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Chapter 831 - 631 Five-headed Demi-god_1

Chapter 831: Chapter 631 Five-headed Demi-god_1

The group of Silver Soldiers and the remaining Silver Monsters on the ground all ceased and retreated. They understood that there was no place for them to intervene anymore.

In the distance, the crowd from the Hundred Clans Settlement surged like a tide. Su Yu, Qin Jiagui, and Qing Huang were also squeezed among the masses. Qing Huang, gazing far at the sudden arrival of the five discs and their occupants, muttered, "Truly terrifying, the Silver Empire..."

She could clearly feel the dreadful aura emanating from the five discs above, as if each entity’s power surpassed even that of Wu Yu and the other four strongest members of the Phoenix Clan.

This contrast made Qing Huang even more sorrowfully realize that the Phoenix Clan was thoroughly in decline.

The five silver discs descended, and five overwhelming auras pressed down, all targeting Qi Ming.

Qi Ming’s body shook, and his face showed a strained expression, as the Netherworld Sword in his right hand trembled continuously.

Yet his eyes were still filled with fearlessness. He bravely met the gaze of the existences atop the silver discs in the sky.

Among the five silver discs, the one facing Qi Ming held a young man aloft.

Although he looked like a neatly dressed young man in white, probably no older than twenty, Qi Ming could tell from his profound gaze that his true age was likely not as young as his appearance suggested.

This young man in white had his hands clasped behind his back. That sharp command to "retreat" had come from him. In fact, on the five discs, except for him standing, the other four were seated, all appearing indolently as if they were simply there to watch the excitement.

"Qi, how much longer are you going to stand there looking cool? You were clamoring to act at first, and we all stepped back to let you take the stage, but now you’re just standing there posing? If you’re scared, let me do it." The speaker was a middle-aged man with a crew cut, wearing odd leather clothes, who said lazily while making a show of standing up from the silver disc.

The young man known as "Qi" snorted and replied, "Enough with your nonsense. I’m just assessing whether this guy is worth my Lord Qi’s serious effort."

The crew-cut middle-aged man laughed and asked, "Well, how’s your assessment?"

A smile suddenly appeared on the young man’s face. "I’ve assessed it. He is a worthy opponent. None of you are allowed to intervene... because I’ll... personally bite him to death!" As he spoke, his left hand fumbled on his body, and after a while, he actually pulled out a lighter.

Indeed, it was an ordinary-looking lighter. Qi Ming, standing on top of the Silver Train, furrowed his brows slightly. The Netherworld Sword in his right hand flashed erratically with dark light as he coldly regarded the young man named Qi, who seemed somewhat eccentric.

With a "click," the young man lit the lighter, the small flame casting an eerie light upon his face. Through the flame, he stared at Qi Ming below and softly said, "You... are already a dead man."

As soon as he finished speaking, he blew a breath of air onto the lighter. In an instant, a "whoosh" sounded as though fuel had been sprayed on a flame, turning the fire into a terrifying column of fire that surged downward, threatening to engulf Qi Ming.

It seemed as though Qi Ming couldn’t dodge in time—flames enveloped him in a flash. The young man chuckled, "That’s way too weak..."

But right then, a voice behind him said indifferently, "A boring trick." A longsword with dark light swirling around it swung at him.

"Qi, the thing you just burned was clearly the afterimage left behind by your opponent’s high-speed evasion, and even that fooled you? The guy has already circled behind you. Qi, if you don’t get serious, we might really have to step in," said the crew-cut middle-aged man, still lazily, seemingly unconcerned for the young man’s safety.

Qi Ming’s Netherworld Sword lashed out, and suddenly with a "clang," it was blocked by a scabbard.

Qi Ming frowned. Indeed, he hadn’t seen a sword on the young man’s person before. The sword had appeared out of thin air, blocking his Netherworld Sword.

The young man twisted his head around, gave Qi Ming a grinning smile, put away the lighter, and said, "Not bad at all, beyond my Lord Qi’s expectations." Then with his other hand, he drew the sword from its scabbard.

With a whoosh, Qi Ming’s figure flickered, and the Netherworld Sword clashed once more with the sword that had just been unsheathed.

This time, Qi Ming put his full strength into the move. The Netherworld Sword erupted with a black sword glow. The young man let out a muffled grunt as he tumbled away, and Qi Ming’s sword had struck precisely where he had been standing atop the silver disc.

The disc cracked in half with a "crack," and the other four sitting on the discs let out a soft gasp in unison. Qi Ming transformed into a bolt of black lightning. He stomped forcefully on the split disc, and like a cannonball, he hurtled toward the young man who had just been thrown off.

The young man crashed heavily to the ground, creating a thunderous roar that demolished a building. As he was just shaking his head and had not risen to his feet yet, Qi Ming, carrying a piercing cry, descended from above with both hands on the Netherworld Sword, and a thunderous roar escaped his mouth.

"Netherworld King Slash—"

A roar erupted, and the Netherworld Sword shot up a black glow tens of meters high, a strike that seemed to tear through the very fabric of the void, so powerful it was terrifying to behold.

"God Technique..." Ada, perched on Su Yu’s shoulder, his eyes shone brightly, said, "This is a true demi-god ability, such formidable power."

The other four people on the platforms all stood up, their faces displaying a shocked expression. Although they knew Qi Ming was strong, they had not anticipated him to be so powerful.

The young man, who had just crashed into a building and struggled to raise his head, was stunned when he saw the might of Qi Ming’s strike. He could never have imagined that Qi Ming’s first move would be such a thunderous and overwhelming one, the strongest killing move, right from the start. Under this sword, the young man felt an inexplicable fear and suddenly understood that he could not block it.

Close combat was never his strength, and he finally realized he had been too careless, too arrogant—the result being defeat and demise.

Terror enveloped the young man’s face in an instant, while the four people on the platforms behind him almost stood up together, two of them making their moves at the same time.

The middle-aged man with a crew cut let out a low roar. His attack was very simple, clasping his fists together, and he hurled them towards the emptiness above.

The name of his skill was likewise very common, "Divine Fist Invincible."

He was far away from Qi Ming, who was diving straight down, at least two hundred meters apart, but when his fists were thrown into the void and reappeared, they were directly above Qi Ming’s head.

Divine Fist Invincible, with its earth-shattering force, could shatter the heavens and destroy the earth. Even Qi Ming felt that if this pair of fists were to hit, not only would his head be pulverized in an instant, but even every inch of his skin would not remain intact.

The crew cut middle-aged man’s Divine Fist strike was as powerful as his "Netherworld King Slash."

Without a doubt, this was another demi-god technique on par with the "Netherworld King Slash."

Qi Ming’s face tightened as four people in the sky made their moves, including the crew cut middle-aged man and a woman in white.

Bathed in the light of the red moon, her white garment glowed with a faint red hue. The woman in white beckoned with her hands, and suddenly a continuous sound of "pop pop pop" could be heard. Before Qi Ming understood what was happening, his surroundings filled with popping and cracking sounds. He was originally plunging headfirst but suddenly stiffened and became frozen mid-air.

In the void, an enormous iceberg appeared from nowhere, instantly descending and freezing Qi Ming in place. The crew cut middle-aged man laughed and hurriedly withdrew his fists; otherwise, even his fists would have been frozen inside the ice.

"Ice Woman, give a heads-up before you act, don’t involve bystanders..." the middle-aged man chuckled, but his laughter abruptly ceased because the iceberg that had frozen Qi Ming suddenly cracked and burst open. Qi Ming, who had been trapped only a moment ago, broke free once again, and his Netherworld Sword was thrust out.

The Netherworld Sword slipped from his grip, transforming into a black dragon that instantly targeted the woman in white mid-air.

Capability to summon icebergs out of thin air made the Ice Woman a major threat in Qi Ming’s eyes; his first reflex was to eliminate her as a priority.

The Ice Woman’s pretty face tensed, and the crew cut middle-aged man stepped diagonally, using "Divine Fist Invincible" to block the soaring Netherworld Sword, but Qi Ming’s figure had already silently appeared behind the Ice Woman unexpectedly.

The Ice Woman excelled at long-range attacks, but when it came to close quarters combat, she was not even on par with the young man named Shen who had just fought.

Qi Ming stretched out his hands, aiming to pluck the Ice Woman’s head off instantly, but he suddenly grunted, having taken two hits.

The other two individuals on the platforms finally took action.

One was an old man with white hair, and the other a man in his thirties with a short beard. Both of their moves were simple: they just thrust out their palms, and with that, sent Qi Ming, who was about to strike at the Ice Woman, flying.

Blood seeped from the corner of Qi Ming’s mouth. The two seemingly ordinary palms contained such energy that a regular Silver Soldier would have exploded into a mist of blood in an instant. Only a demi-god like Qi Ming could barely withstand it.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Qi Ming let out a furious roar. In one-on-one combat, he would not lose to anyone and could even firmly suppress them, but faced with their simultaneous attack, even someone as strong as Qi Ming was no match.

Even though Qi Ming was a demi-god, he saw that all five of them had also reached the realm of demi-gods.

Qi Ming crashed down heavily, and what awaited him below was a giant ghost fox with three tails.

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