Consecutive Slaying of a Prodigy (2)

"However, isn't it unreasonable if we simply brush past each other?" Then, Xiu Ming suppressed all his previous emotions and looked at Jiang Ming with clarity in his eyes. He put his palms together and said, "Fellow cultivator, please!" 

Jiang Ming smiled. A layer of blood Qi surrounded his body, ready to attack at any time. 

Xiu Ming's body also burst out with boundless spiritual light. 

In the void, a large palm surrounded by golden light shot down. It was vaguely accompanied by the chanting of scriptures. It affected Jiang Ming's mental state and tried to get him to kneel down in obedience. 

"What ignorance!" Jiang Ming's eyes were calm as he punched forward. His surging blood Qi made a thunderous explosion in the air. 

After exchanging almost ten blows, Xiu Ming coughed up blood and his body was covered in cracks, like a piece of porcelain that was about to shatter.