Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

This step made the hearts of the Quanxing members tighten suddenly.

"The Immortal Master Zuo is mindful of Wugensheng's... help in verifying his path to enlightenment."

Cui Ming's gaze swept over the faces of the Quanxing members, some filled with despair, others with rage, and still others with trembling, and he spoke slowly.

"I have secured a way out for you all."

life?

A glint of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Quanxing members as they stared intently at Cui Ming.

Cui Ming's lips curled into a malicious smile.

"but--"

He deliberately drew out his words.

"This opportunity depends on your... courage."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Ming's mind stirred slightly.

Behind him, Wuming received a signal, and the twelve flying swords hanging at his side trembled in unison. They then scattered and danced like swimming fish, their sword light weaving into a net that enveloped the Quanxing group.

Although the sword's edge hadn't reached them yet, the sharp sword energy had already made their skin sting.

"If you want to live."

Cui Ming spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Then you will need to take my sword—"

He paused, then turned to gesture to the nameless person behind him.

"Or perhaps you should choose... to take a sword strike from the disciple behind me."

"As long as one sword doesn't kill."

Cui Ming's gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the Quanxing Sect.

"Then you may descend the mountain on your own; I will not stop you."

He closed his folding fan and gently tapped his palm.

"Then... make your choice."

"Will you take my sword, or his?"

The members of Quanxing looked at each other, their faces pale.

To receive a sword strike from Cui Ming?

Although I did not see the scene inside the barrier with my own eyes.

But Wu Gensheng was severely injured and flew out; Zuo Ruotong was emaciated; and Cui Ming's armor was like that of a god or demon...

All of this demonstrates that this person's strength is terrifyingly powerful.

If you were to take a blow from his sword, you would probably be turned into mincemeat on the spot.

And what about that nameless sword?

Although this person also possessed a fierce aura and exquisite flying sword skills, compared to Cui Ming's unknown and terrifying power, it seemed that... there was still a glimmer of hope for him.

The group exchanged glances, their eyes darting around.

Just then, Gu Jiting, who had been supporting Wugensheng, suddenly raised his head.

There was no fear on his face, but rather a strange calmness.

"I'll choose first."

Gu Qiting spoke, his voice hoarse.

"I choose to accept..."

His gaze shifted to Cui Ming.

"...Master Cui, your sword."

Upon hearing this, the rest of the Quanxing members were all taken aback.

Why would anyone willingly seek death? Has Xiao Gu become stupid?

Then a flicker of realization and relief crossed his eyes—Gu Qiting had chosen Cui Ming, so could they…?

"can."

Cui Ming nodded, his expression unchanged.

A short sword flew out of the folding fan and hovered in the air, pointing at Gu Jiting.

"I! I choose to take his sword!"

The Quanxing members exchanged glances. Since Xiaogu was seeking death, they wouldn't stop him.

"Since this person has so many swords, why don't we test them together at the same time? What do you think, Hall Master Cui?"

The Quanxing members exchanged glances, and one of them stepped forward to probe Cui Ming.

"Of course, it's your freedom."

Cui Ming remained calm and composed.

Upon hearing this, the Quanxing members were secretly delighted.

With so many people taking the sword at the same time, it can distract the person to some extent, increasing their chances of survival!

But none of them noticed the corner of Cui Ming's mouth curving up behind his folding fan.

Nameless stepped forward with an icy expression, six flying swords hovering in front of him.

He raised his hand and gestured, and the six flying swords slowly turned their tips, pointing at the Quanxing members.

Cui Ming, on the other hand, looked at Gu Qiting.

"You still have a chance to change your mind before the sword flies out. How about it? Do you want to choose to go with them? Your chances of survival will be much higher."

Gu Jiting released Wugensheng's hand, gently handed the sect leader position to Mei Jinfeng, and then took three steps forward and stood still.

"No need! Master Cui! I believe that whether I choose you or that other person, the result will not change."

"If I had a choice, I would rather die at the hands of Master Cui. Let me witness your skillful methods!"

Gu Qiting took a deep breath, and a faint gray aura emanated from his body. His figure began to slightly distort and blur, as if he might disappear from the spot at any moment.

Gu Qiting was a family practitioner of sorcery, so there was not much difference between him and Cui Ming or Wuming.

But his choice made Cui Ming look at him in a different light.

As expected of one of the Thirty-Six Thieves, he still has some courage compared to these nameless scoundrels.

Cui Ming smiled slightly, pursing his lips.

Wuming received the order, and six flying swords locked onto the six people.

Cui Ming waited patiently for Gu Qiting to use his methods.

Cold sweat beaded on Gu Qiting's forehead. He found that no matter how much he activated his magic, the chilling sensation at the back of his neck lingered.

At this moment, his desire to hide his thoughts reached its peak.

However, no matter how much you think about it, it can't become a reality.

"Come, everyone, take the sword."

Cui Ming uttered two words.

The flying sword moved.

There was no earth-shattering display, no dazzling brilliance, only a thin line that flew straight toward the people who were being tested.

The six Quanxing members' pupils constricted sharply, and they immediately covered for each other, employing a variety of tactics!

There were also two other people, each attracting the flying sword, trying to make the two flying swords collide inefficiently.

But the six thin lines followed like shadows, ignoring all obstacles, and precisely entered the foreheads of the six Quanxing members.

They froze.

Their eyes quickly lost their sparkle, a red mark appeared between their brows, and then they all breathed their last.

The entire room fell silent.

Six elite members of the Quanxing Sect couldn't even withstand a single sword strike? Who exactly is this person? This ability to control objects is simply divine!

Chapter 228 Screening

The six Quanxing members who chose to take the nameless sword strike were all lying on the ground, their foreheads marked with bloodstains, and they were all lifeless.

The remaining members of Quanxing, Xia Liuqing, Mei Jinfeng, and three other wounded individuals, were all deathly pale, their legs weak, and they could barely stand.

Compared to the nameless man's incredibly swift and slender sword light, Cui Ming's short sword aimed at Gu Jiting was much slower.

However, it was this short sword that flew so slowly that Gu Jiting was covered in sweat.

There's no escaping it!

Gu Qiting used his sorcerer's methods to speculate for a long time.

But to everyone's surprise, he discovered that no matter what methods he used or how many times he changed his position, he could not escape the attack.

That slow-moving short sword will eventually pierce its own chest...

Illusion, formations, martial arts, spells...

Despite employing every possible means, the final outcome predicted by divination was always a short sword piercing through the chest.

Is this the existence that can defeat Wugensheng head-on?

Gu Qiting looked at the short sword that was slowly flying towards him and felt a sense of powerlessness.

Well, at least...

He didn't die at the hands of some nobody.

But just as Gu Qiting was calmly facing and preparing to accept his death.