Chapter 95 Slaying the Saint

The night fog was surging, and Qin Ming never expected that he would “fall from the sky.” His smile vanished, and his face froze completely.

Below, the golden-armored guard grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth; the smile seemed to have completely shifted to him, growing ever brighter.

“Haha…” He wielded his greatsword, stomping through the yellow sand, his entire body radiating light, like a speeding meteor with the potential to shatter mountains!

Clearly, he wished he could cleave the boy in two with a single sword strike, causing him to lose an arm before even making contact.

He leaped up, his golden armor clanging and shining with golden light, making him resemble a blazing sun that could burn away the dark night mist. The greatsword in his hand flashed like lightning.

With a soft thud, the black raptor was cleaved in two, the sunlight tearing through its flesh and blood, its blood-stained feathers falling to the ground.

Qin Ming leaped off the bird’s back ahead of time, spreading out his bat-wing-like clothing. He was imitating Ge Qianxun, and even though he was already close to the ground, he still used it.

At the very least, his gliding speed was astonishing, leaving the outer saints on the ground somewhat stunned and forcing them to sprint again to catch up.

With a loud bang, Qin Ming smashed a large crater in the soft yellow sand, sending up dust. Protected by the sunlight, he was not injured in the slightest.

“Go ahead and try to escape!” The golden-armored guard appeared, his face cold. His right arm was almost completely smashed by the black gold hammer, and the broken bones and bloody mud could not be put back together.

Therefore, he felt an intense hatred for the boy in front of him.

Qin Ming’s expression was extremely solemn. Facing an Outer Saint alone, he was indeed feeling apprehensive.

If it were any other newcomer standing here, they would have already given up hope. How could they possibly fight back?

The golden-armored guard, holding a greatsword in his left hand, slowly approached, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

He was young, a man in his early twenties, with striking features and sharp eyes.

boom!

He stomped his foot with tremendous force, instantly creating a sandstorm. He appeared in front of Qin Ming and brought his sword down.

Qin Ming did not confront the attack head-on, but quickly dodged it.

The golden-armored guard slashed at the empty air with his sword, then spun halfway around and swept his leg across the yellow sand towards the boy. The force of that kick was enough to knock over an elephant, causing it to rupture and spill its intestines.

Qin Ming was flustered and seemed to panic. He didn’t even have time to remove the scabbard before he directly blocked the young man’s left leg, which was radiating light.

The golden-armored guard’s lips curled into a chilling smile. This kind of weakling… no, he shuddered and suddenly realized.

It was this “clumsy chicken” who killed the woman in black and, not long ago, caused her to permanently lose her right arm.

He truly lived up to his title of Outer Saint; even after swinging his leg out, he managed to retract it and then swept it across with his golden greatsword.

A blinding light erupted from Qin Ming’s hand, the scabbard shattered, and the mutton-fat iron knife and the greatsword collided, sparks flying and a deafening clang resounding.

The golden-armored guard broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly took a few steps back to calm himself down. It was really too dangerous. If he hadn’t pulled back, today would have ended in a complete tragedy!

Qin Ming was filled with regret. He was just a hair’s breadth away from severing his opponent’s leg with his treasured sword. Success or failure really does hinge on a single moment.

He realized that his sudden attack with the flying hammer had left a psychological scar on the golden-armored guard, making the guard unusually wary.

Qin Ming felt a tightness in his chest and was forced to retreat backward. His hands, which were gripping the knife, felt numb, and his blood was churning violently.

He finally experienced what it felt like to be overwhelmed by sheer force and brutally defeated.

The man in golden armor glanced at the nick in his greatsword, his face grim, and he became extremely cautious of the young man in his early stages of life.

He had to be careful; after smashing one of his arms, the other party had set their sights on his left leg and almost succeeded!

Then, his eyes burned with desire. The boy was holding a jade iron knife, and he wanted to get his hands on this trophy.

Neither of them spoke; words were meaningless, and all they wanted to do right now was kill each other.

A fierce wind arose, and the night fog was like a flood bursting its banks, blowing large amounts of yellow sand into the air. The two made their move.

With a clang, Qin Ming was thrown back six or seven meters, nearly falling to the ground. The shock caused his hands to ache terribly, and his tiger’s mouth bled slightly.

The golden-armored youth strode over, his face cold. Another terrible nick appeared on his greatsword. What he found unbearable was that he couldn’t shatter his opponent with a single strike, nor could he even force the opponent to loosen his grip on the jade iron blade.

Qin Ming flexed his wrists in the sand, a strange expression on his face. Had this young man only recently entered the Outer Saint realm? The difference between the two didn’t seem that significant.

At the very least, he has already taken two blows from the opponent!

“Did you undergo seven rebirths before stepping into the Outer Saint realm?” Qin Ming asked, pointing forward with both hands holding the jade iron sword.

Upon hearing this, the golden-armored youth’s eyes flashed with a cold light. Did this boy think he wasn’t strong enough? This must be mockery.

He charged forward instantly, swinging his greatsword repeatedly.

Qin Ming wasn’t mocking him; he just wanted to confirm one thing: just how big was the gap between himself and an Outer Saint.

Now he is testing the waters himself and has initially verified that his opponent does not have an absolute advantage in terms of strength.

The two exchanged blows quickly, and Qin Ming was repeatedly struck away. Although he staggered, he eventually regained his balance. The soft flesh between his fingers was slightly damaged, and a few drops of blood flowed out, but he was still able to persevere.

Most importantly, he gained confidence that his opponent was far from having a strength of over 10,000 jin and could not be killed by terrifying brute force.

In an instant, Qin Ming took the initiative, launching attacks first multiple times with astonishing sword intent. He exuded confidence, like a young master.

The golden-armored man was shaken. He was obsessed with swordsmanship and his skill was extremely high, but compared to the young man’s swordsmanship, it was nothing.

In the end, he forced his opponent to fight him with swords using brute force. However, his swordsmanship was far inferior to that of the young man, which made him resentful and ashamed. What kind of monster had he encountered?

The man in golden armor had high standards; he saw the aura of a master swordsman in Qin Ming, and calling him a young grandmaster wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

In the desert, countless yellow sands rose up, dancing with Qin Ming’s mutton-fat jade iron knife, driven by his sword intent, like waves churning here.

The desert in this area has transformed into a vast ocean, eventually evolving into a terrifying spectacle of crashing waves and towering sands. This is a kind of almost territorial power generated by a young master’s all-out effort.

The golden-armored man had no choice but to unleash his power, pushing the Heavenly Light Force to its limit to disrupt Qin Ming’s unique rhythm, nearly causing him to cough up blood.

The man in golden armor was also suffering. Once he unleashed his full power of Heavenly Light, blood would spurt from his severed arm, and he couldn’t control the wound.

Qin Ming staggered back a long way, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he flashed a bright smile and said, “You don’t seem as strong as I thought.”

Feeling insulted by being slighted by a novice youth, the golden-armored man unleashed his full power once more, wielding his greatsword and attempting to make physical contact with Qin Ming, directly colliding with him.

Boom!

In the desert, the night fog boiled, and sand and stones flew. In the life-or-death battle, the two were completely immersed in it, fighting for their lives.

Qin Ming was thrown six or seven meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His hands were also spasming, and the soft flesh between his fingers was torn apart.

His left hand was swollen and had a lot of bruising.

At the same time, he felt waves of pain in his right foot.

Just now, besides exchanging blows with his opponent using swords, he also had physical contact with him.

At that moment, Qin Ming thought he was going to die, worried that he would be torn apart by the opponent’s heavenly light. However, with a mindset of mutual destruction, his body was filled with the unified heavenly light energy, and when he clashed head-on with the opponent, he actually withstood it.

The golden-armored man was stunned. His aura, which could extend half a foot outward, was blocked by the aura on his body, which was capable of killing the boy’s flesh and blood.

His foot was in excruciating pain, and when he collided with his opponent, his own natural light did not have the advantage.

“Have you learned the incomplete Sky-Supporting Force, or perhaps you have mastered a little bit of the Tathagata Force?” His mind trembled, his eyes were fervent, and he longed for it immensely.

This is still a nascent youth, yet he was able to withstand the heavenly light impact from an outer saint like him. It’s unbelievable.

However, as he was hoping, he groaned again, quickly withdrew the light, and touched the severed arm a few times, as blood had just spurted out again.

Qin Ming coughed up blood, swayed as he stood up, and laughed, “The Heavenly Light Force of an Outer Saint is not as strong as I imagined; I can withstand it!”

He was highly motivated and displayed strong confidence.

“Are you insulting me?” The golden-armored youth’s voice was chilling, his hand holding the sword trembling. How could a young newcomer face him with such an attitude?

Qin Ming said, “Am I wrong? It seems that after only seven rebirths, the improvement in physical fitness and the blessing of the Heavenly Light from breaking through to the Outer Saint realm with the Great Elixir are far less powerful than I imagined. After all, I have already killed seven or eight Golden Thieves who have been reborn seven times.”

In Qin Ming’s view, this golden-armored man had only taken one more dose of a powerful medicine than the older gold thieves, barely enough to allow the light of day to shine out.

“Outer Saint, come, let’s fight to the death!” he shouted.

The golden-armored youth felt that he was being taken advantage of by calling him his nephew.

At this point, he no longer regarded this boy as an opponent in the early stages of his life, or even as a human being. The boy possessed the mysterious and terrifying Heavenly Light Force, which allowed him to withstand the attack of an Outer Saint, and he also had some of the divine essence of a Grandmaster of the Dao of the Sword. He was truly a monster.

“kill!”

The two fought a bloody battle, risking their lives.

Qin Ming completely disregarded his bleeding hand, focusing solely on relentlessly wielding his sword, attacking with superb and unpredictable swordsmanship, imbued with terrifying sword intent.

In addition, he would occasionally make physical contact with his opponent, using his Heavenly Light Force to fight head-on.

“That’s the essence of the earth?” The golden-armored man was shocked. The boy’s palm carried the essence of the earth. Wasn’t this a technique that only an Outer Saint could master?

He hasn’t even tried stepping into the realm of outer saints yet!

Qin Ming unleashed a series of Yellow Mud Palm strikes, causing the golden-armored man immense pain, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Without a doubt, Qin Ming’s combat power is strongest when he combines all the Heavenly Light Force and unleashes it fiercely, but the consumption is too great.

Right now, he chose the Yellow Mud Palm technique because it doesn’t consume as much energy, especially after absorbing the strange stone formed from the essence of the earth vein. The power of this palm technique is terrifying.

Whenever the golden-armored man was about to engage in a bloody battle, Qin Ming would switch to the Heavenly Light Force, which was now a unified force, and unleash its full power to directly clash with the opponent to the bitter end.

He could predict when his opponent would use all his strength, because whenever the man in golden armor fought desperately, blood would spurt from his severed arm.

The golden-armored man had never felt so frustrated. He had actually fought to this point with a teenager who was just starting out. It was a battle that made him extremely uncomfortable.

In theory, as an Outer Saint, he could annihilate his opponent with a single sword strike, and could instantly tear apart the flesh and blood of a young man’s entire body with the Heavenly Light Force.

But now, his greatsword could not cut the boy, and his palm could not penetrate the opponent’s strange Heavenly Light Force.

He felt at a loss, and he himself was already covered in wounds.

At this moment, the golden-armored man’s face turned deathly pale. After several all-out battles, countless drops of blood and essence had gushed from his severed arm.

He realized something was terribly wrong, but the boy had gritted his teeth and persevered until now, and seemed to be gradually gaining the upper hand.

“He might actually possess a fragment of the Tathagata Force or the Sky-Supporting Force, and he’s been dragging me along until now, while I’ve lost too much blood and am about to collapse.”

With a clang, the greatsword in the golden-armored man’s hand broke completely in two. If it weren’t for the heavenly light that filled him, it would have been shattered by the mutton-fat jade iron knife long ago.

“This…” The golden-armored man had the urge to retreat. As an outer saint, he was actually flustered and somewhat afraid of fighting.

“Kill!” Despite coughing up blood, Qin Ming still charged forward with his sword, his body surging with heavenly energy, maintaining an unparalleled fighting spirit.

“puff!”

Moments later, the golden-armored man’s left arm was severed!

“Ah…” He let out a shrill scream, finding it hard to believe that he would ultimately be the loser.

Qin Ming was also about to give up. Even though his opponent had only taken one more dose of medicine than the Golden Thief, he was still a master of a different level.

He swung his sword one last time, and with a soft thud, severed the golden-armored man’s head. Then he himself fell backward onto the yellow sand.

Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body, Qin Ming laughed. He had actually succeeded in slaying a Saint!