"Kill!" The disciples of the Mingtian Cult were enraged by their disdain and ignorance.
Ming Zhitian did not use divine-level martial arts, but instead relied solely on his fist energy, breaking through all forces with sheer power.
Just as Ming Zhitian was engrossed in exploring the depths of his fist techniques and not exerting his full strength, Yin Qianzhen was captured by a Mingtian Cult disciple.
"Let me go! Help!"
Seeing that she was about to be killed with a single blow, Ming Zhitian's fist wind howled! One punch exploded the attacker's head. With his head gone, the attacker's hand still clutched the large saber. He staggered forward two steps, raised the saber, took another two steps, but it was ultimately too late. He collapsed directly.
A "fast, accurate, ruthless" punch. Ming Zhitian once again realized that this was an eternal and unchanging theorem. With the "Three Word Secret" at his command, he was invincible.
Until all nine men fell one by one, Ming Zhitian deliberately left one alive, but also crippled one of his arms.
"Speak, why are there so many Mingtian Cult members stationed here?"
The Mingtian Cult disciple said, "I won't tell you!"
Ming Zhitian's lips curved slightly. With a "snap!" sound, he broke the man's other arm.
The man screamed in agony, his breathing labored and difficult: "Hoo... I'll tell... I'll tell! This is a small branch of the Mingtian Cult, subordinate to one of the Three Young Masters of the Mingtian Cult."
Ming Zhitian asked, "How many more teams like this are lurking around here?"
The Mingtian Cult disciple said, "You must have already eliminated two teams before you came. There are four or five more."
"Snap!" Ming Zhitian directly twisted off his head.
Blood splattered, and Yin Qianzhen cried out, covering her face: "You are too cruel! He told you everything you wanted to know, why did you still kill him?"
Ming Zhitian looked at her with disdain. Yin Qianzhen felt uneasy all over: "You... what are you looking at?"
Ming Zhitian confirmed her mind was intact and said, "I say, Miss, is this your first time venturing out? Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Didn't your teacher teach you that?"
Yin Qianzhen truly said, "No, my teacher only taught me the Four Books and Five Classics."
"............"
After the battle just now, Ming Zhitian felt his fist techniques had advanced considerably.
Ming Zhitian said, "Little rabbit, I saved your life again, what do you say?"
Yin Qianzhen was still a bit proud, her voice faint, almost inaudible even to herself, "Thank you."
Ming Zhitian, with his sharp ears, pretended not to hear clearly: "I didn't hear you."
Yin Qianzhen cleared her throat: "Thank you!"
Ming Zhitian enjoyed dealing with this spoiled princess syndrome.
Ming Zhitian said to Yin Qianzhen, "Wait for me here. I'll come to you after I deal with them."
Yin Qianzhen stammered, "Who's waiting for you? Why should I wait for you? I have other things to do. I need to collect something, the 'Drooping Mourning Bell,' yes, I need to go collect that."
Ming Zhitian said coldly and mercilessly, "Stay put if you don't want to die."
Yin Qianzhen gulped. Ming Zhitian had already left. She grumbled, "Why so fierce? Aren't you just relying on your divine-grade artifact? Hmph, if I hadn't been cultivating alchemy since childhood and neglected my cultivation, how would I allow you to act so arrogantly in front of this lady?"
Ming Zhitian utilized the "Imperial Artifact Technique" to its extreme, shaking a large area, intending to force out the surrounding Mingtian Cult disciples and capture them all in one net.
As expected, after Ming Zhitian's continuous harassment, the Mingtian Cult disciple teams from all directions converged.
Forty people surrounded Ming Zhitian: "Kid, you walk into hell when there's no path to heaven!"
Ming Zhitian picked his ear: "How come I seem to have heard these lines somewhere before?"
"Take your life!"
The forty men rushed forward, and Ming Zhitian unleashed a move: "Four-Harmony Star Dragon Yao Flower Halberd Technique!"