122 Fate (1)
The hall was completely silent.
The three Grandmasters stared at the young monk at the door with serious expressions.
Grandmasters could usually sense the strength and purity of blood Qi of the people around them.
However, when they looked at the young monk, they felt as if they were looking at an ordinary mortal without any blood Qi.
The first possibility was that he was really an ordinary person, but the dead Dao Masters outside the door obviously denied this possibility.
The second possibility was that the young monk’s control of blood Qi had far exceeded the three of them.
"This is impossible. Other than Marquis Zhou, no one else in the world can reach such a realm!” Liang Xuanmo replied subconsciously.
"It’s definitely not Zhou Pingshi. He has already left this world.” Wu Tiantong knitted his brows tightly.
Jiang Ming looked at Wu Dao with a calm expression, ” Back then, it was a snowy night like this when I found you wandering the streets, almost freezing to death. I gave you hot food, taught you martial arts, and helped you step by step to where you are today. I didn’t expect you to still be unsatisfied.”
"I’m not the only beggar you chose back then. If I didn’t have some ambition, how could I have gotten to where I am today?” Wu Dao looked at Jiang Ming calmly, “So what if you’re here? All three Grandmasters are here. Neither you nor Wu Yan will be able to escape today!”
Jiang Ming sighed and stepped forward.
Wu Dao’s expression changed, and he quickly looked at Liang Xuanmo and the other two as if he were pleading for help.
However, what made his body turn cold was that the three of them did not move and looked at him with cold eyes.
Wu Dao’s face was pale.
It was not until this moment that Wu Dao came to a realization. It turned out that he was just a dispensable chess piece.
"I thought I could stir up the world
Just as Wu Dao thought of this, he saw a ghostly figure descend in front of him.
He did not even have time to fight back before his neck was grabbed. Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to have heard the sound of his spine cracking.
His body fell to the ground, sending dust flying everywhere.
Wu Dao, who had been in the martial world for decades, died in this dilapidated temple!
Jiang Ming’s eyes were calm as he looked at the remaining three masters.
"Anonymous, even Marquis Zhou can’t take down three Grandmasters alone. Why don’t we shake hands and make peace? We can rule the world together.” Wu Tiantong held his axe as he asked to negotiate.
Master Kongjian glanced at him and surprisingly did not object. What Wu Tiantong said was true. No matter how powerful a Grandmaster was, it would be difficult for him to kill three Grandmasters by himself.
However, they did not realize how powerful Jiang Ming was until they saw him. The two of them had a tacit understanding now, and they wanted to leave.
They did not care about the Liang family anymore, they wanted to leave.
Wu Tiantong and Master Kongjian looked at each other and reached an agreement without saying a word.
Only Liang Xuanmo was left, still staring at Jiang Ming with a cold expression, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Three Grandmasters? Aren’t there only two and a half?” Jiang Ming asked with a faint smile.
Wu Tiantong and Master Kongjian did not understand what he meant, but Liang Xuanmo’s expression changed slightly.
He knew his own business. He knew very well how he had broken through to the Grandmaster realm.
"His blood Qi is terrifyingly powerful, but his comprehension of martial arts is deeply flawed!”
Jiang Ming’s tone was casual, and he suddenly looked at Liang Xuanmo.
Boom!
In Liang Xuanmo’s eyes, everything seemed to have disappeared. At this moment, he felt like he had been plunged into the depths of hell.
Liang Xuanmo subconsciously shouted.
The next moment, an intense tearing pain came from his body. Liang Xuanmo woke up and only saw the young monk’s face in front of him, as well as an arm that had pierced through his chest.
Liang Xuanmo’s chest exploded, and he flew backward while screaming. Most of his internal organs were blown to pieces, and his torso had been blown off.
Jiang Ming’s eyes were indifferent. The intent of a Grandmaster seemed to be real. He could kill ordinary people with one glance. The biggest disadvantage for martial artists below the Grandmaster realm when facing a Grandmaster was not blood Qi, but the incredible difference in their intent.
He did not know what Liang Xuanmo relied on to raise his blood Qi to the Grandmaster realm, but Jiang Ming’s perception was so sharp that he saw his flaws at a glance. When Liang Xuanmo was unprepared, he attacked.
