**Chapter 44: Uninterrupted Combo**

Across the air, 

"How could you possibly have a high-grade magical artifact?!" 

Chen Zi'ang immediately recognized that the Black Wind Blade in Qin Ming's hand was extraordinary. 

He was both shocked and furious. "I never would've imagined it! You've been hiding your strength—and to such an extent!" 

"I underestimated you!" 

With that, a golden high-grade giant sword materialized in his hand. 

Chen Zi'ang formed a seal with his fingers, and the golden sword above him abruptly expanded tenfold! 

Golden light shimmered, exuding an overwhelming aura. 

"Go!" 

A colossal golden light blade, dozens of feet long, slashed toward Qin Ming with devastating force! 

The trees nearby were instantly reduced to ash under the pressure of the sword qi. 

Chen Zi'ang didn't hold back either—he unleashed his ultimate technique. 

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the massive sword approach. Far from showing any fear, 

he radiated an unprecedented fighting spirit. 

*BAM!* 

Qin Ming unleashed his full blood qi, which almost solidified into a Glazed Treasure Armor covering his entire body. 

He pushed off the ground with the tip of his foot and leaped high into the air! 

Like a cannonball, he shot forward! 

*Clang!* 

The mastery-level *Burning Blood Blade Technique* erupted once again! 

Qin Ming directly executed the seventh form. 

*Swish! Whirrrr!* 

The Black Wind Blade howled, brimming with malevolent energy! 

It was a simple, unadorned strike—but one infused with the full force of Qin Ming's blood qi! 

A torrent of flame blade auras flooded the area, weaving together into a fiery inferno. 

The surrounding air temperature skyrocketed. 

The two cultivators beside Chen Zi'ang watched in horror, their scalps tingling.

Without hesitation, they each pulled out a high-grade talisman and hurled it at Qin Ming. 

In an instant, 

three powerful spells converged on Qin Ming from three directions in a triangular formation! 

Even so, Chen Zi'ang kept his gaze locked tightly on Qin Ming, not daring to let his guard down. 

*Rumble rumble!* 

The earth trembled. 

The spells collided violently, and the central area erupted in a towering pillar of fire, sending up a thick cloud of smoke. 

*Clang! Whirrrr!* 

Suddenly, several black spiritual seeds shot out from within the smoke, using it as cover to instantly reach the feet of the three attackers. 

Thorn Technique! 

After casting their three powerful spells, the trio had been inspecting the smoke for signs of Qin Ming. 

Chen Zi'ang, relying on his late-stage Qi Refinement spiritual awareness, sensed something amiss and shouted urgently, "Retreat quickly!" 

He decisively slapped a blue talisman onto himself, vanishing from his original spot and teleporting ten zhang away. 

But the other two cultivators—one at the sixth layer and the other at the seventh layer of Qi Refinement—weren't so lucky. 

Almost instantly, clusters of black vines sprouted beneath their feet, entangling them completely. 

Terrified, they hurriedly tried to activate their protective shields. 

However, within moments, eerie black thorns pierced through their defenses and stabbed into their bodies. 

Chen Zi'ang, frantic, launched a fire spell at the black vines, but it was like throwing a pebble into the ocean—it had no effect whatsoever. 

"Why isn't my fire spell working?!" 

The moment the Witherblood Poison Vine's thorns pierced them, the two cultivators felt a piercing pain in their minds! 

Their circulating magical energy suddenly froze, interrupting their spellcasting. 

Their eyes grew vacant as they stopped resisting, as if their souls had been drained by some unseen force. 

Motionless, they were soon engulfed by dense black vines. 

Within moments, 

the two who had been lively just moments ago were instantly drained into dry husks, unable to offer even the slightest resistance. 

Not long after, 

the black vines dissipated, leaving behind two blood pearls on the ground. 

Chen Zi'ang stared at the scene before him, his expression frozen, his mind racing with thoughts. 

Just then! 

From the center of the explosion, a figure slowly emerged through the dissipating smoke. 

Chen Zi'ang snapped back to attention, his eyes locking onto the figure. His pupils contracted sharply, as if facing a deadly foe. 

As the smoke cleared, 

Qin Ming's unscathed figure gradually came into view. 

"How is this possible?! You don't have a scratch on you?!" Chen Zi'ang was utterly shocked. 

He knew the full power of the giant sword technique he had unleashed—it was devastating. 

The sheer strength of Qin Ming's body cultivation had far exceeded his understanding! 

"There's something wrong with you!" 

"How could a fourth-layer Qi Refinement spirit farmer be this strong?" 

He even began to suspect that Qin Ming might have been possessed by some ancient monster. 

Chen Zi'ang's eyes darted around nervously, already feeling fear creep in. 

Qin Ming said nothing, his cold gaze fixed on Chen Zi'ang as if looking at a dead man. 

"Uh... Daoist Qin... Qin... Listen, this is all a misunderstanding..." Chen Zi'ang's face turned ashen as he stammered, slowly backing away. 

Qin Ming's eyes turned icy! 

He drew his blade and leaped into the air, flames erupting once more! 

*Swish!* 

The blade flashed past in an instant, arriving before Chen Zi'ang. 

Chen Zi'ang was terrified by the overwhelming force of the strike.

He didn't dare to block it head-on and hastily slapped another golden talisman onto himself. 

Instantly, a golden bell-shaped barrier enveloped him, offering protection. 

"This is a high-grade defensive talisman—the Golden Bell Talisman! It should be able to withstand the attack, right?" 

Chen Zi'ang's heart raced with anxiety, regretting everything. 

He shouldn't have taken on Jiang Kun's assignment. Never did he expect to encounter such a formidable opponent. 

This was truly going to end in disaster. 

*BANG!* 

The Black Wind Blade struck the golden bell barrier, causing it to shake violently but not break. 

Seeing this, Chen Zi'ang was about to breathe a sigh of relief when— 

An even more ferocious blade aura struck! 

*BANG!* 

*Crack!* 

The sound of shattering reached Chen Zi'ang's ears. He looked up in panic to see countless cracks spreading across the top of the barrier—it was on the verge of collapsing! 

"What kind of monstrous power is this?! Even a high-grade defensive talisman can't withstand it?!" 

"Daoist Qin, listen to me! It's all Jiang Kun's fault! That bastard forced me to do this!" 

"I'm just following orders." 

"As the saying goes, every debt has its debtor..." 

Chen Zi'ang's voice trembled, nearly ready to kneel and beg for mercy. 

Seeing that Qin Ming remained unmoved, he turned and fled desperately. 

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Qin Ming's lips. 

Could someone like him really escape in front of Qin Ming? 

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!* 

With just a few swift leaps, Qin Ming moved like a ghost, appearing before Chen Zi'ang. 

He swung the Black Wind Blade fiercely at him! 

Seeing the situation turn dire, Chen Zi'ang raised his golden sword to block! 

*Clang!* 

The impact sent Chen Zi'ang, along with his sword, crashing into the ground below. One of his arms was shattered by the terrifying force. 

*Cough!* 

He spat out a mouthful of blood. 

Without hesitation, Qin Ming retrieved another black spiritual seed and flicked it toward the ground below. 

"No... No..." 

Chen Zi'ang, his voice barely a whisper, tried to plead for mercy, but in the blink of an eye, he was swallowed by the black vines. 

Three breaths later, 

Chen Zi'ang, an inner sect disciple of the Spirit Feather Sect and an eighth-layer Qi Refinement cultivator, was drained into a desiccated corpse. 

The black vines gradually faded, leaving behind a single blood pearl. 

Qin Ming waved his hand, collecting the blood pearl, the golden sword artifact, and Chen Zi'ang's storage pouch. 

Then, he also retrieved the blood pearls and storage pouches of the other two cultivators. 

Once everything was done, 

he used a fireball spell to destroy the evidence. 

The commotion here had been significant, and it wouldn't be long before members of the Spirit Feather Sect arrived. 

After confirming there was nothing left behind, Qin Ming swiftly departed from the scene. 

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Half an incense stick's time later. 

A massive flying boat from the Spirit Feather Sect hovered above the site. 

Onboard, Elder Gu used his spiritual awareness to investigate the area below.

Suddenly, an unprecedented look of gravity crossed his usually stern face. 

"Who dares commit such violence near our spirit fields?!" 

"Wait... why are there traces of our sect disciples' magical energy here?!" 

(End of Chapter) 

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