1608: C1608 Crusade

C1608 Crusade

The people on the battleship became angry from embarrassment. Someone actually dared to challenge their bottom line, this was intolerable. The people on their side did not put anyone else in their eyes. How could they just let it go after their own attacks were destroyed?

"Hmph. You boast quite shamelessly. Since you dare to have any ideas on my servant, you must bear my anger. Today, you must test my methods. It's a good chance to try out the treasures that you just obtained and see how powerful they are." An extremely cold voice came from afar.

The ice-cold voice of the man was accompanied by a glittering golden treasure that flickered with runes. A youth appeared in midair at the same time.

It was Zhong Ming who rushed over in a hurry, and the one that floated in the air was the 'Eight Desolations Jade Fan' that Zhong Ming had just obtained, and the one that struck the sharp claws in the air was Zhong Ming's black hill. Zhong Ming's technique was extremely dense, and Zhong Ming's descent was not an ordinary thing.

After a few days of meditation, Zhong Ming had pretty much recovered all of his Spiritual Energy. Now that he had a powerful magical equipment, how could he have any fear towards these Yutang cultivators, and how could he face them outside of the Spirit King Realm, it would take only a few minutes to kill them. However, Zhong Ming was unable to completely use the suppressed cultivation technique here, so he suffered a certain amount of restrictions.

At this moment, Zhong Ming was holding the Eight Desolations Fan in his hand. This fan could sense the anger of its owner and it let out a buzzing sound. Under Zhong Ming's control, large amounts of light erupted and instantly covered the Yellow Spirit Cage.

Huang Ling, who had escaped danger, was ecstatic when she saw her master dare to come in time. She was very clear on Zhong Ming's ability after the initial fear disappeared from her face, but she was still secretly afraid. It seemed that it would be better to stay close to her master in the future.

"Thank you, Master." Huang Ling thanked Zhong Ming gratefully. Her master was too helpful and came in time. She almost lost her life.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong." A woman revealed herself to the crowd. The female cultivator, who was planning to escape, was pleasantly surprised when she saw Wu Tie. At the same time, she also stopped running and said.

Zhong Ming looked in the direction of the two cultivators. Among them, the old man Zhong Ming looked familiar, but he didn't have a deep impression of him and didn't know who he was, but he recognized the woman beside him. This woman was called Liangyu, and she was the other leader.

After all, this young man was the leader of the Azure Wood Race and at the very least, he was not an enemy. He should be able to join forces with the other members of the race, so it would be more likely for one more person to win. However, the woman was somewhat surprised as she really did not expect to meet Zhong Ming in this place.

Zhong Ming was also surprised. The two of them actually came here, he did not know what they were plotting, but he did not care about this. He only nodded his head symbolically and did not have any intention of greeting them.

The light rays covered the entire sky, and the sky seemed to be illuminated. The imposing aura was vast, and as the spiritual pressure swept over, the few people on the warship immediately had a drastic change in expression. This aura caused them to feel a sense of fear, and in the face of Zhong Ming's attack, they did not dare to be careless.

One of them had a black flag in his hand, and black gas came out of it and wrapped around the flag, while the other one took out a magic tool with the shape of a seal. One of the two sides was shining like a mirror, and also released streams of gas, while the other two people behind them were fighting with their hands behind their backs, and did not have any intention of helping; perhaps they thought that if these two attacked, they would definitely be able to kill the young man in front of them.

Facing the contempt of the few people in front of him, Zhong Ming snorted coldly, and the treasured fan in his hands immediately released waves after waves of green light, the endless amount of Spiritual Energy s rushed into the fan, and the fan shadows that were originally floating in the air solidified, and one after another Thunder Arc began moving about on it. With the lightning of the Thunder Arc, the sound of thunder could be heard in the air, and countless of fan shadows threw themselves into the black gas below the fan, exterminating it in just a few flashes.

"You're quite capable." When the foreign invaders saw this scene, their eyebrows couldn't help but twitch. They didn't know what he used to attack, but it was clear that something from his sleeve was attacking towards Zhong Ming.

It was actually the size of a football, and the sky was reflected even brighter. Zhong Ming, who was watching this scene from afar with a cold expression, suddenly appeared a small black mountain in his hand. It was thrown out of his body and pressed down towards the light in the sky.

He wanted to confuse his opponent, but the real treasure wanted to escape and did not want to collide with it. This bead was something that he had worked so hard for, and he did not want to clash head on with it. It was like an egg hitting a rock, and he was asking for trouble.

Zhong Ming raised his hand and cast a spell into the mountain. The black hill immediately disappeared, and in the next moment, it appeared above a pearl and smashed it down without any hesitation.

BOOM *

With the sound of an explosion, the bead that was initially trying to escape from the mountain was smashed into smithereens, while the foreign cultivator who controlled the Spiritual Treasure was hit by the backlash at the same time, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His treasure was destroyed, of course he was furious, he raised his hand and shot out dozens of needles, wanting to blast Zhong Ming into holes.

Zhong Ming had his spiritual eye in his body, so how could the bead escape from his magic eye? Even if he created countless of them, it would be hard for him to escape, and now, he actually used hidden weapons, but these needle lights were fast, and Zhong Ming's treasured fan was still entangled with the other two's magical weapons. Although Zhong Ming had the upper hand, but it was still far from being able to satisfy his thirst.

At this moment, Zhong Ming exerted force with one hand and the treasured fan in his hand immediately released tens of thousands of golden lights that directly flew towards the battleship. At this moment, Zhong Ming used force with one hand and the treasured fan in his hand immediately released tens of thousands of golden lights that directly flew toward the warship in the air.

The rope formed by the black gas also turned into a defensive net, blocking the ten thousand rays of light coming from Zhong Ming's attack. The other foreign cultivator also used a mirror to reflect the attacks of the light figures, but what surprised the two was that the attack power was not even one ten-thousandth of what it was before and was easily repelled by their magic tools.

"Not good." The alien cultivator's expression immediately changed, and he hurriedly warned his companion before slashing his long sword into the air. The fog in the air dissipated, and a fan's shadow appeared, but his own long sword actually went through it. While he was still in a daze, a solid treasured fan appeared above the head of the other alien, smashing it down heavily.

This alien cultivator, who was still driving his black flag, simply did not expect that this fan would actually appear on his head, not feeling anything at all, appearing out of thin air. This made him feel that it was too late to poke his hand out of nowhere, and he hurriedly activated his own protective shield to protect himself, but what happened even more terrifying was that for some reason, this fan actually penetrated straight through him without even pausing for a moment.

Pen

Along with the sound of the skull breaking, this alien cultivator was directly smashed into a meat patty by the fan. Blood immediately sprayed everywhere, and his corpse that was originally standing at the bow of the ship fell, a ball of light wrapped in green light shooting out from that pile of rotten flesh.

"Save me!" There was a small person in this ball of light, just like the Alien from before. Right now, he was screaming for help to his companions, but he only had enough time to shout that out, and was immediately killed by the treasured fan. Zhong Ming wouldn't let his primordial spirit escape, making this person disappear completely.

Before the people on the warship could even react, their comrades had already died. Watching all of this in shock, not even having the time to rescue their comrades, the few of them were frightened to the point of infuriating themselves, immediately casting their own spells, blocking the treasured fan in front of their eyes. Although these were all illusions, their power was not weakened at all.

They had activated their shields to prevent what had just happened from happening, because they did not know which was the real one or the fake one. Just as they had reacted, the shadows that had struck their magic tools were easily melted away by them.0

"Ahh …" He screamed miserably. The werewolf thought that he had already dodged the fan shadow attack, but who would have known that it actually appeared at the back of his head. By the time he managed to react, the fan shadow had already been hit.

When Zhong Ming's fan image attacked the remaining two Aliens, their faces became unusually ugly. Their companions were killed so easily, and at this moment, they already had fear in their hearts. They had no will to fight anymore.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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