Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents



40 Chapter 40: Slaughter Sword Intent

Up ahead were people from the world of martial arts. But what was bizarre was that the team was scattered but not chaotic, and no one dared to be the first to rush to the front. Especially when they saw Jiang Ming, the chaotic noise suddenly disappeared, and even the forward footsteps stopped in unison without agreement.

People's reputation preceded them, and everyone was timid in the face of a Great Grandmaster.

Jiang Ming laughed, with a hint of mockery.

No one was behind him, but there were countless enemies ahead.

"Everyone, since ancient times, demons have not suppressed the righteous, and righteousness will always triumph over evil. This man is a great demon that is beyond redemption. Although he is powerful, he will certainly be no match for our forces of justice!" A middle-aged man in the front of the team waved his hand and strode towards Jiang Ming with his head held high.

His square face gave people a sense of righteousness, and he didn't have the slightest sideways glance, full of integrity.

The others followed suit.

"Jiang Ming, you murdered villages and kidnapped and plundered. Kneel down and confess now!" The middle-aged man stopped under the mound and looked up to question Jiang Ming.

"Kneel down and confess!"

The rest of the people shouted angrily, pointing their sabers, spears, swords, and halberds at Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming laughed and asked, "You are Zhao Zhengyi, right? Which village did I slaughter, and which stronghold did I destroy?"

Constable Jin provided him with a lot of information, and based on the description, Jiang Ming recognized this leading middle-aged man at first sight.

He was from Fengzhou, a grandmaster cultivator, known as a righteous true gentleman, and a moral role model Zhao Daxia.

There were more than twenty innate powerhouses and three grandmasters hidden in the crowd, obviously concealing their identity.

This wave of people was very powerful and could sweep through a sect.

Even enough to besiege a great grandmaster.

"Feng Family Village, Ma Family Village, you wiped them out, killing everyone regardless of age or gender, you were the epitome of evil!" Zhao Zhengyi's face was filled with rage as he pointed at Jiang Ming. "Going by what you're saying, I'm really beyond redemption, full of sin and doing all kinds of evil." Jiang Ming said indifferently, "Who saw it?"

"I saw it!" A young man stepped forward, fearful but determined, "At that time, I was hiding in the bushes and watched you laugh and kill while raping for pleasure. Then you took out a girl's heart and ate it clean. You are a demon, a demon! I often have nightmares and wake up in a cold sweat!"

"You slaughtered villages, ate hearts, and claim you're not a demon!" Zhao Zhengyi's rage knew no bounds, roaring, "Jiang Ming, you may act like a human in front of others, but behind their backs, you are an evil ghost that crawled out of hell."

The others looked at Jiang Ming with icy cold glares.

"If it was really me, with my cultivation level, I wouldn't have noticed that there was one person hiding in secret? Ridiculous, ridiculous!" Jiang Ming shook his head.

Zhao Zhengyi's eyes narrowed, and the others' eyes flickered.

"And you Zhao Zhengyi, to be called a righteous true gentleman, and a moral role model Zhao Daxia. What a great reputation." Jiang Ming continued, "I've heard that when you were young and poor, you accidentally acquired a secret manual and gradually grew into the grandmaster realm you are in today. This kind of talent is rare in this world. Your reputation is due to the fact that as long as any martial artist in need comes to your door, you treat them well and give them at least a hundred taels of silver when they leave, sometimes even thousands. That's why you're called generous and chivalrous, right?"

"Of course!" Zhao Zhengyi puffed out his chest, looking righteous, "Jiang Ming, if you confess, I can spare your life."

Jiang Ming sneered, "You have no family fortune, and you haven't set up any businesses, yet you have a huge mansion covering more than 80 acres that's lavishly decorated and have hundreds of servants. You also generously support martial artists. So tell me, Zhao Zhengyi, where does your money come from?"

"This..." Zhao Zhengyi's face suddenly changed.

"Heh, this is the so-called Zhao Daxia, a moral role model in public, but a scoundrel in private. The world of martial arts is full of people who are more interested in worldly affairs than chivalry." Jiang Ming shook his head, no longer bothering with them and instead yelled at the young man, "Tell me, were you coerced or threatened to come and slander me?"

The roar was like thunder from the Nine Heavens.

In his eyes, a faint gleam flashed as he activated the spirit power- formed bewitching technique. The young man's willpower couldn't stand against it.

The young man shuddered, his expression changed slightly, and blurted out, "Yes, yes, Zhao Zhengyi came to me and said that as long as I slandered you for slaughtering a village, he would give me thirty thousand taels..."

Before he could finish, Zhao Zhengyi slapped him to death, then pointed at Jiang Ming and roared, "You great demon, you dare to kill the witness in front of me, you're lawless and shameless! Everyone, follow me and kill this demon for the sake of avenging the dead and bringing justice to the world."

He charged forward, wielding his sword, releasing waves of Sword Qi that looked as majestic as they could be, seemingly able to kill all enemies, but his steps obviously slowed down.

"Kill!"

Shouts came from the crowd.

Many martial artists instinctively rushed forward.

Jiang Ming, on the mound, showed a look of astonishment and couldn't help but curse, "Motherfucker, I've never seen such blatant slander before. The world of martial arts, the world of martial arts, huh..."

A while ago, when Constable Jin told him about the darkness in the world of martial arts, he didn't pay much attention.

But today's scene made him completely disappointed in the so- called martial arts world.

Extremely disappointed.

Heroes?

In the end, they are nothing but fireflies in the dark, too few and far between.

Most of them are unprincipled and immoral people, with no loyalty to any cause or morals.

In fact, with the killing intent in his heart, he should have started a massacre when the people appeared before him, but he ultimately came from a civilized society. He thought that some people were bewitched, so he explained and hoped some would back down.

However, what he saw was the true face of the world of martial arts.

How many good people could come here, obviously all had their own intentions.

He also noticed Bai Yunfei and others approaching, which was another way of showing their attitude. At the same time, there were three great grandmasters hidden in the dark who came with the team, but they could not hide from him.

"Lethal Kill Formation!"

Jiang Ming made a judgment at the first moment. However, he didn't really care.

The greedy people in front of him were obviously sent to drain his strength. As for daring to strike at the great grandmaster? It must be the courage given to them by the four grandmasters in the team, coupled with more than twenty innate realm powerhouses. This luxurious lineup would make anyone brave.

Clang!

The Heaven Splitting Sword appeared and shattered all kinds of remote attacks coming for the kill, and he charged down.

"If I don't massacre today, I won't be satisfied!"

Without world-ending killing techniques or hundreds of meters of Sword Qi, he just swung his Heaven Splitting Sword, harvesting lives one by one. Blood blossomed, and life withered.

Every time his sword fell, someone was killed.

But even when he killed his way into the crowd, no one touched his clothes, and even the hidden weapons flying all over the sky were all blocked.

First-tier?

Innate?

All ended with one sword strike.

"Zhao Zhengyi, you want to kill me, why do you keep retreating?"

Jiang Ming stared at his opponent, advancing step by step with killing intent.

He wasn't rushing, but his killing intent grew stronger and stronger, causing some martial artists who besieged him to feel frightened and show fear.

Some wanted to retreat, but they were killed by sudden Sword Qi. Run?

Too late!

"I'm not retreating, I'm preparing a killing move!" Zhao Zhengyi saw Jiang Ming casually killing people, and many experts around him couldn't stop his opponent at all, which made him feel a bit frightened.

But at this point, he had no choice but to take action.

Moreover, he knew that there were great grandmasters lurking in the dark.

"The three of you, if you don't make a move, when will you?" Zhao Zhengyi suddenly shouted.

"This villain is full of evil and should be executed!" An old voice came from the west, revealing an elderly face as one of them shook off his black robe.

His eye sockets were sunken, and his figure was skinny.

Especially his hands, like chicken claws, were covered in black, a clear sign that he had practiced toxic techniques.

"Should be executed!" This voice was very hoarse as the black robe fell off, revealing a man with a mask, holding a blade in his hand.

With a gentle turn, the cold blade Qi could kill any enemy.

"Amitabha Buddha, Master Jiang, you have committed countless evil deeds. If you do not put down your butcher knife, you will suffer the wrath of Ming Wang!" Under the black robe, a bald monk emerged, his voice compassionate, but his face full of flesh.

He held a steel rod in his hand, and with a slight movement, his clothes burst open, revealing his upper body covered in muscular, golden-like muscles.

This was the obvious result of practicing the Vajra Imperishable Body Divine Skill.

"Finally showing your true colors!" Jiang Ming slashed two people with a casual swing, and at this moment, his accumulated killing intent also reached its peak, undergoing a qualitative change.

A slaughter aura shot straight from the top of his head into the sky, shaking the heavens.

The terrifying killing intent spread out, chilling all the powerful people around. Some of them were so scared that their eyes rolled white and fainted on the spot.

"Slaughter Sword Intent? You've actually comprehended another true meaning!" The bald monk's pupils shrank, his face pale, and then roared, "36 devil-subduing strikes, die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

Zhao Zhengyi and the other two were all horrified, knowing that they couldn't wait any longer. They immediately executed their ultimate killing techniques and attacked Jiang Ming.