Open up and break into another world

Ghostlock Quasi-Saint's eyes widened in disbelief.

“Monarch Sword Master… is dead!?”

On his way here, Ghostlock Quasi-Saint had speculated on many possibilities.

The worst possibility was that Xu Ming wouldn't be able to hold out until he arrived and would be killed by Monarch Sword Master. A slightly better possibility was that Xu Ming would be forcefully suppressed and barely hanging on.

But…

Ghostlock Quasi-Saint never expected to see such a scene—Xu Ming was unscathed, while Monarch Sword Master was dead and gone.

Moreover, what shocked Ghostlock Quasi-Saint even more was that there wasn't a trace of a great battle on the Ancient Cultivation Battle Stage; in other words, no fierce battle had occurred between Xu Ming and Monarch Sword Master, and the battle had ended quickly and easily.

“What exactly happened? Did Xu Ming quickly and easily kill Monarch Sword Master?”

Ghostlock Quasi-Saint felt even more incredulous.

He randomly pulled over an ancient cultivator of the Thunder lineage and asked through voice transmission, “What happened on the battle stage just now?”

The ancient cultivator of the Thunder lineage who was questioned looked terrified and said, “Xu Ming… slapped Monarch Sword Master twice; then, he instantly killed Monarch Sword Master with a single spear…”

Two slaps!

Instant kill with a single spear!

“Ah!?” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint's jaw almost dropped.

At this moment, Xu Ming had already put away his spear and walked off the battle stage calmly.

“Hmm? Ghostlock Quasi-Saint, why are you here too?” Xu Ming said, slightly surprised.

“I…” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint originally wanted to say that he was worried Xu Ming would be killed by Monarch Sword Master, so he rushed over; but now, his worry was clearly unnecessary.

“Xu Ming, how is your strength…” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint didn't answer Xu Ming's question but instead asked.

“This… I'll explain to you after we go back!” Xu Ming said.

“That's right!” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint also understood that such things were indeed not convenient to explain here, “Then let's go back first!”

“Okay!”

However, just as Xu Ming and Ghostlock Quasi-Saint were about to leave, several figures suddenly teleported and blocked their path.

It was precisely North Cold Quasi-Saint, Yi Wood Quasi-Saint, Forge Universe Quasi-Saint, and others.

“Hmm?” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint's eyes turned cold, and his face darkened slightly, “North Cold, what do you mean by this?”

North Cold Quasi-Saint said with an ugly expression, “It doesn't mean anything! We're just asking Xu Ming to return what doesn't belong to him!”

What doesn't belong to him?

Ghostlock Quasi-Saint immediately understood—North Cold Quasi-Saint was talking about the treasure worth fifty drops of Chaos Origin Fluid that Xu Ming had won.

“That's right!” Yi Wood Quasi-Saint, Forge Universe Quasi-Saint, and others also echoed.

“Hahahaha…” Xu Ming couldn't help but laugh, “North Cold Quasi-Saint, can you really call this 'taking back what belongs to you'? This is the first time I've heard of it!—I'll say it again, can you have some shame?”

“Xu Ming, are you going to hand over the treasure or not!?” North Cold Quasi-Saint and the others had a very tough attitude; with several Quasi-Saints joining forces, they were able to disregard Ghostlock Quasi-Saint's prestige.

“If I don't hand it over, what can you do?” Xu Ming glanced at the Quasi-Saints disdainfully and sneered, “You wouldn't dare to make a move within the Ancient Cultivation Holy City, would you?”

“I…” North Cold Quasi-Saint really didn't dare to make a move within the Ancient Cultivation Holy City.

“Heh!” Xu Ming sneered disdainfully, preparing to ignore these few fools.

“Let's go!” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint was also too lazy to bother with them.

However… the tree desires tranquility, but the wind does not stop!

Whoosh! Whoosh! …

North Cold Quasi-Saint and the others flashed again, blocking Xu Ming's path.

“Xu Ming, if you don't return the treasure to us, you will be our mortal enemy!”

Fifty drops of Chaos Origin Fluid!

This was all the wealth of North Cold Quasi-Saint and the others!

For these treasures, North Cold Quasi-Saint and the others could completely abandon their shame!

“Hmm!?” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint's face finally completely darkened, “North Cold, are you ever going to be done with this!?”

North Cold Quasi-Saint shamelessly “reasoned”: “We only want to take back what belongs to us!”

Yi Wood Quasi-Saint and Forge Universe Quasi-Saint also knew that if they didn't get the treasure back from Xu Ming, then North Cold Quasi-Saint would definitely be unable to repay the huge debt; therefore, they also had a very firm attitude, standing completely on the same side as North Cold Quasi-Saint, advancing and retreating together.

“Xu Ming! If you hand over the treasure, this matter will be considered over!” Yi Wood Quasi-Saint said.

“That's right!” Forge Universe Master also sneered a few times, saying, “If you don't hand over the treasure, the day you leave the Ancient Cultivation Holy City will be the day of your death—don't think that just because you have Ghostlock Quasi-Saint protecting you, we can't do anything to you! With several of us Quasi-Saints joining forces, even Ghostlock Quasi-Saint can't save you!”

“Xu Ming, you can't use much of these treasures in your hands! Greed will kill you; I advise you not to be so greedy!” Another master also threatened.

“Hahahahaha…” Xu Ming couldn't help but laugh as he listened.

Too shameless!

He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen such shameless people!

And it was a group of shameless people!

“Are you courting death?” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint was truly angry.

“Ghostlock Quasi-Saint, we have no intention of being your enemy!” North Cold Quasi-Saint said, “We only want to take back what belongs to us!”

A playful expression gradually appeared on Xu Ming's face: “You really have no shame, do you? Since that's the case, I don't need to leave any face for you!”

“Haha!” North Cold Quasi-Saint said very shamelessly, “Not leaving any face for us?—How can you not leave any face for us?”

“Heh!” The playful look in Xu Ming's eyes grew even stronger.

Seeing this, North Cold Quasi-Saint, Yi Wood Quasi-Saint, and the others felt an ominous premonition in their hearts for some reason.

Just then…

Slap! ! !

An incomparably uniform slapping sound rang out on the faces of every "road-blocking dog" like North Cold Quasi-Saint and the others at the same time.

North Cold Quasi-Saint and the others were directly stunned—they had been slapped!

This was the Ancient Cultivation Holy City! It was strictly forbidden to make a move! Once someone made a move, they would be suppressed or even killed by the formation!—How could they be slapped here?

And the key was that they didn't know where these slaps came from!

“Hmm?” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint was also stunned—to know that even he couldn't make a move within the Ancient Cultivation Holy City; otherwise, he would also be suppressed by the formation.

“Could it be Xu Ming who did it?” Ghostlock Quasi-Saint couldn't help but think.

However, Xu Ming didn't even move!

There was no evidence to prove that Xu Ming made the move and slapped them!

“Hehe!” Xu Ming smiled very brightly.

That's right, it was Xu Ming who turned on the "Forced Face-Slapping" cheat to slap them. However, the "Forced Face-Slapping" cheat was untraceable, and there was no evidence to prove that Xu Ming made the move; therefore, the formation of the Ancient Cultivation Holy City couldn't make a judgment and couldn't suppress Xu Ming!

Xu Ming could completely use the "Forced Face-Slapping" cheat to slap them unscrupulously!

And North Cold Quasi-Saint and the others could only be slapped and couldn't resist; because, once they resisted, they would instead be suppressed by the formation!

Slap! !

Another incomparably uniform slapping sound rang out on the faces of every road-blocking dog at the same time.

Shameless?

It's okay!

Then Brother Ming will slap your faces!