Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

Seated on the golden throne, he established himself as the central emperor!

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Chapter 133 The First Baturu of the Qing Dynasty

hum!

As Jingming sat down, the entire world trembled, and the flow of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams stopped at that moment.

Jingming stretched out his hands and slapped them as if on a dragon's desk.

Boom!

A thunderclap exploded in the ears of Qingwei and the other two.

With tremendous force, the Qi formation of the three people was directly broken.

puff!

A deep, muffled sound rang out in the silent space.

The three Qingwei brothers all hunched over and unleashed a burst of fiery energy.

As this Qi surged forth, the three people's Yang spirits instantly weakened.

"Daoist Master, I have won in the end."

After Jingming finished his attack, his aura quickly declined.

But ultimately, it was much better than the situation of Qingwei and the other two.

Vomiting blood is a symptom that severely depletes one's vital energy, not to mention that Suo Qingwei and the other two are currently in a state of Yang spirit, so what they are vomiting is their essence, energy, and spirit.

"Cough cough cough."

"I wonder if the emergence of someone like you in this world is a blessing or a curse."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Qingwei Yangshen's body trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Daoist Master, you think too highly of me. There are countless heroes in the world, and I am just one of them among the vast masses."

Jingming smiled slightly, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Qingwei, indicating that Qingwei could leave now.

"Haha, never mind."

"In the end, it was a miscalculation."

"I just hope you won't cause any more bloodshed."

Seeing Jingming bowing with his hands clasped, Qingwei smiled bitterly, and then his Yang God body dissipated and disappeared directly in front of Jingming.

Seeing their senior brother leave, the other two Taoists sighed and then left the spot.

The Qi formation of Heaven, Earth, and Man collapsed instantly as the three main figures left.

The Qi formation that had been briefly suppressed by Jingming completely dissipated.

Jingming's gaze fell upon those who were encompassed within the various Qi formations.

"Farewell!"

Upon being met with Jingming's gaze, some people immediately and decisively chose to run away.

After all, Jingming was originally a demon of the Quanxing sect, and now he carried the power of defeating three Yang Shen True Persons, Qingwei, so they could only temporarily avoid his sharp edge.

"See you."

Jingming smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd.

Instantly, those who were still hesitating stopped hesitating and just left.

"Ha, as expected, might makes right."

Watching the crowd scatter in an instant, Jingming couldn't help but clench his fist.

Yes, the remaining Qi can still be used to see that little emperor.

"How dare you gamble so recklessly in such a strategically important area as the capital!"

Just as Jingming was walking confidently toward the address left by Jin Guang Shangren, a loud shout rang out beside him.

Following the sound, Jingming clearly saw a tall man with a thick, black whip and wearing armor striding towards him.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Jingming put his hands behind his back, looked at the man, and asked softly.

Being able to see oneself suggests that one is likely not an ordinary person.

"The First Baturu of the Qing Dynasty!"

The man looked up at Jingming with his head held high and shouted with burning eyes.

"Baturu?"

Upon hearing the other party's title, Jingming couldn't help but chuckle.

There are far too many Baturu (a high-ranking official) in the late Qing Dynasty today.

"You audacious madman, are you disrespecting the warriors of the Qing Dynasty?"

Seeing Jingming's mocking gaze, the man couldn't help but roar.

"You will not tolerate the mockery of my Golden Family bloodline!"

As he spoke, the burly man charged toward Jingming.

Every step taken seems to have the momentum of a thousand troops charging forward.

"The Golden Family?"

"The bloodline of the Mongol Yuan dynasty?"

Facing the opponent's attack, Jingming narrowed his eyes slightly, welcoming the attack.

"Boom!"

Just as Jingming finished speaking, the man rushed in front of him, his huge, savage fist aimed at Jingming's face.

"This doesn't look like the wrestling you Mongols used to do."

Jingming tilted his head and simultaneously extended his palm to catch the other person's fist.

Then, with a pull and a tug, it was pressed down.

Boom.

With a sudden burst of energy, the big man slammed the weapon hard into the ground.

The bluestone slabs laid on the ground were all smashed and developed a dense crack.

"His strength is quite good, almost reaching the peak of external martial arts."

"However, there is still too little Qi. It's okay for bursts of power, but its endurance is terrible."

Is it congenital?

Jingming looked at the man he had pinned to the ground and said with a smile.

"If you know cultivation methods like Bajiquan Wulou Vajra, your practice should be twice as effective with half the effort."

"Unfortunately, you're going to die by my hand today."

"The First Baturu of the Qing Dynasty? I acknowledge you."

As he spoke, Jingming suddenly pulled with his other hand, dragging the man off the ground.

It was tossed aside.

"Unfortunately, times have changed. If it were a few hundred years ago, you would definitely be a great general charging into battle."

As he spoke, Jingming simply vanished from the spot.

"The leader is mighty!"

As Jingming appeared, the Golden Light Master, who had been cowering in fear inside the house, couldn't help but cheer.

Wang Yaozu, who was standing to the side, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Three Yang Shen True Persons formed a formation to surround and kill them; in this cultivation world today, practically no one can escape their clutches.

Unexpectedly, his own apprentice managed to escape.

Not only did they escape, but they also injured the three Yang Shen True Persons.

"Don't even think about getting revenge. Even if you're injured, they can still kill you if they want to."

Jingming glanced at Liu Mang, who was eager to try, and said softly.

"No, no, I'll listen to the sect leader."

Meeting Jingming's gaze, Liu Mang shrank back and shook his head repeatedly.

"Yes, take me to see that little emperor. I don't have much time left."

Jingming smiled, then spoke to the increasingly respectful Jin Guang Shangren beside him.