102 Can You Block This Strike?
In Baizhou City, countless people raised their heads in shock and looked in the direction of the Chen manor. Someone wanted to kill Philanthropist Chen?
"Where did such a wicked person come from?”
"In order to raise money and provide relief to the people suffering from the food shortage, Philanthropist Chen even mortgaged his sword to the pawnshop. No good deed goes unpunished.”
"Good people are so hard to come by as well.”
"Philanthropist Chen is Dao Master. How could he be defeated so easily?”
Many people gathered at the Chen manor. Some people even carried hoes and shovels, trying to seek justice for Philanthropist Chen.
Their faces were filled with anger and hatred. They wanted to know what kind of cruel and ruthless person would come to kill Chen Dongfeng.
Jiang Ming, on the other hand, had already stepped into the Chen manor. He picked up the iron blade that the guard had dropped just now and walked forward step by step with a fierce look on his face.
A middle-aged martial artist who looked like a steward heard the commotion and rushed to the front yard with more than a dozen guards. He roared with a cold face, “How dare you break into the Chen manor? Chop him to death!”
A group of martial artists pulled out their swords in unison, shouted, and rushed forward, slashing at Jiang Ming mercilessly.
"What a bunch of trash!”
Jiang Ming laughed out loud and walked forward unhurriedly.
Although his steps were slow, his blade was as fast as lightning. In just an instant, all the guards had fallen, and the Chen manor was covered in blood.
He walked toward the steward.
"Are you a Dao Master?”
He looked at Jiang Ming’s blade in horror.
"Any enmity between you and the Chen family can be resolved… Please
A blade streaked across, and a head flew.
"You’re too noisy.”
Jiang Ming continued to walk into the inner courtyard and shouted again, “Chen Dongfeng, come out and fight! If you don’t come out, I will kill every single member of your family.”
He carried the blade and walked on the brick floor. Along the way, he killed all the Chen family members he encountered.
The scene was chaotic, and countless Chen family members fled in panic.
In the inner court, a powerful aura suddenly burst out.
"You’re looking for death!”
The old voice seemed to contain a strange power, causing the panic-stricken Chen family members to calm down.
"He’s really about to break through to the Grandmaster realm.” When Jiang Ming heard the power in those words, he was also moved.
However, he had not really broken through, so he was still just a Dao Master.
Jiang Ming’s eyes were calm as he sensed the aura that was rushing from the depths of the inner courtyard.
A figure suddenly broke through the wall, raised his hand, and tried to hit Jiang Ming.
The blood Qi bloomed with a blazing light and turned into a huge palm, pressing down on Jiang Ming’s head.
Jiang Ming evaluated the strength of the person in front of him, but his expression did not change. He turned his palm and met the attack. Blood Qi lingered on his fingers and palms. Although it was not as intimidating as the other party’s momentum, it seemed to be more condensed.
With a deafening sound, a circle of blood-red ripples suddenly exploded. The figure who had broken the wall and launched a surprise attack actually grunted and staggered back more than ten steps before he stopped.
"So, this is the extent of your power.” Jiang Ming looked at the gray-haired martial artist who was over fifty years old and laughed.
Chen Dongfeng’s right hand trembled slightly, and blood was dripping from between his fingers. He was actually at a disadvantage after the collision of this move.
"This is impossible!” Chen Dongfeng stared at Jiang Ming in shock and anger, his face full of disbelief.
Chen Dongfeng seemed to have thought of something. His expression changed slightly and he shouted in a low voice, “You went to the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest and got the mutated herbs!”
"That’s right. You killed my friend in the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest. Today, I’m here to seek revenge!”
Jiang Ming casually lied. Anyway, a good man had friends everywhere.
"You and I both know why you are here. It’s not that I can’t give you what I’ve obtained, but why don’t we sit down and have a discussion?”
Chen Dongfeng’s eyes were profound as he spoke.
He had already guessed that this Zhang Shan had probably seen him escaping from the immortal cave back then.
"Talk my ass. I’m here for revenge! I’ll kill you. Everything is mine!”
Jiang Ming grinned and rushed forward with his blade.
If this guy was really a philanthropist, Jiang Ming naturally did not mind sitting down and negotiating with him. But since he knew that this guy was a rogue who had orchestrated the food shortage for his own benefit, Jiang Ming just wanted to kill him.
His blood Qi spread to five feet long and burned fiercely.
The power of the Blood-Burning Saber Technique displayed by a Dao Master was terrifying.
Within a radius of several dozen meters, no one below the first-class martial artist could withstand this burning aura.
"You’re crazy.” Chen Dongfeng’s expression suddenly changed. The more powerful a martial artist was, the more serious the damage from using a forbidden technique would be. He had never seen someone who did not care about his life.
"Did I really kill his friend?” For a moment, such a thought emerged in Chen Dongfeng’s mind. What kind of friend could make others willing to risk their lives for him?
However, in this critical moment, he did not have time to think too much. He could only dodge with all his might, but the sharp edge still grazed his back.
A bloody gash exploded, and the sharp force of the blade seeped into his body, causing Chen Dongfeng to cough out a mouthful of blood.
Jiang Ming followed him like a shadow and punched his shoulder.
Chen Dongfeng’s body was sent flying, smashing through more than ten brick walls before he fell to the ground with disheveled hair.
Jiang Ming strode forward expressionlessly and continued to pursue Chen Dongfeng.
"Don’t force me to retaliate!” Chen Dongfeng gritted his teeth.
"Just do whatever you want to do, I won’t stop you.” Jiang Ming strolled leisurely, his steps free and unrestrained, “After all, it’s none of your business if I want to kill you. Please don’t take it to heart.”
Chen Dongfeng was furious. Seeing Jiang Ming using the Blood-Burning Saber Technique again, his face turned ferocious and he suddenly screamed.
The blood Qi that surrounded his body suddenly shrank back into his body. At the same time, Chen Dongfeng’s aura was also rising. The aura all over his body was becoming more and more exuberant, but it was somewhat unstable, as if he was on the verge of going berserk.
"You forced me to use the Blood Spirit Technique. You deserve to die!” Chen Dongfeng stared at Jiang Ming, his eyes red.
A lock of his hair turned from grey to white in an instant. He seemed to have lost a lot of vitality.
Jiang Ming’s eyes suddenly narrowed. At this moment, he actually felt the aura of the mutated medicinal herbs from the other party.
Chen Dongfeng rushed toward Jiang Ming and waved his fist.
This time, it was Jiang Ming’s turn to fly backward and crash into countless walls.
Chen Dongfeng seemed to have fallen into madness. He attacked crazily and fearlessly. More and more of his hair turned white, and even his face was covered in wisps of wrinkles. He was rapidly aging.
Jiang Ming also used the Blood-Burning Saber Technique without restraint.
"The Blood Spirit Technique is a forbidden technique.” Jiang Ming frowned. He saw that Chen Dongfeng’s body was about to become a dry corpse, but he was still terrifyingly powerful.
"Let’s end this here!” Jiang Ming had already probed out all of the other party’s trump cards, and he was too lazy to continue fighting.
He suddenly swung his blade horizontally, and the two of them collided violently. Both of them were sent flying. Chen Dongfeng fell into a pile of rubble, and he was struggling to stand up.
"I have a technique that I have not used yet!”
Jiang Ming smiled and slowly raised the blade in his hand. It was like a wave that was slowly shaking. On the blade, wisps of burning blood Qi covered it and became thicker and thicker.
Red ripples appeared in the air, filling it with a heart-palpitating aura.
This was the ultimate fusion of the Wave-Swallowing Saber Technique and the Blood-Burning Saber Technique.
Jiang Ming’s blade swung down falling on the Chen family master’s body.
Chen Dongfeng’s face was filled with fear. His entire body was reduced to ashes.
Outside the Chen manor, there was a shocking noise. As if they had heard that the battle had ended, groups of people suddenly rushed in, shouting.
"Master Chen, are you okay? We’re here to help you kill the thief.”
"Master Chen, you’re really amazing, as expected of someone who is about to become a Grandmaster!”
A group of people rushed into the Chen manor with hoes and shovels in their hands. However, when they saw the figure standing there, they immediately fell silent.
"That’s the thief.”
There was a dead silence.
All of a sudden, a warehouse that had been destroyed during the fight between Jiang Ming and Chen Dongfeng, which seemed to have a few main beams broken, suddenly collapsed.
There were thousands of sacks of rice inside. The roof collapsed, and white rice splashed out and scattered all over the ground.
Many of the people looked at this scene in confusion.
"Didn’t Philanthropist Chen say that he had no food at home this year, so he sold his sword to prove his will and share the joys and sorrows of Baizhou City with the people?”
Jiang Ming glanced at the food that was enough for the people in the city to eat for ten days. He turned around expressionlessly and walked into the inner courtyard of the Chen manor.
He only cared about killing people and plundering what he needed.
As for whether these people would forgive the Chen family or rise up to resist, it had nothing to do with him.
