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A faint shadow moved across the sky. A moment later it was still in the distance, but in the blink of an eye, a young man had appeared in the square. He was dressed in simple, off-white casual wear and had short hair. He looked delicate and handsome, and very bright.
Such attire was nothing strange in the outside world. But in the ancient martial arts world of the series of three big Mountain ranges, it was very bizarre, making the young man stand out from the crowd.
Could it be that you are the Dafang Sect leader called Mo Wen?
The elder in white robes narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Wen with a serious expression. This young man had a very powerful aura around him which seemed no less than his. It was surprising that a mere youth actually had such frighteningly developed powers.
Before this, he had heard some stories of the youth and knew that his talent was exceptional, but he was not too concerned. After all, even if the young man had some talent, it could not be the case that Mo Wen would pose a threat to him.
Now though he was taking the threat much more seriously. This youth gave him a feeling that there was more to him than met the eye.
Mo Wen addressed the elder,
Old thing, you dare to come to my turf and act in such a way. Are you tired of living?
He looked at the scene in front of the mountain gate. So much blood had been spilled that it had formed a river. His face immediately became gloomy beyond compare. Wang Yinru had actually ended up in the hands of these people. It was impossible to know how many people from the Dafang Sect had died.
The elder in white robes flared up.
Mongrel, you are the one who is tired of living. Later, I will rip apart that rotten mouth of yours.
This youth had actually dared to be so insolent and disrespectful to him. Everywhere he went, other people treated with respect. This youth clearly did not understand that he was flirting with death.
Enraged, the elder no longer considered the problem of Mo Wen’s cultivation, instead directly dashing forwards and attacking him. This youth’s cultivation may not be below his own, but it was not possible that the youth’s ability also matched his. He did not believe that the young man was a match for him.
So reckless.
Mo Wen coldly laughed as a golden light flashed from his eyes, like dazzling rays bursting out instantly from the sun. The next moment, the body of the elder in white robes shook. His figure froze in mid-air as though time itself had stopped. His gaze slackened like his soul had been sucked out, leaving behind an empty shell.
Mo Wen’s silhouette strode forwards. He rose into the air, floating casually as he moved towards the elder. He reached out a hand to grab the shoulder of the man.
The next moment, a dull explosion was heard. The four limbs of the elder in white robes shattered and exploded one by one. Blood rained down from the sky. What was more frightening was that the expression of the elder in white robes was very calm from beginning to the end. His eyes remained dull, as though he did not feel any pain.
A thief also dares to blackmail me. I will spare your life for now. I want to see what you are after,
Mo Wen said nonchalantly as he slowly lowered his hand.
His hand had just left the elder’s shoulder when a dull sound was heard coming from the elder’s core. Bloodstains seeped through his robes and soaked them. The rupturing of the core meant that his pinnacle of Embryonic Breathing realm cultivation was completely destroyed.
The surrounding people all looked at the scene in the sky with stunned gazes. Mo Wen returning to the Dafang Sect had given them a glimmer of hope and they expected that there would be a fierce battle or a final showdown. They had never imagined that the battle would be over almost as soon as it had begun, or that it would end so bizarrely. It was as though one person had delivered himself to be killed by another person.
But the defeated person was a frightening martial arts practitioner that was almost at the Golden Elixir realm! He was not a small fry. Why would he deliver himself up to be tormented and killed by others?
Such a strange and inexplicable scene caused everyone to feel a chill. They were like ignorant fools who were afraid of ghosts. Their ignorance was the most frightening part.
The elder in white robes had been an imposing figure, but now his four limbs were crippled and his body was stained with blood. What remained was a torso that was suspended quietly in mid-air, causing the already chilling atmosphere to have an extra dose of terror.
Old Man Wu!
The elder dressed in blue could not believe what had just happened. His eyes held a look of disbelief, as though he was dreaming.
How can this be possible!
the middle-aged man dressed in green lamented. He did not dare to believe his eyes at all.
The group of people who had been led by the elder in white robes also all froze to the spot. Their expressions too also seemed frozen. The elder that had been their backbone, in the blink of an eye, had actually become a cripple.
Those martial arts practitioners from the series of three big Mountain ranges were all stunned. They felt as though they were in dreamland. The unparalleled strong practitioner, whose very name terrified them, was actually… so vulnerable.
Many people stared at Mo Wen with gazes that were struck with terror. The terror was a sense of awe and fear that originated from their souls. It was because they knew that it wasn’t the elder who was weak; but that this young sect leader was too evil and abnormal.
The elder in white robes, who was quietly suspended in mid-air, slowly regained his senses. His gaze became getting clearer as he slowly awoke. Even before he could make sense of what had happened, an abject pain made him let out a blood-curdling scream. As he did so, he discovered what had happened to him.
Just a moment ago, he had been about to attack the youth, crushing him in one blow. How could it be that when he regained his senses that he found himself like this? He had almost scared himself to death.
You…you…you…
The elder in white robes stared at Mo Wen incredulously. A glint of fear finally rose up in his eyes. His cultivation had actually been crippled. His extremities were cut off. He had now become a walking dead, who couldn’t move a muscle. What had happened exactly?
Old fart, next time, after you have reincarnated, remember to grow some brains. Some places are not areas where you will get away with behaving so atrociously.
Mo Wen gave an indifferent glance to the elder in white robes, saying cold-heartedly,
You still have some uses. As for your lackeys, I will send them on their way first.
With a wave of his hand, Mo Wen enveloped the elder in white robes in a beam of golden light, sealing him in it immediately. Then, his figure flashed and turned into a shadow, straight away pouncing on the other two martial arts practitioners, who had the cultivation at the pinnacle of Embryonic Breathing realm.
Retreat!
Run!
The elder dressed in blue and the middle-aged man dressed in green were so horrified that their souls were trembling. They were as pale as ghosts, with their lips turning green. The youth was too bizarre and evil. Right now, they had lost all their courage and did not have the nerve to stay and fight Mo Wen.
Almost without hesitation, they turned around and ran like some disowned dogs. Since the two leaders had fled, naturally the others followed them. One by one, they turned around and dashed out.
No one should even think about leaving.
Mo Wen let out a cold laugh. The next moment, his silhouette soared up into the sky. Two brilliant, golden suns rose in his pupils, followed by a shapeless ripple which expanded across the sky like water waves. It encompassed the whole square in an instant.
One by one, the men who were fleeing trembled, falling down from the sky. For a moment, a huge cloud of dust was raised. Dull thuds could be heard continuously. Some people had blood oozing out from their orifices; drawing their last breaths, they died straight away.
Those people with higher cultivation at the pinnacle of Embryonic Breathing realm passed out completely.
As for the elder dressed in blue and the middle-aged man dressed in green, the two with the highest cultivation at the pinnacle of Embryonic Breathing realm, they too, fell to the ground as though they were birds which had lost their wings. They were drowned in dizziness, unable to get up even after struggling for quite a while.
How can this be possible!
The eyes of the middle-aged man dressed in green were filled with horror. He was wobbling as though he was drunk. He had lost his strength. It was too bizarre. He had actually lost even before he got to exchange blows with Mo Wen. On top of that, his failure had occurred so bafflingly. He had come across the exact same situation that Old Man Wu encountered.
Could it be that they had encountered a ghost? Absurdity welled up in the heart of the middle-aged man dressed in green. He, a dignified, unparalleled strong practitioner at the pinnacle of Embryonic Breathing realm, had felt as though he had seen a ghost. The scene before his eyes was too bizarre and inexplicable. Even if the youth had the cultivation at the Golden Elixir realm, it would still be impossible for him to defeat everyone just by standing still.
This kind of occurrence, let alone witnessing it, was totally unheard of.
The ancient martial arts practitioners from the series of three big Mountain ranges were all shocked and flabbergasted. Those intruders, who they had regarded as ferocious as tigers and wolves, were like weak little animals now.
Nobody had expected that the ending would be so dramatic. The youth was akin to God.
Swords of golden Qi fell from the sky, slashing the bodies of the intruders. Immediately, their heads fell off their bodies one by one. All of them, including the elder dressed in blue and the middle-aged man dressed in green, were massacred.
The elder in white robes floated in mid-air like a puppet. Horror and fright filled his eyes. It was as though he was having a nightmare.
Was the youth still human?
Everything that had happened just now couldn’t be explained with logic. Even if Mo Wen was the heir of the Ming Cult it was still impossible that he could be so remarkable.
Mo Wen descended from the sky. He flew towards Wang Yinru, extending his hand to unlock all her locked acupoints.
I’m late. You have been wronged,
Mo Wen said with a smile. Once he received the letter, he had rushed here as fast as he could. However, he was still almost too late. These people had not been slow to act.
I have not been wronged. It is they who have been hurt.
Wang Yinru smiled sweetly. Her gaze was fixed on the elder in white robes, who was still floating in mid-air, and those dead intruders. Her eyes were filled with emotions. She even felt pity for those people who had encountered this devil Mo Wen.
Where did these people come from?
Mo Wen asked curiously.
The strength of this group of people was not weak at all. People from the Ten Great Sects in the ancient martial arts world, for example, the Changtian Sect, paled into insignificance when compared with these people. Perhaps only some hidden factions would have such ability.
Wang Yinru shook her head.
We still do not know. They appeared all of a sudden. Initially, their target was the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan. Then, for some unknown reason, they seemed to have their eyes on you.
She also knew nothing about the origins of this group of people.
They had their eyes on me?
Mo Wen let out a cold laugh.
I am rather curious to find out exactly who these people are. I will leave the cleaning up to you.
As soon as he had finished speaking, Mo Wen’s silhouette flashed past. Grabbing onto the torso of the elder in white robes, he disappeared among the buildings of the Dafang Sect.
In the square, many people stared at Mo Wen in awe. For a moment, nobody dared to speak. Only after he had disappeared did the atmosphere begin to improve.
