Ultimate True Lord

He lowered his head slightly and glanced at his palm. On the main metal strip of the ghost hand claw, there was a small dent from a metal impact. In addition, there was a white scratch from his palm to the base of his thumb, where a sharp weapon had cut through.

Clearly, it was a second scratch after the initial collision.

However, his hands, as if wrapped in a thick leather glove, felt no pain whatsoever. The opponent's daggers couldn't even break Jiang Ming's skin, let alone draw blood.

"Lu'er, run!"

"This person uses the Red Sand Palm technique, and his cultivation is based on soft energy. He even went deep into the mountains to gather herbs for others. It's most likely Jiang Ming, the one who cooperated with Wen Jin, the second young master of the Wen family! Send this message back... Guang Sheng Medicine Shop will help me get revenge!"

On an open space.

Scarface shouted to his nephew, then charged straight at Jiang Ming, clearly intending to use his life to hold off the enemy.

He did this in exchange for his nephew's chance to escape.

"Second Uncle!"

The young man glanced at the scarred man with reddened eyes, but could only grit his teeth and leave, his eyes filled with resentment, as he frantically fled into the distance.

"what!"

Scarface's palms were bleeding, but he continued to throw punches, channeling his soft power into a full-force outburst.

He exchanged blows with Jiang Ming several times, colliding repeatedly.

The bones of his arms trembled and vibrated, almost cracking from the penetrating force. The muscles of his fists and forearms were torn open, exposing severed muscle fibers, with blood spurting out as they were ripped apart by the ghostly claws.

Despite the excruciating pain, Scarface stared intently at Jiang Ming with bloodshot eyes, desperately trying to buy his nephew time to escape.

In Jiang Ming's dark pupils, the ink-black light distorted, coldly reflecting the scarred face gritting its teeth and the departing figure of the young man in the distance.

His strong, tall figure moved forward slowly, step by step, the oppressive aura closing in. A strange, eerie smile appeared on his face.

"The bond between you two, uncle and nephew, is truly touching."

"hehe."

"Let me send you all to your deaths, so we can reunite in the afterlife."

Jiang Ming smiled slightly, then struck out with his palm, his arm flashing like lightning across the scarred man's left shoulder. A flash of silver light, and a large chunk of flesh was torn off.

Scarface cried out in pain and finally staggered backward, his back hitting a tree trunk, before sliding down completely exhausted.

His gaze remained fixed on the tall figure slowly approaching ahead. It was as if the scarred man wanted to memorize this person's appearance and carry it with him to hell.

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs!"

He made a fierce expression, revealing his bloodstained teeth.

My nephew has already run quite a distance. If he can get news of the murderer to Guang Sheng Pharmacy, the pharmacy will definitely avenge him!

"Yeah?"

Jiang Ming walked closer and closer, his face still showing a calm and composed expression.

Scarface was about to speak when suddenly his vision blurred. He abruptly realized something and turned sharply to look at his nephew who was running away in the distance.

Suddenly, the figure that had run nearly a hundred meters through the woods collapsed to the ground with a thud, lying motionless.

His eyes widened instantly, and he turned to look at Jiang Ming.

"Your lime powder is poisonous!"

The next second, the scarred man's vision blurred more and more. He could barely make out Jiang Ming's face; it was all a blur.

"You know too much."

Jiang Ming stood tall in front of him, looking down at him.

The indifference and coldness in his eyes were terrifying.

"Snap!"

Jiang Ming acted without hesitation, ending the scarred man's life with a single palm strike. Then, he walked away and dragged the young man over.

Another slap, two lives lost.

Jiang Ming squatted down and began to carefully search the body.

Unfortunately, there were no martial arts manuals or similar items.

They even had very little money.

"Poor wretch."

He made a comment and slowly stood up.

Through this real battle, Jiang Ming finally understood his own strength levels under different conditions and gained a clear understanding. After all, the valuable experience gained in a life-or-death battle is far superior to that of ordinary sparring.

"The proportion of *Gynostemma pentaphyllum* powder needs to be increased."

"The effects of the poison powder took effect too late, which may be related to the fact that the opponent is a martial artist of both strength and softness."

"The proportion must be increased by at least double from the original level."

Jiang Ming gained another useful lesson.

He took a deep breath, then began to destroy the evidence, slashing the areas on Scarface's body where he had been struck by the Red Sand Palm. Once the smell of blood spread, it wouldn't be long before a pack of wolves from the mountains came and took care of everything.

Jiang Ming got up again, intending to survey the surroundings before leaving.

Sudden.

He saw a burly figure slowly approaching from the distant mountains and forests, its mane rustling against the tree trunks. It was a powerful mountain bear, seemingly drawn by the scent of blood.

"Something's not right with this bear..."

Jiang Ming's eyes narrowed, as if he had seen something unusual.

The bear's body seemed to be covered in a reddish-brown substance, like a thick layer of mycelium, drifting and swaying. This made the bear appear exceptionally large, towering at what seemed like four or five meters tall.

"What is that?!"

Jiang Ming's pupils contracted.

He suddenly saw a dark red shadow, resembling a twisted human figure, clinging tightly to the wound on the bear's back, behind its neck. Dense swarms of fungi were spreading from this spot.

"Giggle giggle..."

A strange sound rang out.

In the distance, the black and red humanoid figure seemed to sense something, slowly raising its head. Its scarlet eyes, covered with dense mycelium, glanced at Jiang Ming's location.

However, it was completely empty; there was nothing there.

There were only two footprints that were deeply embedded in the ground due to the sudden burst of lightness skill.

Jiang Ming has already run away.

The moment he saw the strange thing, without the slightest hesitation or doubt, he unleashed the Crescent Moon Step with all his might and fled silently at high speed.

This thing is clearly not human!

Jiang Ming wasn't foolish enough to stay and have no intention of confronting this ghostly or godlike thing head-on.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

Another strange sound rang out.

The mountain bear slowly walked towards them, its body covered in black and red mycelium that completely enveloped the surrounding trees.

It seemed to be controlled by the strange thing at the back of its head, and remained quietly on the two corpses of Scarface and his nephew, but did not lower its head to eat.

After waiting for a moment.

The bear turned and left, its red fur appearing even more vibrant.

On the spot lay two shriveled corpses, their bodies covered in fungal hyphae. They were so decayed and rotten that they seemed destined to turn into dust that very night.

Time passes little by little.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

In the distance, in a dense thicket of grass.

A tall, thin figure, pale-faced and trembling, staggered out.

He was one of the guards in the herb-gathering team from Guang Sheng Pharmacy, and he had originally come with the scarred-face uncle and nephew to check for signs of the red herb. However, he only knew a little bit of basic martial arts, so naturally he couldn't keep up with the two in front of him.

Therefore, by the time the guard arrived, he already saw the scarred man and his companion fighting Jiang Ming. He felt that all three were martial arts masters, and that he was just there to make up the numbers; he might easily be killed.

Therefore, they only dared to watch from afar while hiding in the bushes, and dared not show themselves.

Who would have thought that this dodge would lead him to witness the scene of the scarred uncle and nephew being beaten to death by Jiang Ming. And then there was the subsequent bizarre sight of a bear-man covered in dense, scarlet mycelium.

"So there really are mushroom ghosts in these mountains!"

"What Old Li said—that the legend of the True Lord sealing away the Fungus Demon a thousand years ago in the Yancang Mountains—is true! The Fungus Demon has really escaped!"