Super Asura System

Zhao Yiming's reply was domineering enough, and it also caused the morale of these people to drop. Thinking about their opponent's battle record, it really gave them a headache.    

    

In fact, in Zhao Yiming's eyes, these people were nothing more than chickens and dogs. He had a cultivation base at the ninth level of the Grand Master, and besides the advantage in numbers, what else could these people do?    

    

Kong Ming shouted out, "You are really too arrogant! I am here to take your life!" After saying that, he dashed forward and threw a punch at Zhao Yiming's face.    

    

Zhao Yiming didn't even bat an eye. He casually waved his sleeve and slapped his opponent's arm. Not only did the sleeve break his arm, but the powerful force had also killed him.    

    

At this time, Song Wenjing also shouted. She leapt into the air and stepped on his shoulder, trying to rip his head off.    

    

Zhao Yiming casually struck out a palm, sending her flying like a fly. She landed right next to Kong Ming and didn't make any sound.    

    

This gave everyone a scare. His opponent had killed two of their experts so easily. Everyone couldn't help but feel afraid. They had no choice but to shoot their arrows.    

    

Wu Changyun immediately shouted, "What rules are there to talk about with him? Everyone, let's attack together. We will randomly punch our old master to death. We will also kill him with a pile of people."    

    

When Zhao Yiming heard his words, he snorted coldly from his nose. This group of people had underestimated Grand Master Stage warriors. Even if there were thousands of them, as long as Grand Master warriors didn't seek death themselves, they could still retreat with their bodies intact.    

    

What's more, this group of people was nothing more than a group of people giving him Asura Value. In the face of these people, he struck out two palms in a row. This was the Frozen Fire Palm.    

    

In an instant, two-thirds of the people were gone. A portion of them were roasted, while the rest were frozen into ice.    

    

If it wasn't for the fact that they were able to survive this quickly and were strong enough, they would have been completely wiped out. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear.    

    

No one knew who shouted this, but these fellows immediately scattered like birds and beasts. They quickly ran towards the surrounding forest, and in the blink of an eye, all of them disappeared without a trace.    

    

Zhao Yiming didn't pay attention to these small fries. Instead, he looked at the dozens of people in front of him and said with a mocking smile, "You really think too many people are useful? It's your turn now."    

    

Wang Qi also felt his throat dry up. Although they were all Grand Master Stage experts, he could clearly feel the difference between them. However, he knew that he couldn't run away this time. Those people could run away, but they didn't chase after him.    

    

He said in a low voice, "I didn't expect Cult Leader Zhao to be so powerful. We have offended him this time. We are all from the underworld. There is no need to kill us all!"    

    

Zhao Yiming curled his lips and said, "You are really a bear bag. How can you be so cowardly? But I am the opposite of what you think. I don't have the habit of leaving my enemies behind. Accept your fate! "    

    

Wu Changyun shouted, "Do you think we are those useless people just now? Go to hell!"    

    

As he spoke, three mourning gate nails shot at Zhao Yiming's chest like lightning. A golden light flashed on Zhao Yiming's chest, and the three mourning gate nails bounced back at an extremely fast speed, piercing through his heart.    

    

Xu Jun and Yin Hao shouted at the same time. Each of them held a short sword in their hands, and led the rest of the men towards Zhao Yiming. These dozens of Master Stage warriors were quite imposing.    

    

Zhao Yiming's eyes finally had some spirit in them. The Blood Soul Frost Blade appeared in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he immediately used the Eight Heavenly Knife Techniques.    

    

Everyone felt a flash of blade light in front of their eyes. It was as if Zhao Yiming had never moved. However, each of these men's throats were covered with a layer of frost. After that, they fell to the ground one after another.    

    

Wang Qi and the other two's faces turned pale. Initially, they wanted to seize an opportunity to launch a sneak attack while Zhao Yiming was fighting these people. Perhaps, they would be able to see the result.    

    

After all, even if it was the three of them, they wouldn't be able to kill these Master Stage warriors just by killing them. It would certainly involve most of their energy.    

    

However, they didn't expect that not only was the opponent's cultivation base excellent, but this martial skill was even more terrifying. They didn't even understand how the opponent attacked just now, and all of these men were dead.    

    

Most importantly, in the legends of the Jianghu, the most powerful thing about Zhao Yiming was a pair of fists, not a weapon in his hand. This meant that the opponent hadn't taken action yet.    

    

In fact, this was a misunderstanding. Although the Thirty-six Heaven Upheaval Fists combined with the Apathy Book was Zhao Yiming's strongest attack, the Eight Heavenly Sabers were the most suitable for group fighting when it came to the degree of killing.    

    

Zhao Yiming put away the Snow Soul and Frost Sabers and looked at the three men with a smile. The three men had lost all their courage. It could be said that they didn't even have the courage to fight him.    

    

No matter what kind of expert it was, once he lost his courage, it was already considered pretty good that he could exert sixty to seventy percent of his strength.    

    

Wang Qi was cultivating the Iron Lute Palm. He clenched his teeth and attacked with both of his hands. Wu Yilong's weapon was a pair of Dragon Balls. At the same time, he charged from the side with the momentum of Mount Tai.    

    

However, Long Minzhu, who should have cooperated with them initially, held the silver whip in her hand. She did not charge forward. Instead, she jumped backwards like a swallow into the forest and escaped into the woods beside her.    

    

Miao Jingfang, who had been hiding behind the door, saw that the opponent had killed dozens of Master Stage warriors with a single strike. She quickly passed through the entire manor and killed a few servants that she had bumped into before escaping through the back door.    

    

Initially, these three people didn't have much chance of winning, but now, another one had escaped. Although Wang Qi and Wu Yilong were secretly complaining in their hearts, they could only brace themselves and charge forward.    

    

Now, these two fellows were already scared out of their wits. Forget about sixty to seventy percent of their martial arts, they did not even use thirty to forty percent of it.    

    

Zhao Yiming's figure flashed and rushed into Wu Yilong's arms. He thrust both of his hands into Wu Yilong's chest, then he split Wu Yilong in half.    

    

Wang Qi was startled. He didn't expect the opponent to be so fierce. Not even a complete corpse was left behind. He was feeling incomparably regretful right now. Why did he have to provoke such a disastrous star?    

    

However, his weakest skill was the Lightness Skill. Even if he ran with his life on the line, he might not be able to outrun a Master Stage warrior. If he wanted to retreat now, it would be as difficult as climbing the heavens.    

    

His knees went soft, and he fell to his knees with a thump. He cried out loudly, "I was blind to not recognize Mount Tai, and offended Cult Leader Zhao. I hope that Sect Master can spare my life. I'm willing to pledge my loyalty to Sect Master from now on."    

    

A cold smile hung on Zhao Yiming's face. He slapped his head with his palm. What was the use of such a soft bone?