Under the guidance of Hengshan, Ye Ming was led to an underground parking lot.
"You don't seem worried at all?" Hengshan asked, looking at the youth beside him with a half-smile.
"Just say what you want directly. My time is very precious," Ye Ming stopped.
There was a hint of arrogance in his words.
Hearing this, Hengshan shook his head slightly, hands behind his back, "Young people nowadays have no idea of the immensity of the world. They think a little skill makes them arrogant. They don't realize there's always someone better!"
With his hands behind his back and a sigh, he did indeed give off the air of a master.
"Kid, I hope you understand your place. Not everyone is qualified for you to provoke. Do you understand?" Hengshan looked directly at Ye Ming, an invisible pressure emanating from him, making the air around them feel exceptionally heavy.
But Ye Ming seemed completely unfazed by the pressure, calmly meeting his gaze, "Are you referring to Qianyu."
"It's Miss Qianyu. I hope you'll watch your address," Hengshan's tone grew heavier upon hearing this, and the pressure he emitted became even more potent.
Ye Ming remained as if nothing had happened, his expression unchanged.
"This kid can withstand my pressure." Hengshan discarded all his condescension, his expression becoming serious.
He realized then that this seemingly ordinary young man was not simple.
"Oh! Is that so?" Ye Ming said with a light smile, "But she seems to like it when I call her that."
Hengshan's face darkened. "Hmph! It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Hengshan waved his right hand, and the lackeys behind him stepped forward, surrounding Ye Ming. "Be careful, don't kill him."
Upon hearing this, they drew their short knives and lunged at Ye Ming.
They were clearly a group of ruthless individuals.
Caught in the center of the encirclement, Ye Ming had nowhere to escape.
"Oh! Right, you seemed to be using pressure on me earlier?" Ye Ming looked at the incoming attacks, stomped his foot on the ground, and a surging aura erupted from him, spreading outwards like a tidal wave, "Watch this. This is what pressure should look like."
"Boom!"
Almost instantly, everyone attacking him felt a vast, crushing force descend from the heavens, pressing down on them. They had no room to resist, their bodies feeling as if burdened by thousands of pounds, pinned to the ground, unable to move.
Under this pressure, the blood in their bodies even began to flow sluggishly. An unprecedented sense of suffocation instantly pervaded their entire bodies.
Then their vision went black, and they directly fainted.
"This..."
Hengshan, witnessing all this, was left with a blank mind.
Although he hadn't personally experienced the power, he could already feel the suffocating sensation from its lingering aura.
"You... you're also an ancient martial artist." Hengshan quickly retreated, pointing at Ye Ming with a trembling hand.
Ancient martial artists, in essence, were those who had studied ancient martial arts techniques.
However, with societal development, these ancient martial arts that had been passed down through the ages had gradually faded into the river of history. Now, only a few ancient martial arts lineages remained in the world.
While modern technology far surpassed the ways of ancient martial arts, in terms of individual combat, ancient martial artists possessed a unique advantage.
Ye Ming had naturally encountered ancient martial artists during his five years of wandering.
At first, he thought they were cultivators. But after truly understanding the ancient martial arts system, he dismissed that idea.
The path of immortal cultivation and the path of ancient martial arts were on entirely different levels.
In fact, the moment Ye Ming first saw Hengshan, he recognized him as an ancient martial artist.
Based on his judgment, Hengshan was merely a Martial Disciple.
In the ancient martial arts system, there were clear requirements for the division of strength.
Beginners were considered disciples, known as Martial Disciples.
Those who could sense Qi were considered masters, known as Martial Masters.
Those who could control Qi could become kings, known as Martial Kings.
Those who could transform Yuan could become patriarchs, known as Martial Patriarchs.
Those with Yuan Hearts were called emperors, known as Martial Emperors.
Those who integrated with Heaven were called gods, known as Martial Gods.
And each realm further had divisions of early, middle, late, and perfection.
Therefore, in the path of ancient martial arts, Hengshan had only just begun.
However, if ordinary people underestimated a Martial Disciple simply because they were a beginner, it would be extremely dangerous.
This was because the strength of a Martial Disciple was such that even ten adult men could not match them.
...
Upon sensing the pressure released by Ye Ming, Hengshan was certain that Ye Ming, like him, was an ancient martial artist.
Furthermore, based on his judgment, Ye Ming was a Martial Master who had cultivated true Qi.
Otherwise, the pressure Ye Ming had just released could not have given such a strong sense of suffocation.
There must have been the embellishment of true Qi.
"My lord, spare me. This lowly one has eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, offending you. I hope my lord will be magnanimous and let me go."
Having determined that the other party was a Martial Master, Hengshan immediately knelt down.
His previous demeanor of a master had completely vanished.
"Tell me, who sent you to find me," Ye Ming walked up to him and asked coldly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hengshan nodded frantically, his face filled with excitement, "The person who sent me is..."
Hengshan didn't finish his sentence. He suddenly drew his right hand from behind his back, a black pistol appearing in his hand, aiming at Ye Ming.
"Bang!"
Hengshan didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger directly.
A burst of flame erupted, shooting straight towards Ye Ming's chest.
Although ancient martial artists possessed strong individual combat capabilities and high physical fitness, when faced with highly penetrative weapons like handguns, they could only evade.
Even Martial Masters of this level were no exception.
Therefore, with Hengshan's surprise attack, he was certain Ye Ming would perish here.
"Hahaha! Kid, you're still too..."
As Hengshan laughed maniacally, what he saw before him made him freeze in place.
At that moment, the bullet that had been fired was suspended in front of Ye Ming's chest, as if enveloped by an invisible gas, unable to advance.
"True... Qi leaving the body. You... you're a Martial King." Hengshan retreated abruptly, scared and falling to the ground.
He never expected that the person before him was actually a Martial King.
Based on his previous judgment, the other party should have been a Martial Master.
After all, throughout the entire province, there were only a handful of individuals who could reach the Martial King realm.
And those individuals were all as imposing as Mount Tai.
Yet now, before his very eyes, appeared such a young Martial King. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Hengshan would never have believed it.
"Very good!" Ye Ming's eyes were filled with coldness. With a casual wave, the bullet suspended before his chest changed direction, aiming at Hengshan.
"Go!"
Ye Ming flicked his finger, and the stationary bullet suddenly transformed into a streak of light, embedding itself into Hengshan's right leg.
"Ah!"
A pained howl escaped Hengshan's lips, and bright red liquid flowed from the wound on his leg.
"Since you're unwilling to speak, then don't blame me," Ye Ming said with no trace of mercy, his gaze cold as he walked towards Hengshan.
Two sharp lights flickered in his eyes, sending a chill down one's spine.
After all, where he grew up, he had learned a universal law of survival: the strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive.
Even though Ye Ming had adapted to hiding after integrating into human society, some imprints etched onto his soul could never be erased.
Hengshan clutched his right leg tightly. Seeing Ye Ming approach step by step, despair and fear filled his eyes. His body involuntarily recoiled, and he trembled, "You... don't come any closer. I'll tell you everything you want to know."
But as Hengshan saw the two eerie lights in Ye Ming's eyes, all his thoughts seemed to be frozen. He stared blankly at Ye Ming.
However, his pupils had lost all luster, as if dead.
"Unfortunately, I no longer need you to tell me," Ye Ming murmured to himself, placing his index finger on Hengshan's brow. "Soul Reading Technique!"
Soul Reading Technique.
A fifth-tier immortal technique, belonging to the category of sorcery.
Those who mastered this technique could easily peer into another's soul and read all their memories. And this was just the simplest application of the technique.
If one could cultivate it to its highest level, it was even possible to directly strip an enemy's soul from their body.
After a short while, Ye Ming learned everything. But when he looked at Hengshan again, his eyes were filled with killing intent.
It was not for any other reason, but because while reading Hengshan's memories, scenes of egregious acts, widely detested by gods and men, flashed before his eyes.
Among them, most were related to young girls in their early twenties.
This person!
He deserved to die!
"You will bear the consequences of your own deeds," Ye Ming said coldly, sweeping Hengshan with a glance.
Ye Ming extended his index finger, at the tip of which a cluster of red light condensed, exquisitely alluring.
"Go! Let the sinner experience the pain of soul devouring!"
Ye Ming flicked his finger, and a crimson beam of light instantly burrowed into Hengshan's body. The next second, screams of agony erupted.
And this was merely the beginning.
From then on, Hengshan would endure this pain every hour until his final sleep.
After completing all this, Ye Ming left the underground parking lot. His expression remained indifferent, and he muttered softly:
"Lin Zifeng!"