Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 164, A Single Thought

Black Ink’s face changed, completely not expecting Chu Ming’s strength to be this formidable. In haste, he quickly drew his blade, and a brilliant Sword Aura blossomed from the weapon, seemingly the only light in the darkness.

Boom!

Even so, Black Ink’s Sword Aura was destroyed in the fierce collision, breaking into fragments of white light, dissipating into the air. Simultaneously, Black Ink’s body was forced back dozens of meters before he could slowly come to a stop.

"Attack together!"

Black Ink’s pupils shrank. Seeing Chu Ming about to strike again, he shouted loudly while launching another attack, a flurry of blade flowers blooming around him, crisscrossed with fierce Sword Qi.

Boom!

"Black Water Profound Technique!"

A black cyclone coiled around Black Ink, gradually forming a dragon-shaped black armor. The armor occasionally spat out black flames, completely evaporating the moisture in the air.

The "Black Water Profound Technique" is the top-tier Cultivation Technique of the Black Water Sect, and only a few Guiyuan Realm elders are qualified to cultivate it. Black Ink started practicing it after comprehending Sword Intent.

The "Black Water Profound Technique" is an attack-defense integrated High Tier Profound Level technique. Ordinary Martial Artists can’t even break Black Ink’s Spiritual Armor.

"Rain Transformation Sword!"

No need for Black Ink to command. At the moment Chu Ming repelled Black Ink, Princess Fire Cloud decisively made her move. Sword light fractured inch by inch at the tip of her sword, resembling a sky full of stars. Tens of thousands of Sword Auras streaked behind her, the tips of the Sword Aura surrounded by traces of ice.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Chu Ming squinted slightly. If he hadn’t broken through with the "Fire Element Body Forging Chapter", he might still need to spend some effort dealing with them. But now, they were far too weak for him.

"Blood Killing Fist!"

A wave of bloody aura suddenly spread through the surrounding space. Unlike the demonic nature of the Blood Demon’s blood Qi, the Blood Qi around Chu Ming surged with an astonishing heat.

At the same time, the Fire Cloud Power within Chu Ming’s body surged everywhere, instantly converging into his clenched fist.

Facing the countless Sword Auras and Sword Qi, Chu Ming threw a punch. Red and yellow lights interwove, dyeing the surrounding space with changing colors.

Thud, thud, thud...

With the strength of 1,100 Tiger Power, and the addition of Fire Essence Power, Chu Ming’s punch was fierce and unstoppable. It wasn’t quite "god slays god, Buddha slays Buddha," but it was strong enough to neutralize all Sword Auras and Sword Light.

With one punch, the surrounding space was instantly cleared, and all the phantoms of Sword Auras and Sword Light disappeared, turning into the purest Spiritual Power, dissipating midair as if they had never appeared.

Thud!

Thud!

Black Ink and Princess Fire Cloud’s bodies were continuously pushed back by Chu Ming’s Fist Force, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, looking utterly disheveled.

Qinghao, who was about to attack, was now completely stunned. Even the technique in his hand slowly dissipated without the support of Spiritual Power.

"Hand over all your Storage Rings!"

Chu Ming didn’t strike again, instead standing there and speaking calmly.

Black Ink’s expression froze. He had always been the one robbing others, and it was the first time someone had robbed him. Nevertheless, Chu Ming had the qualifications; it all came down to strength.

"Here!"

Princess Fire Cloud straightforwardly took off her Storage Ring without hesitation. Making harsh statements now? Nonsense. Their lives were in Chu Ming’s hands; saying anything harsh would likely get them killed.

As a genius herself, Princess Fire Cloud understood the temperament of geniuses—threats only provoke greater resistance.

"Here!"

Black Ink gritted his teeth. Though there weren’t many treasures in his Storage Ring, each one was extremely important to him. However, under the eaves, one must bow his head. He had etched Chu Ming’s appearance deeply into his mind, planning to settle the score later.

"I can’t give you my Storage Ring!"

Qinghao’s face didn’t look good. The Qing Family was a major clan in the Huangling Kingdom, and he had seen many geniuses. To him, Chu Ming could undoubtedly rank among the top three of the younger generation in Huangling.

"Why?"

Chu Ming, taking the Storage Rings of Black Ink and Princess Fire Cloud, paused upon hearing Qinghao. Was this person an imbecile?

"I’m from the Qing Family of Huangling Kingdom. If you take my Storage Ring, the Qing Family won’t let you off!"

Qinghao spoke anxiously, unsure if the Qing Family of Huangling could intimidate Chu Ming. But he believed that mentioning the Qing Family would earn some respect around Tianhe.

"Is that so?"

Chu Ming said indifferently. Suddenly, a sharp white light pierced through layers of space. Qinghao felt a pain in his hand. Looking down, he saw that his finger wearing the Storage Ring had been cleanly severed.

"You..."

Qinghao’s face turned pale, feeling greatly humiliated.

"Since you wouldn’t hand it over, I had to take it myself."

Chu Ming spoke lightly, as if doing something inconsequential. With a light grip of his right hand, the Storage Ring on the severed finger was drawn into his palm.

"Hand over the Golden Folding Fan too!"

Chu Ming’s glance at Qinghao’s Golden Folding Fan recognized its extraordinariness. Earlier, his Fist Force had targeted all three simultaneously, but while Black Ink and Princess Fire Cloud were heavily injured, Qinghao was unscathed thanks to the fan’s protection.

"Don’t push it too far!"

Mentioning the Golden Folding Fan, Qinghao’s face changed immediately. The fan wasn’t originally his; he had begged his father for it to satisfy his vanity. It also had to be returned after this trip, so losing it now would be a grave mistake.

"Do you want me to take it myself?"

Chu Ming spoke indifferently, guessing the Golden Folding Fan was an Earth Level defensive magical treasure. He felt a thrill of excitement, not caring about offending the Qing Family.

Martial training is inherently defying the heavens. If one approaches every situation trembling in fear, one might as well give up now.

"Take it!"

Qinghao chose his life over the Golden Folding Fan. Life is irreplaceable; once lost, everything is gone. Furthermore, the fan contained a trace of his father’s will, which was nearly impossible for others to activate.

Whoosh!

Grasping the Golden Folding Fan, a chill emanated from it. Although golden, the fan’s surface painted scenes of mountains and rivers – beautiful and splendid.

Boom!

"Who dares covet my treasure fan?"

A phantom figure slowly emerged from the fan’s surface, unleashing an oppressive force that threatened to annihilate the entire space. He became the center of everything.

"A fragment of will?"

Chu Ming was slightly surprised, having heard of such techniques. For ordinary Martial Artists, it would be insurmountable. But Chu Ming’s Soul Power was too strong.

The instant the phantom figure appeared, Chu Ming’s Soul Power turned into a sharp spike, piercing straight into the phantom.