"Hehe, it's useless. Die!"
Mo Ying's figure flickered continuously. In an instant, hundreds of figures appeared on the fighting ring and circled around Lu Ming.
From time to time, a figure rushed toward Lu Ming, but they were all repelled by Lu Ming.
"You don't seem to be able to defeat me."
Lu Ming sneered.
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, the hundreds of figures stopped at the same time and gathered into one.
"My arrangement is complete. Lu Ming, go to hell. Demon God Ghost Curse!"
Mo Ying shouted coldly. His body emitted a thick black aura. His hands were constantly forming seals. In the next moment, a burst of energy suddenly erupted from Lu Ming's body.
This energy was extremely evil. No one knew when it had rushed into Lu Ming's body. Now that it had erupted, it formed many black and ferocious ghosts. They roared in Lu Ming's body, wanting to devour Lu Ming's flesh and blood.
"Mo Ying has planted a Demon God Ghost Curse. This kid is dead for sure!"
The Tianhong Saint sneered.
Fukō Seiko, the Zhi Xia Saint, and the others watched coldly.
"Lu Ming!"
Yue Linglong and Wu Zifeng couldn't help but worry.
"Hahaha, Lu Ming, go to hell!"
Mo Ying laughed maniacally.
Almost no one in the True God Realm could break the Demon God Ghost Curse that he had planted. Even the experts on the True God Ranking wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
"Was it planted when we clashed?"
Lu Ming muttered.
Previously, Lu Ming had continuously clashed with the Demon God. Every time they clashed, Lu Ming felt a weak energy rush into his body.
Because that energy wasn't strong, Lu Ming didn't pay much attention to it.
Now that he thought about it, it must have been some Demon God Ghost Curse.
This Demon God Ghost Curse was similar to the Nether Dragon Blood Curse in the Dragon Mountain. However, its power was worlds apart.
"Sovereign!"
With a thought, Lu Ming unleashed his Sovereign Divine Power and enveloped the Demon God Ghost Curse.
Sizzle …
After being enveloped by the Sovereign Divine Power, the Demon God Ghost Shadows were like ice in front of fire. They immediately sizzled and quickly dissipated.
"You … how is this possible? How can you break my Demon God Ghost Curse? "
Mo Ying suddenly yelled in disbelief.
"You're embarrassing yourself with such petty tricks!"
Lu Ming said indifferently. His body flickered as he executed the Nine Heavens Roc Art and charged at Mo Ying.
"Even if you break my Demon God Ghost Curse, you can't kill me!"
Mo Ying roared, his eyes filled with malevolence. He turned into shadows and filled the Fighting Stage.
"Is that so?"
Lu Ming's figure suddenly landed on the fighting ring. A gust of extremely cold Divine Power spread out from his feet. In an instant, it covered the entire fighting ring and sealed it in ice.
In an instant, the Fighting Stage turned into a world of ice.
Mo Ying's body stiffened. His feet were sealed in ice. The hundreds of shadows on the Fighting Stage also disappeared.
"This is … Absolute Frost Divine Power. How did this kid cultivate Absolute Frost Divine Power? Has he already cultivated the Absolute Frost Divine Art to its peak? "
"But he only joined the sect a few decades ago!"
Many of the inner elders were shocked.
The Divine Power that Lu Ming used earlier wasn't Absolute Frost Divine Power.
Could it be that Lu Ming cultivated some kind of secret technique that concealed the Divine Power's attribute?
Even so, how could Lu Ming cultivate Absolute Frost Divine Power in just a few decades?
(End of Chapter)
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