Night Without End

Chapter 1385 - 583: Peerless and Aloof (Part 2)

"Are you Wen Dao?" Qin Ming asked.

He hadn’t forgotten an old account. Back then, during a sword fight in the sky, he was supposed to go to a Tao Flower for cultivation after ranking first, but someone intercepted it.

Unexpectedly, it was this person.

Although originally he wouldn’t have gone, as he didn’t want Tao Chains restraining him.

However, before he made his stance clear, someone snatched his opportunity, which left him uncomfortable.

The New List hinted that he was a Saint jointly promoted by various Old Mountains in the sky.

From this perspective, Wen Dao had a strong backing; otherwise, he wouldn’t have won.

"Indeed, it is me." Wen Dao smiled back, thinking that after knowing his identity and his extensive connections, the other party would be somewhat apprehensive and give him face.

The next words from Qin Ming made his hair stand on end.

"You just quietly approached, revealing a strand of murderous intent, showing hostility towards me. Do you want to join in?"

Wen Dao was alert; the other party was provoking, with no intention of letting things slide, even wanting to take down an unexpectedly involved Saint like him?

He suspected this was a strong person from the Outer Domain; otherwise, why dare to act so arrogantly, with such targeted aggression?

Wen Dao remained guarded and said in a deep voice, "Taoist, you misunderstood."

Qin Ming walked through the night sky, pressing forward, "I’m a person who distinguishes clearly between gratitude and grudges. If you want to get involved in this battle, then make your move. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance."

The crowd was in an uproar; another Saint wanted to get involved.

Tonight, many who came to watch the excitement felt it was worthwhile, their hearts were stirring. Was another "Holy War" about to begin?

"Wen Dao wouldn’t want to follow in Wei Shouzhen’s footsteps, would he?"

"Unlikely, he is here in person, his flesh and blood carrying the entire Pure Yang Consciousness."

Because of this, outsiders were very much looking forward, thinking Wen Dao might force out the opponent’s foundation, to find out what this otherworldly being was.

Qin Ming said, "A small punishment as a big warning."

Wen Dao’s face changed; he realized things couldn’t end well today. He had already lowered his posture as much as possible, but still couldn’t avoid participating.

He sincerely couldn’t figure out what the background of his opponent was, a true madman who dared to confront two Saints consecutively.

In the rear, the Grandmaster who once intercepted his way was very anxious, secretly blaming Wen Dao for being a bit reckless, going up as if to join the fun, causing trouble.

He wanted to intervene but stopped short.

He worried that once he went up to dissuade, there would be no return.

"Taoist, is it really necessary?" Wen Dao maintained the last shred of dignity, displaying the composed demeanor of a Saint.

Qin Ming didn’t speak, walking forward, the night fog exploding, fierce gusts of wind surging, the entire night sky trembling slightly, as if he were a God and Demon descending to the world.

Wen Dao saw this and acted very decisively, shaking his sleeve to release five wooden men he had prepared in advance, which fell into the night sky and grew rapidly with the wind, each transforming into giants.

These wooden figures were war weapons, activated to have Grandmaster-level strength, and formed a Five Elements Battle Formation to hunt the opponent in the arena.

As for Wen Dao himself, he retreated decisively at high speed, not wanting to risk it.

Qin Ming immediately realized that this guy, appearing calm and composed with the demeanor of a strongman, was actually slippery, escaping when danger appeared.

He thought of the Five-Colored Beast from the Totem Camp, which had a powerful mouth, but when it came to serious matters, would run faster than anyone at the slightest hint of trouble.

Qin Ming followed up, saying he would punish, how could he make empty promises?

The five wooden giants glowed, releasing the Five Elements Power, trying to suppress Qin Ming with the Five-Colored Divine Light Array, at least to hinder him momentarily.

In the night sky, the giants corresponding to gold, wood, water, fire, and earth ascended with towering radiance and transformed into a barrier-like light curtain, enveloping the target.

In an instant, the night roared, violently and unceasingly turbulent.

Qin Ming was well-versed in the Five Elements, having gained insights from the Nanming Fire Separation Scripture, Earth Virtue Scripture, and other Five Great Secret Scriptures, and had refined the Five Elements Sacred Slaughter, possessing profound experience in this field.

However, he didn’t use Five Elements methods to break the formation.

Under his feet appeared a Primordial Element Golden Bridge, as if it could reach the other shore in an instant, piercing through the five-colored barrier, spanning across the area.

This was the result of months of enlightenment, where in moments of spiritual clarity, he beheld an Immortal Bridge capable of carrying consciousness and overlooking the path, and now it manifested in an alternative way in reality, constructed with the Primordial Element Heavenly Light of the Grandmaster Domain.

Wen Dao’s pupils contracted, even this couldn’t stop the opponent?

His hands changed mysteriously, continuously forming Magic Seals, and in an instant displayed Eight Great Dharma Forms, doing his utmost.

However, on the Primordial Element Golden Bridge, as if ignoring space, Qin Ming strode to the distant sky and appeared before him.

Facing Wen Dao’s Magic Seals and his Eight Great Dharma Forms, Qin Ming’s right fist glittered, surrounded by dazzling symbols, and directly punched forward.

The so-called one punch breaking all laws was not empty talk; at a certain level, even seemingly most primitive methods could be terrifying.

Qin Ming, having ascended to the Grandmaster Realm, his thunderous strike naturally carried the power of three collective practices.

Dazzling light burst forth, and the thick clouds in the high sky were blown apart.

Wen Dao’s expression drastically changed; he already knew he wasn’t a match for this person. A loud clatter, a Magic Chain was sacrificed, and he used it to counter the opponent.

Qin Ming silently opened the Broken Cloth Space, the golden silk parasol hardly had time to wake up before being "tattooed" again, feeling annoyed.

"Dragged me into the water again!"

Having been refined through trials, it finally emerged fresh and elegant from the Blood Forest, only to be involuntarily "heavily adorned with makeup" and tattooed again today.