C700 Too Disappointed
C700 Too Disappointed
Just as everyone was discussing, after Yang Ming finished the burial, his mana continued to surge. Light flashed in his eyes as he looked at the three of them and said coldly.
"I remember that you were with him. Since he died, you all will follow him into hell."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, the three of them were stunned for a moment. Then, their expressions darkened as they looked at Yang Ming with malevolent killing intent!
This was especially so for the black-clothed youth. With a single step, the longsword behind his back appeared in his hand, emitting a powerful sword aura!
Clearly, this was a peerless flying sword!
He looked at Yang Ming and said coldly!
"Yang Baicheng, you mean it's because of the tomb, and the three of us are going to die as well right?"
"Since you dare to come to me, you should first prepare everything. How can I, Yang Baicheng, be a kind person?"
Yang Ming sneered and replied coldly.
"Hahaha, this is really funny, really funny!"
The youth in black suddenly laughed out loud. However, his face turned cold as he looked at Yang Ming, pausing after each word.
"Don't think that just because you killed Buried away that we are nothing special. Let me tell you, being buried amongst the four of us, our strength is the lowest. You killing him is nothing to be proud of!"
"Not bad. Burial is indeed quite powerful, but compared to us, it's still a long way off. If you think that killing Burial will make the three of us lambs waiting to be slaughtered by you, I'm very sorry to tell you this. You are wrong, and especially wrong."
The middle-aged man sneered and said disdainfully.
"I never thought that the three of us would face such a situation one day!"
The old man sighed, looked at Yang Ming, and shook his head. It seemed that he did not expect that after walking unhindered in Immortal Realm for so many years, the day would come where he would suddenly be looked down upon by a junior!
He looked at the three of them with a relaxed expression, as though he was slaughtering chickens.
"Too much nonsense!"
Facing the three people, Yang Ming did not hold back and sneered.
"Too much nonsense? Yang Baicheng, you are truly arrogant. Since that's the case, let me teach you a lesson! "
The youth in black sneered. With his sword in hand, he walked in front of Yang Ming without leaving behind a single trace of himself.
"Really?" You think you are worthy? "
Yang Ming also coldly refused, his momentum was not weak at all.
"Yang Baicheng, I don't know where you got the courage from, do you think you can ignore all the experts in the Immortal Realm just by killing a tomb? If that's the case, then I am too disappointed in you! "
The old man sighed and looked at Yang Ming.
After cultivating it to the Great Perfection, he did not train in any other Great Dao. Furthermore, according to his own understanding of the Great Dao, he created the Nine Techniques of Killing, which is the power that stands above the three thousand Great Daos! "" The power of nine techniques is the power of nine techniques.
"Can you not be so quiet and spouting nonsense, and just take action?"
Hearing that, Yang Ming scratched his ears and said impatiently.
"There's really no way to save him. The treasure trove is in front of us, so naturally we should focus on the treasure trove. Since you insist on doing so, then come, I'll grant your wish!"
Hearing this, he calmly replied. He raised the sword in his hand and his aura had completely calmed down. He stood there, unmoving, as if he had become one with the sword.