bestfiction Chapter 229
Chapter 229
There was no time for him to hesitate.
A piercing scream erupted from the audience directly below the chandelier. Several ladies were terrified, their faces pale with fright. Even the quickest to react could only manage to cover their heads with their hands and bend over.
Zhong Ming leaped with all his might, kicking a large hole in the floor beneath his feet. He flew towards the giant chandelier, twisting his body in mid-air.
Originally, he wanted to save the large lamp, so he threw himself and the lamp onto the empty display platform in front of him. There was nothing of "value" there except for the guards who instinctively ran away to protect the exhibits and the female host who was dragged away with them.
But when he saw the situation clearly, he suddenly noticed that at the very top of the chandelier, a man in black was standing on the broken hanging rope of the chandelier. He was wearing a black tiger mask, and his slender figure and thin black clothes made the clothes flutter loudly on him.
Above, numerous array plates protected the blasted opening, and a hazy blue light completely obscured the cracks in the ceiling, like a corner of the sky. The array plates floated in the air and rotated continuously.
The man was still holding a formation plate in his hand, which he hadn't yet used.
Although Zhong Ming couldn't see his face clearly, he was certain that the other person was staring at him coldly.
Zhong Ming immediately changed his posture, stretched his legs forward, and launched a flying kick, sending the chandelier flying towards the intended location. Using the recoil, he quickly moved closer to the person, took out the Cold Breath and swung it at the enemy.
The man paid no attention to Zhong Ming. In the blink of an eye, Zhong Ming felt a chilling killing intent and reflexively poured all his spiritual power into the tortoise shell armor.
With a loud "boom," his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall behind the exhibition stand.
Excruciating pain, excruciating pain that tears your heart apart.
The surrounding gale told him that he was hurtling forward at an extremely high speed.
It felt like my face was being cut with a knife.
But his mind was racing, and he didn't care about how to reduce the impact. He didn't move, which made the already anxious man in black think that this overconfident man had been killed by his attack. He ignored Zhong Ming and instead stroked the array plate, muttering incantations as he activated another array.
In a very short time, Zhong Ming made an extremely desperate choice. He gathered his remaining spiritual power, opened the storage stone, and took out the mother-and-child sword.
At this moment, he was flying too fast, and even the sword control technique could not make the sword fly there quickly.
Zhong Ming's choice is.....
Since I've already been sent flying, let the flying backwards be even more intense!
He released his grip, and the longsword quickly reached his knees.
He bent his knees, exerted his strength, and kicked hard at the longsword.
Zhong Ming was sent flying backward at an even faster speed, while the mother and child swords rushed towards the enemy with the force of thunder.
Before the mother and child swords attacked, several crossbow bolts shot from the second floor attracted most of the enemy's attention. The rain of arrows was so powerful that when the man noticed Zhong Ming's side, just before the new formation was completed, a snow-white longsword successfully pierced the still unhealed formation through the crack.
"Hmm?" The man in black didn't pay much attention. Judging from the power, it seemed to be just a weak attack from a Qi Refining stage cultivator.
The man moved slightly, the dark jade pendant at his waist swayed, and a stream of light enveloped his body, preparing to take the blow head-on.
The next moment, the mother and child swords flew past him.
A true master can tell an opponent's strength and the outcome of a fight with just one exchange. Zhong Ming knew perfectly well that his opponent was a cultivator many realms above him.
How could I possibly be aiming to kill him?
A single sword strike pierced through, instantly shattering a rotating array plate.
"Not good." The man cursed under his breath, dropped the array plate, and ran away.
The next moment, a terrifying wave emanated from the ceiling, and an indescribable pressure permeated the auction hall below. The chaotic scene in the audience, which was originally filled with screams, curses, and running sounds, was instantly silenced. Everyone's mind went blank, and the extreme fear made them abandon even the instinct to think.
"How dare you disrupt my event?" An aged voice, filled with barely suppressed rage, echoed throughout the venue.
Without hesitation, the man in black bit down hard, drawing blood from his tongue. A drop of blood ignited the moment it flowed from the wound. He stretched out his body into a "T" shape, remaining still for about a breath. Just as the guardian's divine sense broke through the incomplete array and penetrated the area, the black figure... exploded.
His flesh and blood vanished into thin air, followed by his internal organs and bones. A ring floated in the empty black clothes, its gemstone dazzlingly bright... especially during the explosion, it shone so brightly that it was blinding.
At the same time, a violent explosion occurred in the ceiling, and a tall figure fell down, his long gray beard fluttering in the wind. He glared fiercely around, his divine sense sweeping back and forth over the people crawling around him several times, his face gloomy.
"No one is leaving until the investigation is completed today. Those three guys over there have blocked the entrance."
All of this happened so fast. Yue Kaishan had only peeked out from the second-floor private room, and Xuan Jing hadn't even had time to come over when they heard an order that brooked no refusal.
The same thought crossed their minds at the same time: if they dared to refuse, they would be blasted to ashes in the next second.
"Golden Core..." Xuan Jing squeezed out the words through gritted teeth. This was the suppression of a great cultivator's realm; it was truly terrifying.
He tossed out several spirit pet pouches, and a three-tailed demon tiger instantly appeared at the exit. It was ten feet tall and three feet long, majestic and imposing, exhaling foul odors as it looked down disdainfully at the rows of mortals.
Those generals, high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, socialites... at this moment, they don't even qualify to be food.
On the other side, a gray, long-haired ape was tossed onto the edge of the display stand.
"Go, detain that kid and make him work."
.....
Zhong Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his bones were broken. If you asked which bone... his answer would be all of them.
My whole body was in excruciating pain; my blood vessels felt like they were on fire, and I didn't know how many places they had ruptured.
His body was stuck and he couldn't move at all. He struggled to open his eyes and vaguely saw a humanoid creature moving in front of him.
He seemed to want to say something, his mouth slightly open.
If he knew what would happen next, he would never open his mouth.
The gray-haired ape scratched its armpit, pulled out a clump of something from deep within its long fur, and stuffed it into Zhong Ming's mouth.