Chapter 1348: He was No Longer the Familiar Jiu Ming II
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Advanced Holy Warrior tier?”
Master Jiu Ming was an Advanced Holy Warrior?
Furthermore… his strength was obviously stronger than Jiu Luo’s original strength, and even stronger than Feng Ruqing’s subordinate who was at Advanced Holy Warrior tier!
“He is already halfway in King Warrior tier!”
No one knew when Gu Shi had returned, but his hair was in a mess and his head was pretty dusty. He was dressed shabbily and was incredibly dishevelled.
Gu Yiyi turned her head to look at Gu Shi. “Father, didn’t you run away? Why did you come back?”
Gu Shi did not speak as his face darkened.
Was he actually so cowardly and fearful, weak and useless in this little girl’s heart, so pathetic a man that he would run away at the sight of trouble?
“Manor Master Gu, did you just say that he already has halfway in King Warrior tier?”
Feng Tianyu looked at Gu Shi as he asked.
The corner of Gu Shi’s lips curled up into a smile. “In this world, there are quite a few people who are called kings and emperors. However, I say that there has not been a true king in this world! Only those who have reached the realm of King Warrior deserve to be called King!”
Although Holy Warriors were considered strong, there was a world of difference when they were compared to King Warriors.
Take Wu Yu and Jiu Luo as examples. With their kind of cultivation… they were surely unable to withstand so many attacks from Hu Qing.
However, the strength that Jiu Ming had… this proved that… he was already halfway in King Warrior tier.
However, Jiu Ming had yet to stop breathing. In fact, it was starting to grow heavier.
His whole being was obviously a little different as even the air surrounding him had turned a little gloomy.
Snap!
The mask that was originally covering his face instantly snapped into two by the gale that arose, showing off an incredibly handsome face.
The crowd knew that Master Jiu Ming had always put on a mask when meeting people and had never shown his true face. Besides the people from Deities Gate, no other people knew how he really looked.
There were so many speculations of Master Jiu Ming’s looks.
Today… that handsome face that was comparable to a heavenly deity was like a sledgehammer, ruthlessly knocking into everyone’s hearts.
n.o.body had ever thought that Master Jiu Ming would actually look so dashing. He was like flowers growing on both sides of the riverbanks, enchanting and incomparable.
However, these people snapped out of their shock very quickly as they looked at that lightning mark that was between the corner of Jiu Ming’s eye and his brow. It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured onto their hearts, leaving them completely cold.
Under the gale, the man’s purple robe fluttered as the lightning mark below his brow was covered in a faint purple light. It looked wicked and peculiar, like a ghost in the dark of the night.
“That’s not right…” Gu Shi frowned hard as his face changed. “Maiden Xiao Qing, quickly stop him! He is using some kind of method to raise his cultivation. If he continues to raise his cultivation, I am afraid that there will be very serious sequelae!”
Without Gu Shi saying more, Feng Ruqing realized Jiu Ming’s intent as she very quickly raised her hand —
The huge pot received her order and immediately rushed over to Jiu Ming.
The gale surrounded Jiu Ming and before the huge pot was able to approach Jiu Ming, it was caught up in the gale and was sent flying into the sky as it cried out in a pitiful wail like a strong knight never to return. “Buzz!”
After that…
Under the sight of everyone, it disappeared.
Feng Ruqing was left speechless.
She helplessly face palmed. She had overestimated her huge pot. What was she to do now?
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Jiu Ming slowly opened his eyes and he looked at Feng Ruqing with deep feelings that had turned cold and emotionless at this moment.
The mark on his face had also expanded, covering half of the man’s face.
“What are you?”
Hu Qing was shocked as he looked at Jiu Ming, feeling fl.u.s.tered.
The man in purple raised his hand and with a clench of his fist, a purple sword appeared in his hand.