CHAPTER 570: CHAPTER 570, WEI HU

"Oh, what do you have to be dissatisfied with?"

The sinister-looking middle-aged man was not angry; instead, a hint of interest appeared on his face as he asked indifferently.

"The North Sea Demon Saber and Southern Wilderness Iron Swordsman are naturally famous, I admit I’m not as good as them. But why does this young, wet-behind-the-ears kid dare to compete with me for the spot?"

Ku Ming’s gaze swept over everyone, unexpectedly landing on Chu Ming, his face showing anger.

Chu Ming was slightly startled, while the sinister-looking middle-aged man frowned. After all, even he couldn’t gauge Chu Ming’s depth. The reason he chose Chu Ming was purely based on intuition, guessing that Chu Ming was no ordinary person.

"How do you intend to prove it?"

Chu Ming’s expression remained calm and unperturbed as he responded indifferently.

"Prove what?"

Ku Ming’s face remained composed, but there was a tenacious look in his eyes, like a whirlpool, indicating his physical cultivation had reached an extreme level.

"Prove that I am stronger than you!"

Chu Ming said softly, but as soon as these words were out, everyone else’s faces changed drastically, looking at Chu Ming as if he were already dead.

"This Chu Ming is truly reckless. Doesn’t he know Ku Ming once killed an eighth-level top-tier Demon Beast with a single punch?"

"In my opinion, Ku Ming will certainly be ruthless this time."

"Ah, youngsters today are far too arrogant, fearless like newborn calves."

Even the North Sea Demon Saber, Liu Dan, and the Iron Swordsman, Xue Wuhen, slightly narrowed their eyes in disdain towards Chu Ming.

The sinister-looking middle-aged man frowned, feeling similarly that Chu Ming was being imprudent. He had given Chu Ming a spot; Chu Ming should have accepted it gracefully instead of provoking Ku Ming, which was unwise.

"Haha, boy, you’re the first to speak to me like this. Today, I’ll tear you to pieces with my iron fists."

Ku Ming laughed angrily, his yellow cloth robe fluttering in the wind. At the critical moment, he punched towards Chu Ming with dominating golden light dancing like a wild dragon. The air in the narrow space was instantly compressed into a white wave, spreading out in all directions.

The surrounding Martial Artists were astonished; Ku Ming’s punch gathered at least ninety percent of his strength. Even an eighth-level top-tier Demon Beast would likely die immediately.

Chu Ming’s black hair fluttered, his face calm and resolute without fear of the incoming Golden Dragon Fist Force. Only when it was within three meters did he meet it with his fist, Desolate Power erupting, forging a piece of red iron in the air as if molten glass.

Boom!

As Chu Ming’s punch landed, the entire sky darkened. A black crack extended along the trajectory of Chu Ming’s fist. The North Sea Demon Saber Liu Dan’s expression changed drastically and the force of the punch pushed him back three or four meters.

Bang, bang, bang...

As the two fists collided, golden and red light sparkled like fireworks, painting the entire sky.

Ku Ming was dignified, a layer of golden brilliance casting upon his face like a living Buddha. But as everyone held their breath, tiny cracks began to climb slowly from Ku Ming’s face, gradually spreading.

Pfft...

Ku Ming’s body retreated rapidly, spewing three or four mouthfuls of blood before stabilizing himself, looking at Chu Ming as if he’d seen a ghost.

With one punch, Ku Ming’s golden form was shattered!

Boom!

Chu Ming’s right foot stomped the ground, a terrifying wave of air rising from his feet. His body hunched over like a shooting beam, his right fist extending, muscles bulging, fist force like a dragon, once again sweeping towards Ku Ming like a falling comet.

Boom!

With Ku Ming’s golden form shattered, he had no strength to resist. His entire body was obliterated into a mist of blood by Chu Ming’s punch, blood swirling. Chu Ming stood in the blood mist, like a blood-colored Godslayer.

The entire place fell silent; a pin drop could be heard. Even the sinister-looking middle-aged man was shocked into tumultuous waves within.

Ku Ming’s strength was not weak; even for him, defeating Ku Ming wouldn’t be possible without three or four hundred moves. Yet, Ku Ming couldn’t withstand even two punches from Chu Ming, turning into blood mist. Wouldn’t that imply Chu Ming wouldn’t need ten moves to kill him?

Only now did the sinister-looking middle-aged man understand Chu Ming’s formidable strength, realizing that his original intuition about Chu Ming was indeed accurate.

The scene was silent for three to four breaths before everyone came to their senses, looking at Chu Ming as if he were a demon.

"Is my strength enough now?"

Chu Ming retracted his fist, turning to ask the sinister-looking middle-aged man calmly.

"Enough... enough!"

The sinister-looking middle-aged man had seen many storms and strong people. Initially surprised, it was mainly because of the drastic change in Chu Ming’s demeanor that caused a significant shock. Now, he quickly regained his usual composure.

The North Sea Demon Saber Liu Dan and Iron Swordsman Xue Wuhen, now looked at Chu Ming not with mere apprehension but with utter fear.

Only the elderly man in white, ethereal and god-like, retained a deathly still expression like deep water, with only a slight ripple when Chu Ming’s two punches killed Ku Ming.

"Come, I’ll take you to meet the other members of the Blood Cloud Squad."

The sinister-looking middle-aged man spoke softly to Chu Ming and the other three, then led the way towards an abandoned palace on the outskirts of the Undying Sea, with Chu Ming and the others closely following him.

During their journey, through conversation, Chu Ming and his companions learned the middle-aged man’s name, Wang Feng, one of the squad’s two deputy leaders.

"Blood Cloud Squad consists of five members including me, the weakest being invincible in the Guiyuan Realm. The team leader is Wei Hu, I’m one of the two deputy leaders, and the other deputy leader is named Long Yuan."

In the sky, Wang Feng explained the Blood Cloud Squad’s situation while flying. There were many squads like Blood Cloud Squad around the Undying Sea, but they were usually formed temporarily to capture the Undying Flower from the sea.

Moreover, many Sect members were there, whose strengths generally were higher than ordinary Martial Artists, hence didn’t need to join any squads.

In fact, Chu Ming’s strength alone didn’t require him to join a squad either. But he knew nothing about the Undying Sea, joining the Blood Cloud Squad was mainly to gather information. Once the time was right, he would leave naturally.

"Recently, many members of the squad have died, putting our leader in a bad mood. Don’t provoke him,"

Wang Feng cautioned the four, though this advice was mainly directed at Chu Ming. He assumed the others wouldn’t dare provoke Wei Hu. Despite Chu Ming’s formidable strength, he remained a potential threat within the Blood Cloud Squad.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Soon, the five landed before an abandoned palace. Looking up, Chu Ming saw a burly middle-aged man seated before the palace, threads of purple mist swirling around his head, like the arrival of auspicious purple clouds.