Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents

43  Chapter 43: The Strongest Sword, Slaying the Great Grandmaster continuously.

As for the true motives of the Vajra Holy Monk to besiege him, Jiang Ming had also made some conjectures. They probably wanted the cultivation skills in his possession: the Shaoyin Scripture and Shaoyang Scripture.

They must have also discovered that he had obtained two other scriptures from the Ninth Princess.

Not to mention the numerous general outlines of godly powers that he had traded for.

This was an immense wealth and indeed the real foundation of inheritance. The Dalin Temple could take action under the pretext of revenge, and no one could object.

The inquiries just now had disappointed him.

Among the three, none had shown any unusual reactions. They should not be aware of the massacre in the Black Wind Village.

"If it's not these three, who else could it be?" Jiang Ming pondered, his gaze turned to the man holding the giant axe, his brows slightly furrowed: "North Barbarian, Iron Battle!"

From him, he sensed an overwhelmingly violent aura, accompanied by a sense of familiarity. This was the powerful one who had been covertly watching when he had slain the Xuanming Master months ago.

The different party paid no attention, his aura continued to escalate, clearly gathering power, preparing for an incredibly wild attack.

Jiang Ming didn't care, he simply looked at the third person and couldn't help but sneer coldly: "Sect Leader of the Demon Sect, Yang Kaitai. You were almost vanquished by Master Zhang, yet you failed to learn your lesson. Reaching the Great Grandmaster Realm, you dare jump out and make a stir? You're truly courting death."

"Good indeed, Vajra Holy Monk, your Dalin Temple not only colludes with the Demon Sect, but also joins forces with the people of North Barbarian. Are you not ashamed of the Great Yan blood flowing through your veins, are you not ashamed of the land under your feet?"

Without giving the other party a chance to speak, Jiang Ming turned to accuse the Monk Puhui, preemptively labeling him with a large hat.

His voice thundered, echoing far and wide.

"Betrayers of both country and clan, Puhui, Vajra Holy Monk, is your Dalin planning to overturn my Great Yan Dynasty? Execute!"

"Go to hell!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, Five Elements Performance!"

Jiang Ming roared angrily. Before his voice had even faded, five peculiar auras emanated from his body, stirring the void Dao Resonance and creating different realms of comprehension, each representing the true essence of the five elements: wood, fire, earth, metal, and water.

Arranged in the order of generation and restriction, then merged together, they were infused into the sword arts.

The void hummed, and the Sword Qi Storm reappeared.

This time it was much stronger than the Ten Thousands Swords Return to One Introduction that had been infused with the Slaughter Sword Intent. It was at least ten times more powerful, terrifyingly so, turning the sky dome a different color and even making the wind rise and clouds surge, a heavenly phenomenon.

The Slaughter Sword Intent was, after all, something that he had just begun to comprehend, and he had only just scratched the surface, whereas he had long comprehended the power of these five realms to the Great Success Realm.

He had even integrated the five realms in a preliminary manner to form the real power of Five Elements. Even though it was an initial integration, the might it exhibited had reached an indescribable level.

This was also one of his strongest finishing moves.

"Not good!" The Vajra Holy Monk's face changed dramatically, a sense of impending death emerging in his heart, "Vajra Immortal, Dragon Slayer Skill!"

His body emitted a golden light and swelled a little, not only activating the Vajra Immortal supreme skill, but also integrating the Vajra realm of comprehension, pushing his defense to the absolute limit..

Simultaneously, he activated another protective skill, which actually evolved a dragon-shaped phantom shadow encircling his body.

North Barbarian's Iron Battle and Demon Sect's Yang Kaitai also changed colors in quick succession.

The power exerted by this sword made their hearts tremble.

"Axe Breaks the Wilderness, open for me!" Iron Battle roared, his axe light spanning over thirty meters, and he slashed directly at the oncoming Sword Qi.

Attack against attack.

Yang Kaitai also demonstrated his secret art.

At this moment, these three Great Grandmasters exhibited the extreme limits of their prowess.

Boom...

The void thundered, and Heaven and Earth trembled.

Every strand of Sword Qi was comparable to the strike of a Grandmaster, densely and ceaselessly falling like spring rain or heavy downpour, easily ripping apart Iron Battle's axe's light, shattering his treasured axe.

Then, it completely annihilated Iron Battle's protective Gang Qi.

"How could it be so strong?" Iron Battle cried out in despair.

He was confident about confronting Elder Zhang and even if he was no match, he could hold out for a while, but he couldn't withstand the attack of the young man in front of him.

How could this be, how could this be!

"I shouldn't have coveted the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Secret Art for further progress, to suppress Elder Zhang, to become the world's number one, to establish a lasting foundation for our North Barbarian. I can't accept this, I can't accept it..."

Iron Battle roared desperately, and then he suddenly stopped.

His incredibly sturdy body was pierced by tangible Sword Qi into a sieve, instantly resulting in his death.

He was nearly obliterated.

"Greed is a deadly sin. I shouldn't have believed Monk Puhui's words, collaborating in secret with the Essence of righteousness and evil, to control the world of martial arts. It's over, it's really over!" Yang Kaitai couldn't hold on much longer, he lamented with a sigh and was slain on the spot.

Ding, ding, ding...

The Vajra Holy Monk held on the longest, but even though he had the strongest defense, he eventually had his defenses broken by the Five Elements Power of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One Sword Qi, tearing his body apart.

The Sword Qi that penetrated his body, bit by bit destroyed his internal organs.

"What are you exactly? A human or ghost? A demon or monster?" The Vajra Holy Monk stood still, and until the Sword Qi dispersed, he hoarsely asked Jiang Ming.

"I'm Immortal!" Jiang Ming coldly replied, "Dalin Temple was a top sect in the world of martial arts, yet why did you get greedy for the Cultivation Skills and Secret Arts in my possession? Huijian was like that, and so are you. Attempting to cultivate Buddhahood, yet you cultivated the greed and desire to kill, losing all sense of right and wrong!"

"The Dynasty is on the verge of collapse, the world is about to be plunged into chaos, and the same is true for the world of martial arts. We must plan for the future. The peerless sutras and unparalleled secret arts in your possession are too numerous, too numerous. These are invaluable for our sects, and if obtained, can ensure our prosperity for a thousand years." The Vajra Holy Monk, with blood trickling from the corners of his mouth and spurting out from his body, seemed to be unaware of his state, speaking slowly. "Join forces with the Demon Sect and invite the North Barbarian. No matter what upheaval comes in the future, neither in the dynastic court nor in the world of martial arts, our Dalin Temple will be invincible. Alas, alas, you are even stronger than Elder Zhang. This is Heaven wanting to destroy me, wanting to destroy me. Three Great Grandmasters join hands, yet are all killed by you. Ha, ha, ha..."

He then spat out a mouthful of fresh blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

Anyone else in this state would have long died.

But he was still holding on.

The incredible vitality moved Jiang Ming greatly.

"It's not a sin to fight, I'm just too powerful!" Jiang Ming showed a smile, "And there's another saying, man proposes, but God disposes. One wrong step and the whole game is lost. After today, your Dalin Temple will undoubtedly be obliterated in the future, mark my words."

"You want to destroy..." The Vajra Holy Monk suddenly widened his eyes, showing a furious expression, and then his vitality rapidly faded, and he fell backwards.

"Of course, I will!" Jiang Ming lifted his head, gazing up at the flowing clouds in the sky, he murmured, "Just because you surround me, I can't counterattack? What kind of logic is that! Sun and Moon Demon Sect, Dalin Temple, North Barbarian, I am coming for all of you. Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and kill for ten thousand miles."

Bai Yunfei and the others in the distance looked in horror as the land around Jiang Ming turned into ravines, and saw the three Great Grandmasters being killed.

"The three Great Grandmasters were all killed in a single move?" Bai Yunfei was startled, finding it hard to wrap his head around the fact.

Even his Master would not be assured of victory against such a group, let alone killing them, in a single move.

"We witnessed a miracle!" He Qianshan's mouth dried out, and extreme excitement was written all over his face, "He walks not the path of Ruthless Swordsmanship, nor that of Emotional Sword, not even the Slaughter Sword, how has he become so powerful?"

As he murmured, his eyes were filled with fanaticism.

It seemed that in his dazed state, he saw another path of Swordsmanship.

The few of them started walking towards Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming nodded to them, turned around to look at the approaching constable Jin, who looked grim and urgently announced even before getting close, "Brother Jiang, something has happened in the Mansion."