Ming Zhitian glanced without looking, "Do you think you're still eighteen or twenty-two? Old woman."
Old Buddha is dead, Wang Tianci's revenge is finally avenged, and he can rest in peace.
In the mountains, Ming Zhitian suddenly felt the aura of many martial arts masters spreading around.
"Swish swish swish... Swish..."
Someone shouted, "Found him, he's here!"
Ming Zhitian had no intention of escaping. He wanted to see who wanted his life. Rather than endless trouble, it was better to resolve it here and eliminate future troubles.
Soon, countless people surrounded Ming Zhitian.
They were dressed in various ways, and without any further ado, they rushed forward!
Ming Zhitian swept his gaze and murmured, "Two hundred mid-stage Minor Heavenly Cycles?"
Dozens of people descended from the sky, blocking out the sunlight. Ming Zhitian quickly threw dozens of punches: "Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
The speed was too fast, like the eve of a storm. Dozens of Heavenly Ascent martial artists were sent flying and died instantly.
Some crashed into rocks, some fell off cliffs, and some got stuck in rock crevices.
A middle-aged man at the forefront roared, "Not good! The intel is wrong, this person is at the peak of Martial God! Quickly! Retreat!"
"Noisy."
Before the leader could hear who spoke, he was knocked dizzy with a single punch. He flew into the crowd like a mountain and sea, causing innocent bystanders to be caught in the crossfire and crushed to death.
Seeing this, although everyone present was a Heavenly Ascent martial arts master, to survive in front of a peak Martial God, they had to flee quickly!
Peak Martial God had always been a legend, with no more than five individuals in the entire world, all of whom were reclusive or in seclusion.
Ming Zhitian did not pursue them to the death, but he still gave them a warning. He stomped his foot! The ground shook, and dozens of martial artists were crushed to death by a shockwave from behind them.
The remaining less than a hundred people were terrified. Ming Zhitian flew forward, grabbed one person at random, and asked, "Tell me, who wants me dead?"
The man trembled, almost stunned, and quickly told the truth, "We are the Golden Guards of the Qingkong family. Please spare me, I have elders and young ones... and..."
"Scram." Ming Zhitian casually threw him away.
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly, "Qingkong family? It's you again. Good, very good."
Qingkong Yuezhang learned the news that the five hundred Zhongtian martial arts masters sent out had all perished, and half of the two hundred Golden Guards, the backbone of the Qingkong family, had been lost. He was beside himself.
Just as Qingkong Yuezhang was recovering, suddenly, the entire villa lit up.
It turned out that Ming Zhitian had ripped off the roof of the entire villa. He stood high on the seven-story broken wall, looking down at Qingkong Yuezhang in the study.
Everyone rushed over, including the wounded Azure Dragon Eight Constellations and many masters from the Qingkong family's Golden Guards.
Qingkong Lanxi looked worriedly at her father, who kept frowning, and then looked up at the man standing at the top.
"Ming... Zhitian!" Qingkong Yuezhang was furious.
He then said, "First you killed my son, then you killed so many of my people, and now you've intruded into my territory. You're quite something."
Ming Zhitian showed no excessive emotion, only disdain, "If others do not offend me, I do not offend them. If others offend me, I will kill them!"
"Boom! Ah! Wooah! Er!!"
As Ming Zhitian disappeared, screams followed, and then the sound of impact, "Bang bang bang..."
When Ming Zhitian reappeared, except for the Azure Dragon Eight Constellations, two-thirds of the other masters present were sent flying by Ming Zhitian and embedded in the thick walls.