Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 170, Tea Ceremony

Any one of the two would be hard to deal with!

Whoosh!

Chu Ming’s body was light and agile, with his foot tapping the green stone tiles on the ground, causing powder to splash everywhere, landing with a rustling sound. The Blue Red Sword continuously flashed, with radiant swords light spreading out like ripples in all directions.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The ghost corpse’s withered claws swung one after another, each time extinguishing a streak of sword light, turning it into stardust. However, his pouncing speed did not show any sign of slowing down. Blood Poison constantly shot poisonous insects from his body, using them to nullify the sword light.

"Ghost Cry Claw!"

Seeing that he was about to reach Chu Ming, the ghost corpse’s right claw extended abruptly, with layer upon layer of ghostly shadows overlapping, faintly accompanied by sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling. The surrounding air was all shattered by its claws, turning into gray air currents writhing around.

"Blood Poison Toad!"

A sinister gleam flashed in Blood Poison’s eyes, and his body suddenly underwent a massive transformation, becoming a blood-colored toad about ten zhang high. It was covered in dense protrusions, some of which even oozed viscous liquid, causing countless streams of white poisonous smoke to rise on the ground.

Boom!

With a fierce push of its limbs, a five or six meter deep pit appeared on the ground. The blood-colored toad that Blood Poison turned into leaped towards Chu Ming in an instant, sonic booms echoing continuously.

"Blood Killing Fist!"

With his left hand clenched into a fist and his muscles bulging, all the power of fire in Chu Ming’s body circulated entirely, concentrating in one punch. In an instant, countless fire element patterns flashed on Chu Ming’s fist, shimmering brightly with a destructive explosive force.

Boom!

As the fist was thrown, air waves rolled around, debris scattered, and the formidable impact left countless dark holes on the ground. The entire street instantly became pitted and uneven, with numerous houses collapsing into ruins.

Thud! Thud! Thud...

Chu Ming’s punch was too powerful, causing both the ghost corpse and the blood-colored toad that Blood Poison turned into to be blasted away. Their bodies pierced through several houses before gradually stopping, with their black robes in tatters and covered in scars, looking extremely miserable. Out of breath, they looked at the white-robed Chu Ming, their eyes filled with shock.

"Scatter and run!"

At this moment, Blood Poison had reverted from the blood-colored toad to human form, roaring lowly at the ghost corpse. Then, his body turned into a shadow, completely blending into the darkness. Without needing to be told, at the moment of stopping, the ghost corpse also flew off in another direction, with speed not at all slower than Blood Poison.

Chu Ming quietly watched the two of them escape, showing no intent to pursue. To be honest, even though he could defeat the two of them, he still had no confidence in killing them. Defeating and killing were entirely two different concepts.

Just as Chu Ming was about to leave, he suddenly felt a gaze directed at him. He looked up, his eyes narrowing, and saw a young man in a purple robe, watching him with a half-smile on a nearby rooftop.

This young man in the purple robe had a fair face and a heroic air between his brows. His eyes were incredibly clear, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist. Most noteworthy was the purple curved saber on his back, with purple streams of light occasionally flowing on it.

Seeing Chu Ming look over, the young man did not say anything, only nodded slightly before leaping into the dark night.

"This person is very strong, and should not be from the Qingqiu Kingdom!"

Chu Ming speculated secretly. At this moment, martial artists and common people watching from the surroundings finally dared to poke their heads out. Chu Ming looked at the dozens of ruined houses, sighed softly, and took out a stack of silver notes from his storage ring, distributing them to the owners of the houses.

As soon as Chu Ming left, a large group of city guards arrived to clean up the street. As for what had happened, they didn’t ask any questions; they were just carrying out their orders.

Finding an inn at random, Chu Ming had no mind for rest and directly took out a middle-grade spirit stone to slowly start cultivating. This was already the second assassination attempt by the Nether Night Association, and there was still one more to go; the assassinations were far from over.

Two days passed in a flash, with Chu Ming spending his time cultivating in the inn, his spiritual power advancing slightly.

Crack!

The middle-grade spirit stone in his hand cracked in the middle, and Chu Ming slowly opened his eyes, with two beams of bright light shooting out from his gaze, like two bolts of lightning dancing chaotically in the void.

"Whew, today is the tea party."

Chu Ming got up and walked out of the inn, heading toward the City Lord’s Mansion. Many pedestrians gave way upon recognizing him, recalling vividly the event that occurred the night before last.

In Tieyuan City, the City Lord’s Mansion was considered the largest power, possessing the resources of the entire city. Naturally, the City Lord’s Mansion was built extraordinarily grand, and the City Lord of Ironfire City was also a true genius level ninth layer strongman. Though he wasn’t much in the entire Qingqiu Kingdom, in Tieyuan City, he was already the strongest.

"Sir, are you here to attend the tea party?"

As soon as Chu Ming arrived in front of the City Lord’s Mansion, he was stopped by two guards. The guard on the left respectfully asked.

"Yes," Chu Ming replied flatly. Glancing to the side, he saw many young men and women coming and going from the City Lord’s Mansion, all with proud expressions on their faces.

"Sir, please follow me!"

The guard didn’t dare to show any negligence, immediately bowing slightly and extending his arm to lead the way, heading towards the City Lord’s Mansion.

Over the past two days, Chu Ming had heard many rumors about the City Lord’s young master. It was said that he was an inner sect disciple of the Celestial Travel Sect and had returned to Tieyuan City with a task at hand. Chu Ming speculated secretly that this tea party must be closely linked to his task.

Within the City Lord’s Mansion, small bridges and flowing water, artificial mountains stood tall, with a small river running through the entire mansion. From time to time, squads of soldiers marched back and forth. With Chu Ming’s spirit lake power, he could easily sense faint soul fluctuations in many hidden places.

"Sir, we have arrived!"

While Chu Ming was slightly lost in thought, the two of them had already arrived at a small pavilion. The small pavilion was modest, with a glass table inside, displaying several plates of spirit fruit. At this moment, the small pavilion was unoccupied.

Meanwhile, outside the pavilion on either side, several dozen tables were set up, similarly displaying several plates of spirit fruit. However, many young men and women had already arrived, sitting in front of the tables, quietly observing the surrounding geniuses.

After all, most of them were from Tieyuan City and knew each other. They gathered together to chat with each other.

Seeing Chu Ming’s arrival, a few youngsters only glanced at him before shifting their gaze elsewhere and resumed their conversations. Chu Ming casually found a place to sit and silently observed the young men and women around him. Any one of these individuals, put in the Great Yan Kingdom, would be among the top five geniuses, but in the whole Qingqiu Kingdom, they were just decent, far from the top tier.