Night Without End
Chapter 147 - 95: Saint Slayer

Chapter 147: Chapter 95: Saint Slayer

The night fog surged violently, and Qin Ming had never expected himself to become a "fallen bird". His smile disappeared, his face completely frozen.

Below, the Golden Armor Guard was grinning, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth, as though all the smiles had transferred to him, growing more and more brilliant.

"Haha..." Holding the Large Sword, he stomped and shattered the yellow sands, his whole body radiating Heavenly Light like a speeding meteor destined to shatter mountains!

Clearly, he wished nothing more than to cleave the young man into two with a single sword strike, aimed to take his arm before they even made contact.

He leaped into the air, his golden armor clanging, Golden Radiance shining in all directions, his entire being like a Fierce Sun aiming to burn away the pitch-black night fog, the Large Sword in his hand slashing through like lightning.

With a puff, the black Raptor was blown to pieces by his strike, Heavenly Light tearing through its flesh and blood, blood-stained feathers falling.

Qin Ming had bolted from the bird’s back in advance, unfolding wings like clothing resembling bat wings, emulating Ge Qianxun. Despite being close to the ground, he still used it.

At the very least, his gliding out was incredibly fast, stunning the Outer Saint on the ground, who had to once again sprint to chase after him.

With a thud, Qin Ming crashed into the soft sand, creating a huge pit, dust and sand erupting. With Heavenly Light Protection, he was unharmed.

"Keep running!" the Golden Armor Guard appeared, his expression cold. His right arm was barely intact, completely crushed by the Black Gold Hammer, those fragments of bone and flesh impossible to reattach.

Therefore, his hatred for the young man ahead was immense.

Qin Ming’s expression was extremely grave, facing an Outer Saint alone made him apprehensive.

Had it been any other Newcomer standing here, they would have completely despaired. How could they possibly fight back?

The Golden Armor Guard, Large Sword in his left hand, slowly advanced, imposing a strong sense of oppression.

He was young, a man in his twenties, with sharp features and piercing eyes.

Boom!

He stomped the ground fiercely, the force great enough to stir up a sandstorm. He appeared before Qin Ming and slashed down with his sword.

Qin Ming didn’t try to meet the strike head-on, swiftly dodging it.

The Golden Armor Guard swung at the air, spinning halfway around, then kicked out, sweeping toward the young man in the sandy ground. The power of this kick could flip an elephant, spilling its guts.

Qin Ming was in disarray, appearing panicked, not even having time to remove his sheath, directly blocking the youth’s Heavenly Light-emitting left leg with it.

A cold smile appeared on the Golden Armor Guard’s lips – such an easy target... no, he suddenly shuddered violently, coming to a realization.

It was this "easy target" who had killed the woman in black and caused him to permanently lose his right arm not too long ago.

He lived up to the name of an Outer Saint, even as his leg swung out, he managed to retract it at the last moment, and he swept across with his golden sword instead.

Intense light burst from Qin Ming’s hand, the scabbard shattered, and the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade clashed with the Large Sword, sparks flying, the clashing sound extremely harsh.

The Golden Armor Guard broke out in a cold sweat, hastily retreating several steps, calming his mind. It had been truly dangerous. If he hadn’t retracted his leg just now, today would have ended in complete tragedy!

Qin Ming felt immense regret; he was so close to chopping off the opponent’s leg with his treasure sword. Victory and defeat indeed lay within a moment.

He realized that his Outer Heaven Flying Hammer had left a psychological shadow on the Golden Armor Guard, so the opponent became extremely cautious.

Qin Ming felt a stifling sensation in his chest, the shock causing him to continually step back, his hands numb from holding the sword as the blood inside him roiled violently.

He finally understood what it was like to be completely overpowered by brute force.

The Golden armored man glanced at the notch on his own sword, his face darkened, wary of this Newcomer stage youth with extreme caution.

He had to be wary; after the opponent had smashed his arm, he had targeted his left leg, almost succeeding!

Afterward, his gaze heated up again – the young man was holding a Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade in his hand; he wanted to take this trophy of war.

Neither spoke, words were pale in comparison, wishing only to kill the other at this moment.

A fierce wind erupted, the night fog became like a breached dam, bringing a vast amount of yellow sand into the air as both parties made their move.

Clang, Qin Ming staggered backwards several meters, almost collapsing to the ground, his hands painfully vibrating, slightly bleeding around the webbing of his fingers.

The Golden armored youth strode forward, his face cold as ice. With another terrible notch appearing on his sword, he found it unbearable – he couldn’t bisect his opponent with a single strike, couldn’t even force the other to let go of the Jade Iron Blade.

Qin Ming moved his wrists in the sand, showing an odd expression. Had this youth just barely entered the Outer Saint Domain? The gap between them didn’t seem that vast.

At the very least, he had managed to take two strikes!

"Had you rebirthed seven times before stepping into the Outer Saint Domain?" Qin Ming asked, holding the Jade Iron Blade towards his opponent.

After hearing this, the Golden armored youth’s eyes shot out a chilling light; did this young man think he wasn’t strong enough? It must be mockery.

He charged forward, swinging his Large Sword repeatedly.

Qin Ming wasn’t mocking him; he just wanted to ascertain one thing: how big was the gap between himself and an Outer Saint?

Now, as he tested his skills, he preliminarily verified that the opponent did not have an absolute advantage in power over him.

The two of them exchanged blows quickly, and Qin Ming was repeatedly forced back. Though he stumbled, he ultimately remained steady, his fingertips slightly damaged, blood trickling, but he could still hold on.

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