Jiang Wuming, upon receiving Dongfang Xiaoyao's call, immediately exited his car, channeled his true qi to the Yongquan acupoints on the soles of his feet, and rushed to Hanshan Temple with all his might.
Earlier, he had witnessed the tragic scene in the courtyard of Hanshan Temple and heard the arrogant words of the black-armored warriors!
At that moment, he was enraged to the point of madness. His roar, like a thunderclap, drowned out all other sounds. Simultaneously, he flashed to the front of the surviving members of the Martial Department's Sucheng office and grabbed the battle spear from the black-armored warrior's hand.
*Swish!*
The black-armored warrior, seeing the young man who had appeared out of nowhere, was first stunned, then his face contorted with rage as he tried to pull back his black battle spear.
However—
The black battle spear seemed to be stuck in the youth's hand, unmoving.
This result shook the black-armored warrior's heart, and he subconsciously spoke:
"You..."
*Whoosh!*
A sharp whistling sound instantly drowned out the black-armored warrior's voice.
Jiang Wuming clenched his right fist, filled with boundless rage and killing intent, and punched towards the black-armored warrior. True qi surged on his iron fist, like a beam of white light.
"Boom!!"
With a loud explosion, the black-armored warrior's head instantly burst open, and he died tragically on the spot!
"Uh..."
Seeing the previously brutal and bloodthirsty black-armored warrior's head explode, the surviving members of the Martial Department's Sucheng office were stunned into silence.
Having narrowly escaped death, they all stared with wide eyes at the slender figure before them, their hearts filled with the same question: Who is this?
The next moment, the answer was revealed.
Yan Jun, who had been forced to stop by the blood-stained silver-armored warrior, recognized Jiang Wuming at a glance and said with a hoarse voice, "Master... Master Jiang Wuming!"
*Swish! Swish!*
Nie Xing and Lu Feng's hearts stirred, and they immediately stabilized themselves, their gazes towards Jiang Wuming filled with excitement.
"It's... it's Master Jiang Wuming!"
"Master Jiang Wuming is here! Foreign scum, your time of death has arrived!"
Hearing Yan Jun's words, the surviving members of the Martial Department's Sucheng office felt as if they had returned to paradise from hell. They were overcome with joy, tears streaming down their blood-stained faces as they roared incessantly.
Hmm?
At the same time, the two silver-armored warriors sensed Jiang Wuming's aura and noticed something was wrong. They both turned and looked at Jiang Wuming.
"Hmph, a mere two-star, six-stage native dares to be so arrogant and presumptuous?!"
Among them, the blood-stained silver-armored warrior snorted coldly, his face filled with disdain and contempt.
In his eyes, a mere two-star, six-stage youth could not possibly change the situation on the battlefield. He and his companion could easily kill everyone present!
"Rumble~"
The response to the blood-stained silver-armored warrior was a deafening roar of thunder.
Jiang Wuming's eyes were red, and he furiously circulated his true qi and secret power, charging directly at the silver-armored warrior. True qi emanated from his body, manifesting as streaks of surging lightning, making him appear like a moving thunderbolt.
Thunderous Arcanum!
Jiang Wuming, filled with killing intent, did not hold back, unleashing his strongest martial art from the very first move!
"You seek death!"
The blood-stained silver-armored warrior shouted coldly, his figure flashing. With his sword, he unleashed a powerful strike. Silver true qi surged wildly, transforming into a silver sword beam that enveloped the sword and slashed fiercely at Jiang Wuming.
Jiang Wuming did not dodge or evade. Facing the blood-stained silver-armored warrior, he clenched his right fist and punched out again.
"Boom—"
Jiang Wuming's internal organs resonated, and his secret power surged forth, merging with his true qi and channeling into his right fist. It manifested as streaks of surging lightning, combining into a fist made of thunder and lightning, which collided with the silver sword beam.
Instantly, the silver sword beam exploded, and the sword in the silver-armored warrior's hand was knocked upward.
The thunderous light on Jiang Wuming's right fist dimmed slightly but lost none of its power. It continued forward, smashing fiercely into the silver-armored warrior's chest.
"Pfft—"
The next moment.
Under the gaze of everyone, the silver-armored warrior was struck as if by a cannonball. Both his armor and his flesh exploded simultaneously, sending blood and gore flying.
Following the black-armored warrior, the silver-armored warrior who had killed the most members of the Martial Department's Jiangnan branch was annihilated into dust by Jiang Wuming's punch!
Some of the blood and flesh splattered onto Jiang Wuming, only to be shattered into powder by the true qi emanating from his body.
"Master Jiang Wuming, well fought!"
"Bro... brothers, did you see? Master Jiang Wuming has avenged you!"
Witnessing this scene, the surviving members of the Martial Department's Sucheng office cried out in excitement. Some even collapsed to the ground, weeping bitterly.
At this moment, their tears were still stained with blood, but they were no longer tears of sorrow, but tears of excitement!
Not only them, but Yan Jun, Lu Feng, and Nie Xing, who was a two-star War God at the ninth stage, were also filled with emotion!
They parted their lips slightly, wanting to say something, but not a single word could escape. Their throats felt dry, and their blood seemed to be burning!
"You... you're only a two-star, six-stage War God, how can you be so strong?!"
At the same time, the last silver-armored warrior stared at Jiang Wuming with disbelief, struggling to even speak properly.
He knew very well the strength of the other silver-armored warrior, who had been at the two-star, ninth-stage War God for a long time and was on the verge of breaking through to the three-star War God realm, yet he was killed by a single punch from a two-star, six-stage youth!
This filled him with unimaginable shock!
After all, even in the outer realms, it was difficult for top martial arts geniuses to achieve such a feat!
*Whoosh!*
The response to the last silver-armored warrior was a whistling sound.
Jiang Wuming remained silent, his body darting out, charging directly at the last silver-armored warrior!
Escape!
The last silver-armored warrior's mind raced, his feet flickered, and he immediately dashed towards the temple wall on one side.
At this moment, his face was devoid of any trace of his previous brutality and bloodlust, replaced only by shock!
He was stunned and terrified by Jiang Wuming's combat power, knowing that facing Jiang Wuming would only lead to one outcome: death!
A strong survival instinct drove him to choose to flee immediately!
However—
As the silver-armored warrior dashed away, he sensed Jiang Wuming's aura behind him. Gritting his teeth, he swung his sword back at Jiang Wuming.
Jiang Wuming seemed to have anticipated the enemy's spinning slash. His body, while moving at high speed, shifted slightly to the side.
*Swish!*
The silver sword beam grazed Jiang Wuming's body, causing him no harm.
*Whoosh!*
At the same time, Jiang Wuming's speed did not decrease. He closed in on the silver-armored warrior, his right hand swinging out in a claw-like motion, grabbing the silver-armored warrior by the neck.
The silver-armored warrior's body instantly stopped, and then, like a little chick, he was lifted into the air by Jiang Wuming!
*Crack!*
"Pfft—"
The next moment, before the silver-armored warrior could resist or struggle, a crisp sound was heard.
Jiang Wuming instantly crushed the silver-armored warrior's neck, separating his head from his body. Hot blood gushed out, as if a rain of blood had fallen.
Bathed in the rain of blood, Jiang Wuming, holding the silver-armored warrior's head, swept his gaze across the corpses of the deceased members of the Martial Department's Jiangnan branch, then at the surviving crowd, and finally settled on Yan Jun.
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
Jiang Wuming's lips parted slightly, his voice hoarse.
This was the first thing he said to Yan Jun and the others after arriving at Hanshan Temple.
After eliminating all the enemies!
Hearing Jiang Wuming's words, and seeing the deep apology in his blood-stained face, Yan Jun, Nie Xing, Lu Feng, and the surviving members of the Martial Department's Sucheng office were all deeply moved.
*Swish!*
Immediately, Yan Jun placed his right fist over his heart.
*Swish, swish, swish...*
Nie Xing, Lu Feng, and the others, with red eyes and tears of blood, looked at Jiang Wuming and made the same gesture.
With their silent and solemn actions, they responded to the youth.
That was the most sacred respect of the Martial Department!
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