Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents Chapter 47 – Chapter 47: Chapter 47: When I Want You Dead, You Must Die

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: When I Want You Dead, You Must Die.

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Jiang Ming used his thin Qi and meticulous mental control to help Constable Jin transform his Qi and enter the Master-level Realm.

Throughout the journey, Constable Jin took great care of Jiang Ming, attending to his every need and making him comfortable.

Although they took many stops along the way, they eventually reached the territory of Dalin Temple.

“Brother Jiang, are you really going up the mountain?” Inside the carriage, Constable Jin massaged his leg, looking like a little girl in anyway he could.

“We've come this far; of course, we're going up the mountain.” Jiang Ming held a book, thoroughly enjoying it. “Any recent developments?”

They had been traveling for two months.

“There's quite a bit!” Constable Jin had received quite a few messages along the way.

For example, around Dalin Temple, there were no fewer than a thousand martial artists gathered, with perhaps even more hidden from view.

Divine Fist Sect, Lengyue Palace, Divine Sword Villa, and so on had all sent people over.

The nearby stationed army also seemed to be taking some sort of action.

A powerful North Barbarian had entered Great Yan Nation but left no trace behind.

Although the Demon Sect members were well-hidden, some clues could still be found.

Dalin Temple was under martial law.

The Six Gates had also dispatched constables.

And so on.

Outside, hidden currents were raging.

The carriage suddenly stopped, and Lu Yuan's voice rang out: “Nangong Haoran, Brother Nangong, what do you mean by blocking our way?”

“Brother Lu!” Nangong Haoran, clad in white, carrying a long sword, tall, and with an icy aura, said, “I kindly ask you to turn back. The world of martial arts is already chaotic enough. If you continue up the mountain, 1 fear it will trigger a fight that will involve the entire world of martial arts. When that time comes, countless innocent people will be implicated, with no regard for their lives. How can you bear it in your heart?”

“Brother Nangong, they say you are full of righteous indignation and love getting involved in the world's injustices. Do you find this unbearable?” Lu Yuan sneered. “When Brother Jiang was besieged in Mount Dependence City, why didn't 1 see you speak up? The second time, Zhao Zhengyi initiated another attack on Brother Jiang, and three Great Grandmasters stepped in, yet we still did not see you. If you could not intervene the first time, that would be fine, but what about the second time?”

“As for triggering a fight in the world of martial arts and implicating the common people, that's even more outrageous.”

“The Vajra Holy Monk colluded with the Demon Sect and the North Barbarians. What do you think that represents? It means that Dalin Temple wants to rebel, which will cause countless innocent people to die miserably.”

“Nangong, 1 never would have thought that you, who always act impartially, upright, and solely focus on sword skills, would sell your life for Dalin Temple.”

Lu Yuan sighed.

Jiang Ming also got off.

Constable Jin followed.

“So you're Jiang Ming?” Nangong Haoran's gaze passed over Lu Yuan, and he looked at Jiang Ming. The long sword on his back buzzed and vibrated, then jumped out, drawing a streak of light before landing in his hand.

He flicked it into the air, and Sword Qi sprayed out, its powerful aura soaring into the sky.

“Rumor has it that you killed Xuanming Master first, then killed three Great Grandmasters with a single sword. I don't believe it!” Nangong Haoran stepped forward. “I consider myself unparalleled in sword skills, and the only one who can compare with me is the Sword God He Yiming of Divine Sword Villa. As for you? I want to see if you're as strong as the rumors say.”

Jiang Ming laughed.

Lu Yuan quickly jumped off the carriage, stood between the two, and said to Jiang Ming with a clasped fist, “How about I take care of this, Brother Jiang?” “Fine!” Seeing his serious expression, Jiang Ming nodded.

Lu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that if Jiang Ming took action, Nangong Haoran would undoubtedly die. Turning around, he looked at Nangong Haoran with helplessness, “Why did you have to step into this muddy water?”

Nangong Haoran remained silent.

“The Nangong Family has great influence. Maybe…” Lu Yuan didn't finish his sentence but instead said, “I will fight on behalf of Brother Jiang. Brother Nangong, make your move!”

“Brother Lu, I appreciate your kindness, but please step aside; you are not my opponent.” Nangong Haoran said, “1 am already at the peak of the Master-level, but I still cannot comprehend Sword Intention, and I cannot progress any further. Now that I have encountered a peerless sword master, how can I give up!”

“Haven't you heard that one should take a fresh look at someone they haven't seen for three days? The me today is not the same as the me in the past!”

“Brother Lu, it's not that I look down on you, but apart from being able to run, you have no special skills at all!”

“Brother Nangong, am I truly that bad?” Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, his face turning slightly unpleasant.

At the very least, he used to be a powerful Master-level martial artist!

Was he really good for nothing except running?

Who was he looking down on!

He thought of the time when he was called 'Lu Paopao' in Black Wind Village and couldn't help but grind his teeth.

“Brother Nangong, other than your sword, you're good for nothing. However, from now on, apart from Brother Jiang, who in the world can make me run?” Lu Yuan raised his hand for a Shaoze Sword thrust.

Buzz…

Sword qi pierced the air, containing the Wind's Intentions, reaching the ultimate speed. In a blink, it was close to Nangong Haoran, who was alarmed. He immediately blocked it with his long sword, but the force pushed him back five or six steps.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

Lu Yuan continued to wield sword qi, forcing Nangong Haoran to retreat more than fifty meters away.

With his footing in disarray and his face flushed.

Lu Yuan finally stopped and said with a sly grin, “Brother Nangong, you see, I'm truly good for nothing, except defeating you with my sword techniques.” “This is not a sword skill!” Nangong Haoran's defiant lips trembled as he turned to leave, quietly saying, “Thank you!”

“From now on, I am just a wandering swordsman!”

Nangong Haoran used his Light Skill and quickly left.

“In the world of martial arts, one can't help but be bound,” Lu Yuan sighed inexplicably, then said, “Are we still going to sit?”

“I'm tired of sitting; let's walk up the mountain!” Jiang Ming walked forward with his hands behind his back.

“Walking up the mountain is better than riding a carriage, huh?” Lu Yuan snorted and quickly followed.

Constable Jin remained silent and followed as well.

Behind them, there were constables from the Six Gates to take care of the carriage.

There were people watching on both sides, waiting to see what would happen.

Lu Yuan kept greeting them.

At the base of the mountain.

Their path was blocked.

“Amitabha Buddha, may 1 know the reason for Master Jiang's visit to our humble temple?” A wrinkled-faced old monk stood before them, surrounded by a strong aura of death qi, but with bright eyes.

Thirty-six strong monks stood around him, each holding a steel rod as thick as a goose egg and staring at Jiang Ming fiercely.

“To annihilate!” Jiang Ming spat out these two words and waved his hand.

Lu Yuan opened his mouth to say something but chose to step aside instead.

Constable Jin didn't say anything either, only looking at the old monk with some pity.

“Amitabha Buddha, the Vajra monks acted on their own, and their actions don't represent our Dalin Temple. Master Jiang, seeking revenge for a single injustice only invites others to seek revenge against you. Why not just leave?” The old monk frowned, suppressing the anger in his heart.

“I also act on a personal basis!” Jiang Ming couldn't help but laugh, “Dalin Temple still looks down on me. If you truly wanted to apologize, you should have shown sincerity from the start, at least bowing three times. But now, you send a dying man to greet me. Isn't it obvious that you want to confront me, kill me if you can, or at least test my strength?”

“I should have killed more.”

“Three Great Grandmasters can't force your arrogant heads, which only serve Buddha, to bow.”

“Fine, today I will send you all to see the Buddha Master.”

Jiang Ming saw through Dalin Temple's intentions.

“Master Jiang, you will go to hell!” The old monk laughed and shouted, “Tathagata Demon Subduing Array, suppress this demon for me!”

Buzz…

His body swelled, and a violent aura stirred up a raging torrent. His strength even surged to the Great Grandmaster Realm.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The thirty-six rod monks instantly shifted positions, surrounded Jiang Ming, and directly attacked with their rods powered by their qi.

They were all Innate experts.

The shadows of their rods roared, blocking out the sky.

“Now it's interesting! Say you're going to attack and then do it. Be ruthless; don't stop until you kill!” Jiang Ming laughed, “It's rare to have a perfect solution in the world. I want you dead, so you have to die!”

With a grasp, qi formed into a sword..

Chapter end