Bei Huangqi thought he was using the same move again, but he was mistaken. The next move would be even stronger!
Besides Bei Huangqi gripping the Star-grade artifact, the black sword in his hand, Ming Zhitian instantly drained the spiritual energy from all the artifacts present, channeling it into his fists! Ten thousand artifacts were rendered useless.
The Nanmang Gauntlets could not withstand the immense, overwhelming spiritual energy and began to crack. Before this, Ming Zhitian had already vanished!
Carrying the ultimate power of all the artifacts, he unleashed his fists simultaneously! Blood trickled from Ming Zhitian's gums; he was giving it his all!
Bei Huangqi felt his hair stand on end! He mounted the Nine-Headed Ice-Fire Beast and leaped upwards!
Gripping the black sword tightly with both hands, he unleashed his most powerful strike: "Mad Demon Sword Art!"
The two artifacts collided! Two massive auras instantly swept in all directions! The surrounding four hundred disciples, unable to dodge in time, were either injured or dead.
The two remained locked in a stalemate for a long time, each waiting for the other to be exhausted.
After a long while, a dark, immense aura and another deep blue, immense aura, locked in a struggle, reached the brink of collapse.
The colors gradually faded. Suddenly, Bei Huangqi spat out a mouthful of blood! Ming Zhitian quickly dodged the spurt of old blood!
Bei Huangqi was repelled dozens of feet, and the Nine-Headed Ice-Fire Beast, unable to bear the pressure, collapsed. In mid-air, Bei Huangqi inserted his sword to stabilize himself. He had lost.
Ming Zhitian's Heaven-grade artifact also couldn't withstand the pressure at this moment and exploded, its immense spiritual energy returning to the heavens and earth.
Fearing that Bei Huangqi might make a comeback, he quickly put on the Emperor-grade artifact, the Cold Iron Gauntlets, and prepared to continue fighting.
Bei Huangqi panicked internally: "I'm in the ninth stage of the Yin Scar realm, yet I'm no match for even one of his moves?"
Ming Zhitian asked, "Do you want to fight again?!"
The six sect masters stepped forward to shield Bei Huangqi, but they dared not attack rashly.
Bei Huangqi recovered and stood up, propped by his black sword. He waved his hand, dismissing them, and looked at Ming Zhitian, "You are very good. Tell me, what is your legitimate reason for appearing here today and killing two of my sect masters?"
Ming Zhitian cut to the chase, "Huo Longgang. I don't know which sect he belongs to. I only know his disciple touched my wife. It should be easy to investigate. As for Wu Shang Jin Bie, that old scoundrel, can you believe that when I was extremely weak, he not only took the legacy my master left me, destroyed my introductory letter, but also intended to take my life? Tell me, should such men be killed or not?"
Bei Huangqi said, "So you came today for revenge?"
Ming Zhitian stated without fear, "Both for revenge and to seek justice for my wife."
Bei Huangqi said, "May I know your name?"
Ming Zhitian said, "My name is Ming Zhitian. If you want to fight, fight. Why all the nonsense?"
"Arrogant! How dare you speak to the Grand Sect Master like that?" said Gou Junni of the Nianyu Sect.
Ming Zhitian sneered, "And what are you? How dare you speak to me like that? Are you looking to die?"
"You!" Gou Junni, though furious, dared not speak. He feared Ming Zhitian would truly make an example of him.
"Enough," Bei Huangqi sheathed the Star-grade artifact, the black sword. "Since it was a misunderstanding, let this matter be dropped."
"What?!" The remaining six sect masters, out of the original eight, looked at Bei Huangqi in disbelief.
Ming Zhitian also sheathed his artifact. "Since you don't want to fight, you're quite straightforward. May I ask who you are?"
Bei Huangqi was taken aback. "After fighting for so long, you still don't know who I am?"
Ming Zhitian stated plainly, "No."
Bei Huangqi said, "I am the Grand Sect Master of the Eight Sects and Twelve Gates of this Lanshan Lake and Sea, known as the Peerless Black Sword, Bei Huangqi."
Ming Zhitian said, "The name is too long, I can't remember it."
"Ming Zhitian! Do not be so arrogant!" Mei Landong of the Jingying Sect pointed accusingly.
Bei Huangqi waved his hand. "Daoist Friend Ming, you see, your great revenge has been achieved, and you have avenged your 'sister-in-law'. However, my other six sect masters have been injured by you, and these hundreds of disciples are either dead or wounded. Do you not owe me an explanation?"