The Fate of the Ruler

Young master shing ming

Suddenly a shadow appeared standing next to the changying patriarch, looking a young figure who was dashing and handsome, with a polite gaze approaching, eyes that radiated calmness made the one staring at him become comfortable..

While saluting, shing ming said.

"Father let ananda finish off these hordes of trash, they have a big mouth."

"Ananda wants to see how far away his power is."

"Don't let the hands of the father and the elder all get dirty with their foul blood.

"Hey young man, don't bacot much."

"Death"..pronounced the leader of the horde while throwing his machete towards shing ming.

But not yet finished he said, suddenly a light streaked across the leader's neck.

Kress...

The leader's head fell down...

Blood flooded the floor of the hall..

The fishy smell of blood rippled all the way to the nose..

With a single breath, the shing ming cut off the leader's neck using his flying sword stance,

Shing ming subverted the leader of the horde very easily...

"It turns out that it is indeed a big mouth" muttered shing ming while circulating his gaze seeing another part of the horde.

All the eyes that saw the incident shuddered in horror.

they didn't expect it to be that fast..

How quick and precise the technique was, some of the students who used to look one eye at the shing ming, now changed his gaze to ninety degrees, soon they changed his attitude from indifference to admiration.

They highly praised his prowess...

Suddenly all the remaining members of the horde kneeled down in prostration begging for mercy to the young master of shing ming, who was,

They thought that his struggle would end in vain,

With circumstances like this forcing even at the end of it they would definitely die.

Because the leader who became the pinnacle of their strength had been defeated so easily,

Most likely, they will also be decapitated like the leader later.

The hordes imagined in horror, what would happen to him next.

In their minds, they might as soon as possible have to beg the sect for forgiveness,

even though they will be a servant or a messenger they will receive, rather than die in vain.

By rubbing the sweat that soaked his forehead, one of the troupe said.

"Young master,"pardon us, please,

"Of course we are fools."

"this matter may have offended you and the patriarch, with all our bodies, we ask for your forgiveness,"

"Please young master willing to give up the life of our dog", added one of the mob...

"We are willing to be your dogs and horses in the future" he said, pleading.

"Not needed."

"There's no apology to all of you,"

"you have demeaned our sect, only lives can redeem it,"reply shing ming resolutely replied.

Heading.crass..

With three breaths, all the remaining horde heads were separated from his body...

Fresh blood filled the arena.

The smell of blood is striking.

Anyone who saw her would want to vomit.

"burry properly".shing ming ordered to the sect disciples..

then shing ming stored back that celestial sword into his storage ring...

Shing Ming turned his back to meet his father.

"Father sorry it was ananda who came late", said shing ming while bowing his head..

"you're not too late my son, yet,"

"even though many disciples were injured, but let this be a valuable experience for all of them."

"Let them think for themselves, what should they become so that they can maintain this sect" said changyi ming firmly while stroking her son's hair.

"Ananda would like permission to practice closed father, maybe a few months ago ananda did not practice here", said shing ming pleading.

"All right,"

"Dad gave permission, make good use of your time training", replied changyi ming proudly.

Shing ming immediately begged to retreat from the hall.

He cupped his fist to the elder present there,

Shing ming asked for permission to do closed cultivation for several months in a cave near the forest of the Kejora hill.

Shing ming thought that this event was just the beginning,

After this event, it can be predicted that there will be even greater chaos, maybe it will eat more souls.

It can be concluded that his subsequent infighting will involve the swordsmen of the elite class and the high-ranking warriors.

So the shing ming decided to increase his cultivation realm in order to become stronger.

He assumed, maybe this event was just his luck, he said,

He was dealing with an enemy with the same cultivation realm that was the level of the heavens, if it was possible to cultivate an opponent higher, then it was likely that the battle earlier would be difficult to win.

With that conclusion he decided to strengthen his cultivation base to be higher, and could help even protect the golden heirloom sect when facing major events later on...

"Dad maybe later there will be a bigger battle wave again,"

"if ananda can give advice, maybe dad starts preparing a disciple of sect ,"

"they must train their strength and increase their cultivation, so that in the future we do not experience defeat like this again" said shing ming while staring at his father deeply.

"Ananda has placed a high-level seal in front of the gate, this can help protect this sect from outside attacks", added the shing ming with great calm.

"Good.good my son,"

"Dad will accept your proposal,"

"From now on, the Father will strengthen all lines, and increase the strength of our disciples, so as to defend the sect from enemy attacks."

"This sect is like home to them."

"we have declared war on the demon blood sect, whatever the risk, we will defend it.."

"My son shing ming, my father is very proud of you,"

"your progress is very rapid,"

"Dad wishes you a lot, father wishes, you can take this sect through hard times, and reach the peak of victory" said the patriarch, hugging his son...

Without a long time, the condition of the golden heirloom sect returned to normal, they had started to act as usual, swiftly and responsibly they cleared the rest of the battle earlier.

They are divided into three teams.

The first team took care of the corpses of the corpses of the black sect who died decapitated, and buried them.

A second team cleared up the mess in the training hall, including mopping the floor and clearing the rubble of the destroyed hall, over the incident.

And a third team, bringing in injured students, either with minor internal injuries or severe internal injuries, were gathered in different places.

There were two healing halls within the golden heirloom sect.the first was a special hall of heavy wound healing, which was on the inside consisting of several tens of rooms.

And there is also an outer healing hall devoted to the healing of less serious wounds.

So that for the injured disciple to recover quickly, the color was handled by several sect healers who were always on standby with abundant medicinal resources.