C396 Kill

"Zhou Hong, do you think you can make me give in just like this? Dream on!"

Cui Ming roared furiously. At this moment, he forcefully endured the pain and stood up once again.

"You!" Zhou Hong's facial expression changed when he saw this. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Cui Ming, do you really want to die?"

"Heh, I didn't plan to return alive after leaving the palace this time. However, no matter how I calculated, I would never have thought that in the end, I wouldn't die in the hands of the barbarians. Instead, I would be killed by my own people. "

Laughing self-deprecatingly, Cui Ming walked forward step by step and said, "Zhou Hong, you are the commander of the Lonely Soul in vain. You actually committed such a treasonous act of rebellion. Today, I will help the Emperor clean up the sect!"

Seeing Cui Ming getting closer and closer to him, a trace of fear flashed across Zhou Hong's eyes. Even though Cui Ming had been poisoned to the bone marrow, there was still some time before the poison completely flared up. With his powerful cultivation base, if he really fought with his life on the line, no one on his side could stop him. Thinking of this, Zhou Hong hurriedly took a few steps back. He waved to his left and right and said, "Attack!"

Before he finished his words, dozens of soldiers belonging to the First Army of Lonely Soul Legion rushed forward fearlessly and surrounded Cui Ming in the blink of an eye.

"Everyone, let's fight. This old man is poisoned and won't be able to last much longer. General Lo said that whoever can take his head off first will be promoted by three levels and will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins!"

When they heard that there was such a generous reward, everyone felt as if they had been injected with stimulants. Each of them was full of fighting spirit, and their eyes were scarily red. At this moment, the way they looked at Cui Ming had completely changed. The fear from before had disappeared, and what replaced it was endless greed. It was like a wolf that had been starving for days had suddenly smelled the scent of a sheep.

This was really like a dragon swimming in shallow waters and suffering from a shrimp show. When a tiger falls, it will be bullied by a dog. As one of the Four Guards of Batian, Cui Ming's cultivation base was extremely powerful. Who would dare to provoke him in normal days? Now, he was in dire straits. He was actually surrounded by a group of soldiers whose average cultivation base was not even at the Spirit Cultivating Stage. Moreover, the way they looked at him was as if they were going to eat him alive.

Warriors could be killed, but they couldn't be humiliated!

A flame of anger suddenly erupted in Cui Ming's heart. He could tolerate the fact that he would die on the battlefield one day, but he definitely wouldn't allow himself to be surrounded and killed by a group of weaklings. Such a way of dying would undoubtedly make him feel extremely aggrieved. He would never allow such a thing to happen.

"A group of scoundrels. Do you think you can take me down with just you?"

Cui Ming let out a cold laugh. In his extreme anger, he had actually forgotten all the pain. He turned around like a bolt of lightning and struck three times in three directions. Immediately, more than a dozen people wailed and died on the spot.

Obviously, Cui Ming wasn't willing to give up. At this moment, he didn't even stop. He casually snatched a long blade from the enemy's hand. His black clothes were like a black lightning that shuttled back and forth between the crowd, leaving countless afterimages behind. He raised his blade and swung it down. In just a few breaths' time, a total of forty Lonely Soul soldiers were killed.

Although Cui Ming was now poisoned, his combat strength was still there for a short period of time. With his cultivation base, facing these ordinary soldiers of the Lonely Soul was not a battle at all. It was a one-sided slaughter!

Zhou Hong seemed to have expected this outcome. When he waved his hand calmly, another forty Lonely Soul soldiers stepped forward with ferocious expressions. Compared to the previous batch of soldiers, their cultivation base had improved slightly. They roared and rushed forward.

However, these people were still no match for Cui Ming, whose killing intent was rising. In just a few rounds, more than half of them had died. The scene was filled with a thick smell of blood, making people nauseous. Clearly, he did not expect Cui Ming to be so difficult to deal with. Zhou Hong could not help but frown when he saw this. Immediately, he clenched his teeth and laughed coldly, "Kill. The more people you kill, the more people you kill. I would like to see. . . Kill!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand once again to signal to the people behind him. Just like the previous two times, there were no more than 40 Lonely Soul soldiers who shouted and charged over.

"Hmph, a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating its own ability!"

Cui Ming coldly swept his eyes across the crowd, then he fiercely slashed out with his blade. It was incomparably fierce, and the overbearing blade Qi instantly killed more than ten people's lives. However, this did not have an intimidating effect. Instead, it aroused the ferociousness of the soldiers. In the battle, Cui Ming did not care about his life anymore. He smashed the head of a soldier who had sneaked up behind him and was about to launch a sneak attack. Before he could do anything else, his vision suddenly turned dark. Cui Ming's body couldn't help but stiffen on the spot. He pursed his lips in pain. At this moment, he found that the burning sensation in his dantian had become stronger.

Just as he was distracted by the change in his dantian, a soldier from the Lonely Soul rushed in front of him. The long spear in his hand pierced through his body with a force that broke the wind. The intense pain immediately woke Cui Ming up. He furiously slapped the soldier and broke him into pieces, but in the end, he was found by the others. In the next moment, Cui Ming's shoulder and back were mercilessly penetrated by the long spear. Blood immediately gushed out like a fountain.

"Haha, Lord Cui, weren't you very arrogant just now? You kept saying that you wanted to clean up the Emperor's family but now you have become so pathetic. Where's your invincible spirit? Where is your loyalty and courage? Take it out!"

Zhou Hong saw this scene and was overjoyed. He could not help but get carried away.

His smile seemed to have completely enraged Cui Ming. Cui Ming furiously chopped the heads of the soldiers into pieces. Then, he let the long spear pierce his body and staggered towards Zhou Hong. During this time, anyone who blocked his way. . . Finally. . . His life seemed to have come to an end, and his eyes were gradually covered with a layer of deathly aura. His movements became extremely stiff, but his body still forcefully held on and refused to collapse. Relying on his powerful instinct, he kept shortening the distance between himself and Zhou Hong.

"A bunch of trash, hurry up and take him down!"

Zhou Hong was so shocked that his face turned pale. For a moment, he hurriedly retreated. However, no matter where he fled to, Cui Ming's line of sight was firmly locked onto him. He was like a maggot that clung tightly to his bones, following him like a shadow. That gaze that was as cold as the edge of a blade made him feel the threat of death at the first moment.

Finally, Zhou Hong was tortured by this gaze until he was about to collapse. When a person's fear reached its peak, he would become fearless instead. He pulled out the long blade from his waist with a solemn expression. Zhou Hong roared furiously, "Come, let's end this today!"

As if he could feel his fighting spirit, Cui Ming's originally stiff steps suddenly became erratic again. His speed instantly increased by three times, and he rushed towards Zhou Hong like an arrow leaving the bow. Layers of heat waves rose around him, as if the air was boiling. In fact, it was caused by his speed being too high. Seeing this, Zhou Hong also clenched his long blade tightly. His resolute face was full of vigilance.

The battle was about to begin.