Chapter 1708 - 671: Blade Severing the Great Saint (Part 4)

Chapter 1708: Chapter 671: Blade Severing the Great Saint (Part 4)

In fact, if it weren’t for the White Qilin, the future Great Saint, facing another opponent would have resulted in its body being split in two, already dissected.

"Master, this old servant can no longer serve you." A pained laugh echoed from a distance.

The White Qilin turned around, suddenly realizing that the Great Grandmaster, with a Taoist practice of over three hundred years, was riddled with bloody holes, many of his orifices exploded.

Moreover, it seemed the old servant had been bisected at the waist and temporarily pieced his body together.

With a swish, the White Qilin teleported out, intending to cut down the Chairman.

Qin Ming did not intervene; he casually followed at a leisurely pace.

In an instant, the White Qilin and the Chairman were locked in a fierce battle.

The White Qilin’s mind was heavily impacted, its Spiritual Field unstable, finding it unbelievable to encounter two Great Saints in one day.

Especially since he was injured by another person earlier, attempting an abrupt attack to vent his anger by cutting down this woman, only to hit a metal wall instead.

The White Qilin was shocked, unable to take down this Female Great Saint.

Qin Ming’s heart was restless. How long had it been? The Chairman had recovered to this level, his body’s Spiritual Radiance unable to be restrained, enveloping the dark night with a peaceful glow after bursting out.

The White Qilin groaned, already injured before, and now, being struck by the Chairman’s finger across the shoulder, a large mass of Holy Blood flew out.

Qin Ming didn’t just watch; he dashed towards the old servant.

Amidst the dazzling light of the blade, the already severely wounded Great Grandmaster narrowly escaped death, with a swishing sound, one arm flew out.

Then, the blade flashed again, bisecting the old servant once more.

The old servant sighed, saying, "To think, if I hadn’t suffered a wound injury when I was young, I would have already become an Ancestor Master. Nonetheless, I’ve lingered in the Perfect Domain of the Fifth Realm for over three hundred years, far surpassing ordinary Great Grandmasters. How did I end up in such a state?"

Qin Ming calmly said, "Even if you practice diligently in this domain for a thousand years, you remain a Great Grandmaster, and you must bow your head before me."

Poof!

He swung the blade, slicing off its head, and restrained its Divine Soul.

The golden silk parasol was quite satisfied, feeling that this supply was abundant, not shattered by the strike, maintaining a relatively intact form as it swooped down.

Qin Ming turned and walked towards the White Qilin.

The future Great Saint from the depths of Yewu World belonging to the Qilin Sect could no longer maintain a high cool demeanor, roaring continuously, fighting bloodily with all his might, but unable to reverse the current unfavorable situation.

He was continuously poked with bloody holes by the Chairman’s finger.

Moreover, the power within the hundred orifices of his body showed signs of being out of control.

Previously calm and indifferent due to absolute confidence and immense pride, he now realized tonight was truly perilous.

The White Qilin’s faith was shaken, inner anxiety intensified.

Qin Ming directly joined the fray—he and the Chairman had previously severely wounded this man, both having the capability to defeat him, with no reason to adhere to single combat now.

This place is not conducive; the battle should conclude swiftly.

With nearly identical realms, a battle within the same domain, who could withstand the combined force of Qin Ming and the Chairman? Once the two acted together, there was no suspense whatsoever, the battle swiftly ended in a very bloody manner.

Blood splashed high as Qin Ming cut down the Great Saint, cleaving him in two.

The Chairman glanced at him, saying, "You’ve been fascinated with this style recently."

Qin Ming replied, "Seeing the village filled with blood, it was inevitable for my killing intent to surge, only gradually calming until now."

Then, he gazed towards the medicinal garden; it was stunningly beautiful, filled with Immortal Herbs, miracle fruits, Divine Vines, with treasure medicines all over, featuring myriad Creations.

Exhaling a deep breath, Qin Ming’s mood gradually improved, standing in this resplendent Immortal Field, unable to tear his eyes away.

Deep within Feixian Mountain, a top Ancestor Master visiting friends at an Ancient Medicine Field was drinking tea while playing chess.

Opposite him, an elderly man spoke, "You old fellow, giving a gift to a junior so openly? Be cautious that he doesn’t disregard limits, picking more than two premium Miracle Medicines."

The Ancestor Master smiled lightly, saying, "Haha, it doesn’t matter; this future Qilin Great Saint is very steady. Forming such a good relationship with him will yield astonishing returns in the future. Don’t worry, he’s clever and understands limits, at most taking one or two immortal herbs from the Immortal Field’s precious medicines."