Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

"I don't care who you are. Anyone who dares to defy the Law Enforcement Hall is disrespecting the Holy Alliance's authority. Now I'll give you two options: submit or die!"

Qin Tian's voice was hoarse, like a beast's low growl. Powerful Qi surged from his body, causing his gray robe to flutter fiercely. The overwhelming momentum turned into a mighty river, pressing down on Chu Ming.

"Enough talking. I also want to see the strength of a Saint Envoy!"

Chu Ming's expression was serene. He stepped forward with his right foot, a faint red glow emanating from his body. His white robe fluttered suddenly. The surrounding crowd was forced to retreat over ten meters by their combined aura, faces filled with panic.

No one had anticipated that the situation would escalate like this. Chu Ming actually had the courage to provoke the Qin Celestial Saint Envoy, whose status in the Saint Tribe was transcendent, his word absolute. This was the first time in over ten years he had been challenged.

"Chu Ming, you're certainly dead this time!"

Qin Huan's gaze was cold, filled with satisfaction as he looked at Chu Ming. Although he couldn't kill Chu Ming personally, the thought of watching Chu Ming die miserably alleviated much of his anger.

"Ignorant child, take my fist!"

Boom!

Qin Tian roared deeply, raising his rough arm abruptly. His right hand clenched tightly into a fist, a black force surged like a collapsing mountain, striking towards Chu Ming with the speed of lightning!

Whoosh!

Chu Ming neither dodged nor flinched. His body leaned back, and he punched forward as well. Red light roared like a dragon as Desolate Power erupted from within, blasting the air in front of him.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

The sounds of fierce collisions rang out as neither of them dodged. Both adopted the most violent and primitive methods to clash. The scene filled instantly with numerous fist shadows; the air surrounding them turned to white mist, dispersing everywhere.

The raging Powerful Qi rampaged, casting stone slabs from the ground into the air. Under the pressure of their aura, the crowd was forced to retreat another dozen meters, faces full of terror, watching the two phantom figures in the arena.

"How is this possible!?"

Qin Huan's cold smile gradually froze. In his imagination, Qin Tian would defeat Chu Ming effortlessly. Unexpectedly, the current situation showed that they were evenly matched.

During their entanglement, Qin Tian's heart sank increasingly. Chu Ming's Body Refining Power was by no means inferior to his own. Chu Ming's Fist Force was incredibly peculiar, containing a strong power that was gradually eroding his meridians and paralyzing his muscles, making his reactions slower.

To resolve the fight quickly, Qin Tian punched Chu Ming away and withdrew. A terrifying black vortex of Fist Force transformed into a black dragon, thrashing towards Chu Ming.

"Black Vortex Killing Fist!"

Boom!

Qin Tian charged aggressively. At this moment, Chu Ming realized he didn't have any usable Fist Technique or Palm Technique. "Gale Palm" and "Blood Killing Fist," though decent, were now insignificant to him.

Forced to retreat temporarily, Chu Ming used Lightweight Skill and appeared behind Qin Tian in an instant. His right hand punched out, spreading red light. Qin Tian felt a chill in his heart; Chu Ming's movement speed far exceeded his expectations.

Bang!

In haste, Qin Tian's left hand turned into a black fist shadow. His left arm clashed directly with Chu Ming's Fist Force. Fierce winds and waves transformed into sharp Wind Blades, approaching Chu Ming's skin, but they were dissolved instantly by the Power Rules within Chu Ming's skin.

Boom!

The two fists collided, terrifying winds radiated from the point of impact, rapidly spreading outward. The ground tiles shattered, turning into white powder.

Chu Ming's white robe fluttered wildly, his black hair whipped around. His expression was stern, his eyes surprisingly bright. Despite the surrounding wind waves' turbulence, he stood firm. In contrast, Qin Tian's face turned red, his figure retreated repeatedly until he was over a hundred meters away.

Feeling his chest, Qin Tian looked at Chu Ming with a somber expression and ice-cold eyes. During the engagement just now, he fell into a disadvantage. Especially Chu Ming's Desolate Power within his body made him particularly fearful.

Crack!

Qin Tian stomped the ground ferociously. He roared longly, emitting a terrifying wave from his body. Like a frenzied beast, he left a residual shadow and pounced at Chu Ming.

Chu Ming was fearless. Qin Tian's physical strength was on par with his, but his Soul Power was extremely strong. Qin Tian's attack trajectory was completely visible in his mind. Instantly, he could find Qin Tian's flaws and countermeasures.

In terms of combat techniques, the gap between Qin Tian and him was enormous. Therefore, even without suitable Fist Technique or Palm Technique Martial Skills, he could hold his ground in the fight.

Of course, this was under the circumstance where their battle prowess was not too different. If the disparity was large, even the highest combat skills would be useless. Absolute power can break all techniques.

Bang bang bang...

In an instant, they collided hundreds of times. Chu Ming's chest surged with blood, a sense of exhilaration emerging. The fiercer he fought, the more vigorous he became. Qin Tian, however, was secretly startled, his figure retreating repeatedly, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Boom!

Crack!

Suddenly, amidst the chaotic fist shadows, Chu Ming seized an opening. He crossed through between Qin Tian's arms. White waves swept, and the sound of bone fracturing rang out. Qin Tian's face turned red, retreating tens of meters, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Grandpa!"

Standing a hundred meters away, Qin Huan saw Qin Tian injured, vomiting blood. He cried out in shock and flashed forward but was pushed back by Qin Tian's hand. The surrounding crowd fell silent, not daring to speak.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Chu Ming looked toward the distance. A burly black figure swiftly approached their battleground, arriving in front of them within a few breaths.

Chu Ming narrowed his eyes. He sensed a fearsome power in this burly man not weaker than Qin Tian's. This must also be a Saint Envoy, not an unlikely Saint.

"Black Nether Saint Envoy, this man injured my grandpa and insulted our Holy Alliance. Quickly capture him."

Seeing the newcomer, the flame of hope reignited in Qin Huan's eyes. Black Nether Saint Envoy's strength matched his grandpa's. Both together would surely make Chu Ming shed blood on the spot.

"Are you ordering me?"

Black Nether's burly figure halted, turned to Qin Huan and asked in a deep voice, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. Qin Huan's behavior today had caused the Holy Alliance's dignity significant damage.

"I dare not! I dare not!"

Facing Black Nether's gaze, Qin Huan felt a chill down his spine, cold sweat rushing from his feet to his head. His mind instantly cleared. He had dared to point fingers at a Saint Envoy, purely seeking death.