Chapter Fifty-One: Unleashing a Bloody Massacre

With this punch, Jiang Ming unleashed a disorienting sensation of time and space in disarray.

Nine types of Yang intent fused into one; even if only a preliminary fusion, the explosive power made Jiang Ming’s own heart tremble.

It was simply too powerful.

Thunderous booms followed, like atomic explosions, as even the void seemed unable to withstand it, distorted and warped. The many martial artists encircling him were all blasted away, blood erupting from their mouths before they had even hit the ground.

Among them, five or six had their bodies explode on the spot, turning instantly into a mist of blood.

Over thirty masters and grandmasters had joined forces to attack him.

Not only had he withstood the siege, but he had also slaughtered several of them.

His strength was so overwhelming it inspired terror.

At that very moment, Jiang Ming’s aura suddenly declined—a side effect of all his inner energy being drained in an instant. Yet his vast dantian erupted like a volcano, pouring forth torrents of true qi that surged through his body in a roaring flood.

Just then, a sword light shot toward him from behind. It flashed like a streak of flowing light, seeming to pierce through space and time itself, arriving at Jiang Ming’s back in the blink of an eye.

Clearly, someone intended to take advantage of his weakened state.

The sword’s tip radiated an incredibly sharp aura—unbreakable, unstoppable, nothing could resist it.

Jiang Ming’s sudden decline, his exhausted aura, all seemed to signal to hidden observers that this was the perfect moment to strike.

Anyone would think he had spent all his strength and was at the end of his rope.

After all, look at the caliber of opponents he had just faced. Could anyone have survived that onslaught without being drained?

“Trying to take advantage?” Jiang Ming sneered coldly. His body twisted abruptly, and without any obvious movement, a single finger was already poised before the sword’s tip.

At his fingertip, a radiant star-like light blossomed, as dazzling as a lone star in the night sky.

The long sword halted mid-air, then exploded in a burst of blinding radiance. Unable to withstand the collision, this famed blade shattered on the spot.

The attacker’s pupils contracted, his hair standing on end, disbelief written all over his face.

His sword was a treasure among weapons—few in the world could compare.

And this was a sneak attack; even Master Zhang himself would have felt certain of a fatal blow under such circumstances.

Yet Jiang Ming had blocked it.

His strength, which should have been depleted, showed not the slightest decline.

He even shattered the treasured sword.

“What kind of monster are you!” The middle-aged man lost all composure, cursing as he retreated like a puff of blue smoke.

He wanted to escape.

His attack had failed; he must flee at once.

“Trying to run?” Jiang Ming’s smile was cold and chilling. With a slight movement of his foot, he shot after his opponent, faster and swifter than the fleeing man.

During the earlier battle, Jiang Ming’s mind had swept the field, observing every overt and covert expert around him.

This one before him was a grandmaster—not from the Great Forest Monastery, but a master of stealth, wielding the power of sharpness. According to secrets the Ninth Princess had revealed, Jiang Ming suspected he was the master of the Blood Shadow Tower—a notorious assassin organization.

In a flash, Jiang Ming closed the distance.

“Blood Shadow Tower Master? Since you’ve come, don’t think about leaving!” Jiang Ming declared, thrusting out a finger as a shooting star blazed across the sky.

It was his own technique—the Star Pointing Finger.

Built on the foundation of the Six Veins Sword, referencing countless finger techniques, and fused with the essence of wind, speed, and sharpness, it was his strongest creation.

A single point of starlight at his fingertip could pierce all illusions of the mortal world.

The Blood Shadow Tower Master was terrified—he could not dodge this attack. He raised his fist to meet the finger sword.

But his face changed drastically.

The force of his punch was pierced through, the protective energy ripped apart, then the attack broke his skin, ran up his arm, and shot out from his shoulder.

Just as the pain struck, his arm exploded.

A single finger shattered his limb.

With a resounding slap, Jiang Ming’s great hand swept out, true qi surging and vital energy coalescing into an enormous palm. He slammed the assassin to the ground, smashing a deep pit in the solid rock.

Landing, Jiang Ming planted his foot firmly on the man’s chest.

Other than wails of agony, all that remained was stunned silence.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ming’s feats struck terror into everyone present.

“Is he even human?” Chief Jin was utterly aghast.

“He’s not human; he’s a god!” Lu Yuan took a deep breath, the thick scent of blood helping to steady his nerves.

Jiang Ming’s strength made even this grandmaster feel insignificant.

“I was worried he’d be buried here, and I’d have to recover his body, but now I see there’s no need.” Lu Yuan felt much more at ease, but as he gazed at the corpses and the vast temple gates, a heaviness settled in his heart. He sighed inwardly, “Brother Jiang always says, ‘Don’t invite disaster and disaster won’t come.’ Look at the people the Great Forest Monastery has invited?”

“Eight of the Demon Sect’s Twelve Kings are here. After their leader Yang Kaitai’s death, these are their strongest forces, and now almost all of them have come. Knowing how strong Jiang Ming is, they still brought so many. Isn’t that foolish?” Lu Yuan continued.

“It isn’t just foolish—they must be confident. After all, this is the Great Forest Monastery, with a thousand years of accumulation, countless masters, and plenty of experts invited. Against such might, who in this world could stand in their way? Not even Master Zhang.” Chief Jin replied earnestly. “Their confidence likely stems from a desire for revenge. In the Demon Sect, if you don’t avenge the leader, who could take the throne? This is probably also a test to see who is most suited to be the next leader.”

“Reasonable. But whatever the case, they’re finished. The Demon Sect is doomed this time.” Lu Yuan sounded almost gleeful. “Have you noticed? The leader of the Sea Sand Gang, the chief of the Giant Whale Gang, the head of Blackwater Sect—they all seem to be little brothers to the monastery.”

“Oh, and those few burly, scantily clad warriors radiating violence—they must be from the Northern Barbarians.”

“And see those in black, with a chilling official air about them—could they be government agents? How interesting!”

“For all these terrifying figures to witness Jiang Ming slay the Holy Monk Guangming, blast several grandmasters apart with a single punch, and severely wound the rest—this is unbelievable.”

“I was stunned myself.”

“But that wasn’t all. When Jiang Ming was ambushed just now, my heart nearly leapt from my chest. That was a grandmaster, attacking at the precise moment Jiang Ming’s aura waned. The timing was flawless—if it were me, I could not have survived.”

“Yet Jiang Ming blocked it—with a single finger.”

“And then killed him in return!”

“This…” Lu Yuan couldn’t help but grin.

It all felt absurdly unreal.

“That must have been the Blood Shadow Tower Master—he was actually a grandmaster. What a shock,” Chief Jin sighed, then wondered, “But as the head of a killer organization, why did he get involved?”

Jiang Ming pondered the same question.

“The Great Forest Monastery offered too much!” came the answer from beneath his foot.

“As a grandmaster, what could tempt you so?” Jiang Ming asked, perplexed.

The Blood Shadow Tower Master fell silent, then said, “Spare my life, and from now on, the Blood Shadow Tower will serve you.”

With a bang, Jiang Ming stomped down, crushing the man beneath his heel.

Serve me?

Jiang Ming would never keep an assassin by his side—it was neither prudent nor necessary.

His gaze shifted to Master Pudu.

The abbot trembled, pressed his hands together, and forced a compassionate, humble smile: “Benefactor Jiang, what must I do for you to spare the Great Forest Monastery?”

“To spare you?” Jiang Ming replied, pouncing forward. “So long as I live through today, I will show mercy!”

Today, he would unleash a massacre.