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Chapter 332: Holy Light of Heavenly Punishment! (New)
"You are Li Ming from China!"

Facing Araki's hoarse roar and terrified reaction.

Li Ming did not deny it, but just looked at him coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives.

Countless images flashed through Araki Fuyuki's mind in an instant - the latest riser of the Great Wall of China, the successor of the Angel Club, a monster whose physical strength was comparable to that of a nuclear bomb...

He should have thought of it earlier that Jingtian was just a fake identity and Li Ming was his real name!
"You are here to hunt down the Lord of Thousand Shadows Palace...right?" Araki Fuyuki's voice became weaker and weaker, his eyes filled with despair.

Li Ming did not answer, but slowly raised his hand, and the power of holy light condensed into a lightsaber in his palm.

"No... don't kill me! I can help you! I can tell you her whereabouts and secrets..." Araki Fuyuyuki struggled to retreat, but his body was unable to move.

"It's too late." Li Ming's voice was cold and ruthless.

The lightsaber fell, Araki Fuyuki's head rolled to the ground, and blood splattered all over the ground of the altar.

At the same time, the crystal projection of the altar was triggered, and the scene inside the ninth floor was clearly displayed in front of Fujiwara, Yasong Mitsuko and others.

When the wings of light behind Li Ming spread out and his physical strength exploded, the entire audience fell into deathly silence.

Fujiwara's face turned pale instantly and he fell to the ground with a thump. His legs trembled uncontrollably as if he had seen the most horrifying scene in the world.

"He... He is Li Ming? Li Ming from the Great Wall of China?!" Fujiwara's voice was sharp and trembling, as if someone was strangling his throat, "That... the son of the butcher?!"

Yasong Guangzi covered his mouth tightly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Her body trembled slightly, and the scene when Li Ming first entered the altar kept replaying in her mind - that gentle and humble young man, now turned into the destroyer of the altar, killing the unreachable mountain in their hearts, Lord Araki, with one move.

"Wings of light... the power of holy light... the body is like colored glaze..." Yasong Photon's voice was as low as a mosquito's whisper: "He is actually a Chinese. He is actually the terrifying young man in the legend!"

A complex emotion surged in her heart, including fear and an inexplicable awe.

The other spectators were so frightened that some collapsed to the ground, while others retreated frantically, as if trying to escape from this horrifying scene.

"Araki Shaun... is dead?" A guardian of the altar said tremblingly, his voice full of despair: "He was a mid-S-class expert! How could he... be killed in one move?"

"Li Ming...what kind of monster is he?!" another person screamed in horror.

The entire area outside the altar was in chaos.

Everyone was so shocked by Li Ming's true identity and terrifying strength that it was as if they had seen the end of the world. They all forgot to escape.

Li Ming just glanced at it indifferently, without any expression on his face. He folded his light wings and looked into the depths of the ninth floor.

I saw a purple channel slowly taking shape.

Swish!
With a teleportation, he disappeared on the ninth floor.

The chaos at the altar had already begun, with debris falling from the cracks in the dome and the ground beginning to crack.

As soon as Li Ming's figure disappeared in the purple passage, the entire altar seemed to be caught in an irresistible disaster.

The cracks in the dome widened, and huge rocks fell from the sky, causing the ground to shake violently, as if the earth was wailing. The cracks in the ground were rapidly expanding, and the altar building began to collapse silently, like an ancient temple about to sink. "Huh, the temple master should kill him!" The moment Li Ming disappeared, Fujiwara breathed a sigh of relief, and the panic on his face slowly faded away.

however.

Just as she finished speaking... from the passage deep in the ninth floor that had not yet completely disappeared, a holy and blazing light suddenly burst out again.

This light tore through the air like a divine punishment. Wherever the light reached, the surrounding space seemed to tremble violently, as if even time was distorted by this force.

Fujiwara, Yasong Mitsuko, Yamura Kamiki and others outside the altar felt the destructive force from hell almost at the same moment.

Fujiwara's legs had long lost feeling, and he slumped to the ground, his eyes fixed on the approaching light.

The sound that came out of his throat was extremely weak, as if even the strength to speak was suppressed by this overwhelming pressure.

"No...why would he kill me? Impossible...am I not the heir of the Fujiwara family...I am still fighting for the honor of the family...how can I die here..." Her mind quickly flashed through the glorious history of the family and the unrealized plans. However, these ideals that once supported his arrogance completely collapsed at this moment and disappeared without a trace.

The moment the light touched Fujiwara, her body quickly dissolved like a wax figure burned by fire. Her skin, muscles, and bones evaporated layer by layer until only a charred mark remained.

Fujiwara's eyes widened like dead fish, unable to believe that she would die under this light. Finally, her consciousness completely dissipated and turned into nothingness.

Yasong Guangzi stood there, her eyes filled with unbelievable fear. Her whole body began to tremble slightly, but she still could not recover from the shock of this disaster.

Li Ming, the young man who had been gentle and humble in the altar, now turned into a demon who destroyed everything. She kept replaying the scene when she first met Li Ming in her mind - that shy and gentle young man seemed to have nothing to do with the current destroyer.

“Wings of light… the power of holy light… he is actually Li Ming from China… he is so cruel…” She whispered to herself, with undisguised fear and despair in her voice.

When the light approached again, Yasong Photon finally woke up, but it was too late. Her eyes widened and she screamed, "No! I don't want to die! I am a descendant of the royal family! I..."

However, before she finished her words, the light flooded her like a torrent. Her body quickly disintegrated in the light and evaporated in an instant, leaving not even a trace of ash. Only the silver hairpin in her hair flickered for a moment in the dissipating light, and then it also disappeared.

Yamura Kamijou was the only one who tried to escape.

As an S-level strong man, his speed was extremely fast, and he rushed out of the altar almost the moment the light appeared.

There was a mixture of fear and powerlessness in his eyes, but he still tried to escape from this disaster with his S-level strength.

"Just a little faster... just enough to get out of the range of the altar..." Yacun Shangshu gritted his teeth. The energy in his body had been stimulated to the extreme. His steps were as fast as lightning. He rushed towards the outside world with hope and a hint of luck.

However, the speed of the light far exceeded his expectations, as if it was connected to space, and it caught up with him almost instantly.

"No! This is impossible!" He turned around, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was terrified. The light was chasing him closely behind him like a thorn in his flesh, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

"I'm S-class! How could I die here! How could I die from his attack?!" Yamura Kamishu roared and tried his best to break free, but this irresistible force made him unable to move.

Just before he died, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely shattered.

The light finally touched him, and his body turned to ash in a flash. Skin, muscles, and bones melted like candles under the scorching light, and in the end, only his heart was left beating in the light for a moment, and then it turned into nothingness.

(End of this chapter)