In the abandoned hall, Wei Shouguang looked at this scene with a dumbfounded expression.
Under what kind of extreme anger would a person be able to burst out with such power? How could he easily defeat a cultivator who had reached the peak of the Qi Refinement Realm with a stretch of his hand?
The expressions of the people from the Spirit Silkworm Mountain changed slightly, and they stared at Jiang Ming coldly.
"Release him! Who are you?" one of the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators shouted coldly. "How dare you bully the disciples of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain?"
Jiang Ming held the wrist. However, he did not put it down at all. He smiled and said, "Oh, I'm bullying the Spirit Silkworm Mountain's disciples? Weren't you the ones who sent people to capture me to be cannon fodder? Are you not used to the change of roles?"
"You're looking for death." On the bamboo chair, the middle-aged man's voice was cold. A terrifying power filled the hall and pressed down on Jiang Ming.
Although he was seriously injured, the pressure of a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm was enough to be respected here.
However, Jiang Ming did not give in to him at all. With a slight tug of his hand, the arm of the burly cultivator was suddenly broken. He was thrown into the corner by Jiang Ming and let out a series of screams.
Without the need for the middle-aged man to speak, the other three Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain had already leaped into the air. Their turbulent spiritual energy erupted like a tide, and three extremely powerful magical tools, flashing with dazzling spiritual light, suddenly rushed toward Jiang Ming.
They were all masters of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain and had been through many hardships and battles. Otherwise, they would not have been sent to explore this place. Although they looked down on Jiang Ming, they were also extremely cautious about his sudden change. They immediately attacked with all their strength, wanting to kill him.
Their eyes were filled with killing intent and confidence. No matter where this kid came from, his cultivation was still in the Foundation Establishment Realm. It was impossible for him to block the combined attack of the three of them.
The entire place collapsed under the terrible pressure, causing clouds of dust to rise. Three figures stood in the air, surrounding the figure below.
As the attack came crashing down, terrifying rumbles kept coming from the smoke and dust.
The three Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain suddenly had a slight change in their expressions. Could this guy actually block their attack?
The magical tools in their hands were given to them by the sect for this expedition. They could burst out power far beyond magical tools of the same level, and each time they were used, they would be damaged a bit. They could be said to be extremely precious consumables. They could almost forcibly increase the combat power of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator by a stage. Under the joint efforts of the three, even a cultivator in the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm would have to temporarily avoid them. Who would dare face them head-on?
"Could it be that some opposing sect has sent people to attack the Spirit Silkworm Mountain? Does he also have some kind of terrifying magical tool?"
The three of them looked at each other, and their eyes darkened. They realized that this opponent was abnormal, and they no longer dared hold back. They poured their spiritual energy into the magical tools like crazy, and the three magical tools burst out with dazzling brilliance.
On the other side, Wei Shouguang had already fled into the distance in terror. He looked at the scene in shock. Who was Zhang Shan?
The rest of the individual cultivators and martial artists were even more dumbfounded as they watched the battle that suddenly broke out. Why did they start fighting just like that? Weren't those the geniuses of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain? Who would dare provoke them?
A burst of laughter suddenly came from the ruins of the collapsed palace.
A figure suddenly jumped up and punched a magical tool with a bang, sending it flying backward. Flames surged out of the tool and scattered all over the ground.
After two consecutive punches, a terrifying blood-red ripple exploded, sending the other two magical tools flying.
One of them smashed into the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain who was controlling it. His arms were broken immediately, and the tool was embedded in his chest, sending him flying dozens of meters back with blood flowing out of his mouth and nose.
"Is he using his physical body to resist the three magical tools?"
The other two did not care about their companion's injury at all. Instead, they looked at Jiang Ming, who was waving his fist and smashing the three magical tools, with extremely horrified expressions.
"This is a monster who built his martial arts foundation first!" one of the cultivators hurriedly retrieved the last magical tool and cried out in alarm.
Only those who had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm in martial arts could possess such a terrifying physical body.
Jiang Ming did not even look at him. The blood Qi under his feet burst out. His figure was like lightning, and he had already arrived in front of him. He pressed his palm down.
Even though the cultivator took out the magical tool to resist, he was still slammed into the brick ruins with it. Blood spurted out of his wounds.
"You're the only one left!" Jiang Ming looked at the last person and walked toward him step by step. The blood Qi under his feet was faintly visible in the void.
Wei Shouguang was dazzled by the sight and muttered in excitement, "This is a real martial artist."
