Chapter 50 Lu Ming, the Blue Silver Emperor! Tang San's bloodline submits! Blue silver entanglements bring laughter!
That black light was so pure, so profound, emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.
A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring!
"What?!"
Ning Rongrong's delicate cry was filled with horror.
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils also contracted sharply.
Is the third spirit ring really ten thousand years?
How is that possible!
This overturns all common sense in the world of Soul Masters!
However, Lu Ming did not give them more time to be shocked.
As the black spirit ring lit up, a powerful force gathered in his palm.
He simply pushed it forward casually.
"Boom—!"
Dai Mubai's White Tiger Blazing Light Wave and Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line were instantly torn apart and annihilated as if made of paper after coming into contact with Lu Ming's power.
Immediately afterwards, an unparalleled force slammed into the two of them.
"puff!"
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun coughed up blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily off the stage and suffering serious injuries on the spot.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.
Only Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and the others remained, standing there blankly, staring at the man shrouded in a black spirit ring.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Lu Ming's tall and straight figure and felt the powerful aura emanating from him. Her cat-like eyes sparkled with admiration.
This man is so powerful.
Zhu Zhuqing needed just such a strong support.
Perhaps, this man can...
However, I still need to test his skills again.
A glint shone in Zhu Zhuqing's cat-like eyes.
She took a deep breath, stared intently at Lu Ming, and spoke in a clear and firm voice.
"Rongrong, give me a boost!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong, who had been in a support role behind him, suddenly snapped out of her daze.
She glanced at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who had already collapsed, and then at Xiao Wu, who was unconscious. A solemn expression appeared on her face.
"good!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Rongrong quietly conjured up a delicate seven-story pagoda in her fair right hand.
"Seven treasures transform into crystal!"
With her melodious shout, two dazzling beams of light shot out from the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda and landed precisely on Zhu Zhuqing.
"The seven treasures have names, the first of which is: Strength!"
The second rule: Speed!
In an instant, Zhu Zhuqing felt a powerful force surge into her limbs and bones, and her body became lighter than ever before.
Her third spirit ring, the purple thousand-year spirit ring, suddenly lit up!
"Third Soul Skill, Netherworld Slash!"
Zhu Zhuqing's figure vanished from her spot in an instant, transforming into a black phantom that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye, hurtling straight toward Lu Ming's throat with a sharp whooshing sound!
This attack was her strongest single-target attack skill. With the 30% speed and power amplification from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, its power reached a terrifying level.
Even a Soul Master wouldn't dare to take it head-on!
Liu Erlong, sitting in the audience, felt his heart leap into his throat.
Yu Xiaogang's lips curled up slightly; he seemed to already see Lu Ming severely injured.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's assistance, combined with the Netherworld Cat's extreme speed, makes for a perfect synergy.
However, Lu Ming's expression remained calm in the face of this fatal blow.
He didn't even move an inch.
Just as the cat's claws, gleaming with a cold light, were about to touch his skin...
Lu Ming made a move.
He simply raised his hand slightly.
No spirit rings lit up, and there was no fluctuation of spirit power.
Several deep blue vines suddenly burst forth from the ground beneath his feet, their speed even slightly faster than Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Slash!
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The vines, like living snakes, instantly wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing's limbs and waist at an extremely tricky angle.
Then, suddenly pull it backward and tighten it!
"What?"
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils dilated violently, and her forward-moving body came to an abrupt halt in mid-air.
All the strength in my body seemed to be drained in an instant, leaving me unable to move.
The blue silver grass vines bound her hands and feet behind her back in a peculiar way, forcing her body forward into a shameful position.
Tortoise shell bundle!
This perfectly accentuated Zhu Zhuqing's already stunningly hot figure, with every curve exuding an amazing allure.
She was suspended in mid-air, with only her toes barely touching the ground.
He was subdued so easily in a single encounter, without even touching the hem of the other's clothes.
Zhu Zhuqing was completely dumbfounded.
Immediately afterwards, a huge wave of shame and indignation surged into her heart, and her cheeks suddenly turned burning hot, so red that they almost bled.
This pose... is just too embarrassing!
"Damn it! Let go of Zhu Qing!"
Below the stage, Dai Mubai, who had just caught his breath, saw this scene and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, letting out a roar.
He felt a green glow on the top of his head.
Although he had broken up with Zhu Zhuqing, in his eyes, Zhu Zhuqing was still his woman, the possession of his Evil-Eyed White Tiger!
Now, she is being publicly humiliated by another man in this way!
Lu Ming completely ignored Dai Mubai's barking.
His gaze swept across the arena.
At this moment, only Tang San, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong remained standing on the stage.
Seeing Ning Rongrong's panicked little face, Oscar mustered his courage, stood in front of her, and shouted in a fierce but weak voice.
"Rongrong, don't be afraid, I'll protect you!"
As he spoke, his sausage-shaped martial spirit appeared in his hand.
Lu Ming glanced at him, a hint of pity in his eyes.
The next second, his figure vanished from the spot.
"Bang!"
Oscar felt a blur before his eyes, and then an irresistible force surged through his abdomen.
He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing off the stage and following in the footsteps of Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the scene, her small mouth slightly open.
Oscar... was just kicked off like that?
waste!
What a piece of trash!
It couldn't even hold them off for a second!
She cursed inwardly, but her body trembled slightly with fear.
Lu Ming reappeared, now standing in front of her.
"What...what are you going to do?"
Ning Rongrong was so frightened that she took two steps back, her voice trembling with tears.
Lu Ming ignored her and turned his gaze to the last person.
Tang San.
At this moment, Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his body exuded a suppressed killing intent.
"You deserve to die!"
He spoke slowly and deliberately, and the first spirit ring beneath his feet lit up.
"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"
Countless blue silver grasses sprouted wildly from the ground, forming a vast net that enveloped Lu Ming.
At the same time, he flipped his left hand, and a Haotian Hammer, which was completely black and covered with patterns, appeared in his palm!
"Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique!"
Tang San roared, his small body bursting with disproportionate power, and swung the Clear Sky Hammer down towards Lu Ming's head!
Lu Ming looked at him, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"It's such a waste to have the same martial spirit in your hands."
Before he finished speaking, the attacking blue silver grass withered and scattered as soon as it came within three feet of his body, as if it had encountered a king's subjects.
Facing the whistling Haotian Hammer, Lu Ming simply extended two fingers.
Index finger and middle finger.
"bite!"
A crisp sound.
The mighty Haotian Hammer, powerful enough to split stone tablets, was caught by him with just two fingers.
The terrifying force transmitted from the hammer vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Tang San's face instantly turned deathly pale.
How is this possible?!
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