Mythical Cultivation

It turned out that the person making this threatening noise was Gao Mingyuan, who was being held hostage by Wu Ming. He gnashed his teeth and roared:

"Hmph! You're dead, you little brat! When I catch you, I'll make you experience what it's like to be stuck between wanting to live but not being able to, and wanting to die but not being able to! I'll make you deeply regret coming to this world in the first place, and I'll personally let you experience what the most extreme and painful torture in the world feels like!"

Wu Ming was initially anxious, only concerned with saving his own life, and had no intention of ruthlessly attacking the man in front of him, Gao Mingyuan. After all, less trouble is worse than more, and getting away safely was the most important thing.

However, when Gao Mingyuan spewed out a series of extremely vicious words, Wu Ming instantly realized that he must not show any mercy to such a bandit who had committed so many evil deeds. Otherwise, if he loosened his restraints and allowed him to regain his freedom, this guy would definitely fight to the death to stop him from escaping.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming made up his mind and no longer considered letting Gao Mingyuan go easily. He gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, swung his arm violently, and the gleaming sword pierced Gao Mingyuan's hamstring like lightning.

With just two crisp sounds, Gao Mingyuan's left and right leg tendons were ruthlessly severed by Wu Ming. Even if Gao Mingyuan wanted to get up and chase, he couldn't do it in a short time.

"Ah! Boy, how dare you be so cruel as to cut my tendons! I will tear you into pieces!"

Gao Mingyuan roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger.

Faced with such curses, Wu Ming just smiled coldly and replied casually: "Shut up!"

Not wanting to waste any more time on this man, Wu Ming flashed behind Gao Mingyuan and, gathering all his internal energy, slammed down with a palm strike. The palm whistled past, landing firmly on Gao Mingyuan's back. Gao Mingyuan grunted, leaped forward several steps, and fell heavily to the ground.

Wu Ming took the opportunity to display his superb body skills, floating away along the winding path down the mountain like a light fallen leaf, and disappeared into the vast mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.

However, despite all his calculations, Wu Ming still missed a step. He was so focused on how to get rid of Gao Mingyuan's obstruction and escape smoothly that he completely forgot that Shen Hao also had the ability to prevent him from leaving.

Just after Wu Ming successfully threw Gao Mingyuan out, in less than ten breaths, Wu Ming retreated dozens of feet away.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound of swords rang out from behind him. The sound was like a whistling storm. Wu Ming's heart tightened, and he cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" Hastily, he dodged to the side.

Despite Wu Ming's quick reaction and agility, he was still a little slow. The sword flashed like lightning, and although it didn't pierce his chest directly, it still slashed through his arm.

In an instant, a sharp pain came over him. Wu Ming looked down and saw a hideous wound on his arm, deep enough to see the bone. Blood gushed out like a spring, instantly dyeing his sleeve red.

Faced with such a severe injury, Wu Ming had no time to treat the wound or stop the bleeding. In this life-or-death situation, he acted decisively, using all his spiritual power to direct his sword towards the incoming enemy blade. The sound of clang clang clang clang continued incessantly as the two swords clashed fiercely in the air, sending sparks flying.

Unfortunately, Wu Ming's strength was obviously inferior to Shen Hao's. Under the opponent's fierce attack, his sword was defeated step by step and was in danger.

But at this moment, Wu Ming had no way to retreat. He gritted his teeth, struggling with the enemy's sword while continuously retreating.

At this moment, Wu Ming caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that not far behind him, there were several figures chasing him rapidly like ghosts.

The leader was extremely fast, only a mere three hundred feet away from him, while the others were slightly further away. Without needing to look closely, Wu Ming knew that these people were none other than Shen Hao, the leader of the Black Dragon Village, and several of his hall masters!

Let’s talk about Shen Hao. When he saw Wu Ming retreating, the long sword in his hand, which had been ready to go, shot out like lightning and stabbed straight at Wu Ming.

Immediately afterwards, he flashed and arrived at the place where his second brother Gao Mingyuan was at lightning speed in the blink of an eye.

However, what Shen Hao never expected was that what awaited him was his second brother's heart-wrenching cry for help: "Brother! That despicable little thief cruelly severed my tendons. Big brother, you must catch this thief for me. I will make him regret what he did today for the rest of his life!"

Hearing his second brother's tragic cries, Shen Hao felt the rage burning in his heart, as if it was about to erupt, but he finally relied on his strong willpower to endure it.

Shen Hao took a deep breath, trying to calm the raging rage in his heart. He said slowly, "Don't worry, brother. Although your tendons are broken, they are not incurable. You should return to the village to recuperate for the time being. As for these two evil thieves, I will never let them go easily!"

After saying this, Shen Hao turned around, his gaze fixed on the five hall masters behind him, and he said in a deep voice, "The Master of the Martial Arts Hall will stay for the time being and escort my second brother back to the village for treatment. You must also properly guard the village to prevent any scoundrels from taking advantage of the situation. The rest of you, quickly follow me and hunt down these two daring thieves!"

"Yes, village chief!"

The five hall masters responded in unison, their voices shaking the sky, as if they could break through the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Hao and the other five men rushed towards Wu Ming like lightning. They were all agile and aggressive, and they seemed determined not to give up until they captured Wu Ming.

Wu Ming, already severely injured, was already far inferior to Shen Hao in strength. This was now exacerbated by the situation. Faced with the aggressive pursuit of the five men, Wu Ming had no choice but to flee with all his might. However, his speed was decreasing, and the distance between him and his pursuers was gradually closing.

"Am I really going to die here today?" Wu Ming thought to himself as he ran desperately.

Although he did not come to this world in his true body, he had just arrived here not long ago and had not even gotten to know the scenery of this world. If he died in such an unclear way, he would still feel unwilling.

Just when Wu Ming was feeling desperate, suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the air and reached his ears:

"Wu Qi, is your arm injured? I was wondering why you haven't caught up with me for a while."