My Swordsmanship Has No Upper Limit

"HISS..."

This scene caused the True Disciples of the six Major Sects and Prince Qinghe to turn pale.

Zhong Ming, however, had noticed something thanks to his close-up view of the battle and his Mirror of the Soul.

’It’s not resurrection. It’s a high-level application of Vaporization—he vaporized the fatal injury into nothingness.’

’The ’cause’ of his body being wounded has vanished, so his body naturally returned to its perfect state.’

Furthermore, Zhong Ming also discovered that Mingya hadn’t executed this ability on his own. Rather, a mysterious liquid burning within his body was what made it work.

"Did you see that? This is the power of my Youtan Race! I am invincible!"

Having returned from the dead, Mingya’s aura grew even more wildly arrogant. With his arms spread wide, he gave off an air of invincibility.

In response to his posturing, the True Disciples of the six Major Sects remained completely silent.

Prince Qinghe also understood now. He realized why Mingya had been arrogant enough to disperse the dark clouds and let Zhong Ming reveal his strongest form—this ability to return from the dead was truly too terrifying, too shocking.

While everyone was silent, stunned by his resurrection, Mingya turned his gaze to Zhong Ming. A savage killing intent flashed in his eyes. "Zhong Ming, I admit you are strong, but you can’t kill me!"

"BOOM!"

Before his voice had even faded, he transformed into a dark purple meteor and shot toward Zhong Ming.

His explosive power sent him leaping dozens of meters in an instant. Yet, in response to his charge, Zhong Ming, who remained high in the sky, was completely motionless, as if he had been stunned.

This sight brought a surge of secret joy to Mingya’s heart, and he pushed his speed even faster.

’Relying on Youtan Birth and Death to vaporize a fatal wound into nothingness was a powerful move, but the cost was also terrifying. Just one use had nearly depleted all the energy from the Holy Blood burning inside him.’

’Therefore, he could not use that move a second time.’

’His earlier wild and arrogant display had all been a pose, intended only to give Zhong Ming the illusion that he could revive infinitely, thereby making him hesitate to act rashly.’

’At the same time, he was praying—praying that the attack Zhong Ming had just launched was a terrifying strike he had spent a long time accumulating energy for.’

’It must be. That move has to be his ultimate technique.’

’Besides, Zhong Ming is clearly skilled in long-range attacks. As long as I get close, I can win!’

Muttering to himself as he charged toward Zhong Ming, he knew he had no other choice.

Youtan Heaven was not a forgiving place. Having accepted the Holy Blood, he had no path of retreat. He absolutely had to win.

...

"SWOOSH!"

As he drew closer and closer to Zhong Ming, who still made no move, the joy in Mingya’s heart grew stronger and stronger.

But just as Mingya thought his ploy had succeeded, just as he was about to reach Zhong Ming, he saw the look in the other man’s eyes.

In that indifferent gaze, there was no caution, no fear, and no shock at his revival. There was only calmness and... pity.

The next moment, Zhong Ming glanced at him, shook his head in pity, and actually dispelled his own imposing aura. Then, he turned and began to slowly descend toward the Flying Ship below.

"?!"

Staring at Zhong Ming, who had just exposed his back to him, Mingya was completely stunned. He couldn’t understand why Zhong Ming would dare to do such a thing.

’Could I have guessed right? Did that last attack really exhaust all his power? Does he have nothing left?’

Just as Mingya was trying to see things in the most positive light, the voice of the departing Zhong Ming pierced the air and reached his ears.

The tone was as light as casual chatter, without a hint of killing intent, but the meaning behind the words made Mingya’s heart clench:

"You are already dead."