"Great enemy?" Marquis Wuming sneered in disdain. "Even though the Gurkha Mercenary Group is known as one of the five most powerful mercenary groups in the world, in my eyes, they are nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs. Your mercenary group is very strong, but didn't the people who came today all die? My Dragon Snake troop only used three people to defeat your people, yet you actually want to use the Gurkha Mercenary Group to threaten me? What a huge joke! Moreover, since you all want to go against Dragon Snake, I can tell you clearly. Within a year, the Gurkha Mercenary Group you are in will be completely erased from existence! "
Qin Lang couldn't help but admire Marquis Wuming. Not only was this leader's cultivation profound, even his words were amazing.
Compared to Marquis Wuming, Kun Gong's style really was a bit lower.
"I hope General Wu has this ability!" Even though Kun Gong's skill was inferior, he didn't believe that Marquis Wuming could wipe out the Gurkha Mercenary Group. It was to the extent where Kun Gong didn't believe that anything would happen to him. It was because he wasn't fighting alone. He still had Tantra's Black Sect behind him, as well as many experts.
Even though Black Sect wasn't recognized by other Tantra sects, it was still a branch of Tantra, still a buddhist sect. As an important disciple of the buddhist sect, Kun Gong didn't believe that Marquis Wuming could do anything to him.
This was because even Six Gates, which had existed for a thousand years in Hua Xia, didn't dare challenge super religions like the buddhist and taoist sects.
Heroes used martial arts to break the law, this was a well-known law of Six Gates. However, laws were the same, only targeting ordinary people. The strong could still disregard or even trample on the law.
For example, super existences like the buddhist and taoist sects, even if they killed a few people, Six Gates could only turn a blind eye. This was because Six Gates' foundation, compared to the buddhist and taoist sects, wasn't even on the same level. Moreover, many people in Six Gates came from the buddhist and taoist sects, so how could they not give them some face?
Kun Gong was an important figure in Tantra, moreover someone with a great background. Just from this point alone, he believed that Marquis Wuming wouldn't dare touch him, because Marquis Wuming Wuming shouldn't want to offend Tantra.
Marquis Wuming Wuming understood Kun Gong's meaning. He couldn't help but laugh coldly. "That means Kun Gong, you still have some hope?"
"I don't think General Wu will completely offend the Tantra, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have let Master Solon leave, "Kun Gong said self-righteously.
"Oh? Looks like I'll have to completely cut off your thoughts. " Marquis Wuming said indifferently as he struck out with his palm through the air. A golden palm imprint smashed onto Kun Gong's Dantian acupoint.
Wow!
Kun Gong spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body withered as if he had aged significantly.
"You … you actually dared to destroy my Dantian!" Kun Gong roared furiously. With his Dantian acupoint crippled, Kun Gong's cultivation base naturally vanished into thin air.
Kun Gong thought that Marquis Wuming wouldn't dare to do anything to him, at least not because of the Tantra. However, it was obvious that Marquis Wuming was different from the people of Six Doors. He had no scruples at all, so he directly crippled Kun Gong's martial arts, causing him to completely lose hope.
"That's right, I crippled your martial arts." Marquis Wuming said, "If it wasn't for the fact that I still want to know something from you, I would have directly killed you. Aren't you the instructor of the Gurkha Mercenary Group? Once you're captured, you should choose to commit suicide. You should be teaching those mercenaries this, right? Why can't you do it yourself? Why are you so afraid of death? Also, the reason why I let Solon go is because I have no reason to kill him, but others do. "
"What! Master Solon is our sect's protector, you … you're courting death! " Kun Gong originally wanted to say that Solon was the Black Sect's protector, so how dare they make a move against him. However, thinking of his own fate, Kun Gong suddenly realized that Marquis Wuming was probably a person who had no taboos, and there was probably nothing he didn't dare to do.
Marquis Wuming didn't even bother to explain to Kun Gong, and looked towards the night sky.
In the distance, a helicopter was quickly flying over.
Obviously, this was the helicopter that Marquis Wuming had sent over. He was going to take these people away by plane.
"Qin Lang, you did a good job this time," Marquis Wuming said to Qin Lang.
"Chief Wu, please don't laugh at me. If you didn't make a move in the end, I really don't know how to end this, "Qin Lang said.
"You don't know how to end this? Then why did you dare to make a move against Solon? "Marquis Wuming said," I want to know the reason. "
"Because I bet that you would make a move," Qin Lang gave his reason.
"Good!" Marquis Wuming's tone revealed his admiration for Qin Lang, "I really didn't expect that Little Qin, not only are you strange and unpredictable, but you're also so cunning. You're indeed a talent. Alright, let's leave this place first. Little Qin, you stay, someone is looking for you. "
This time, it was Qin Lang's turn to be surprised. Marquis Wuming said that someone was looking for him, but Qin Lang didn't know anyone here.
However, Qin Lang didn't ask much, because Marquis Wuming's words meant that he didn't want to reveal this person's identity, and this person wouldn't endanger Qin Lang.
The helicopter flew to the top of the mountain, and Marquis Wuming left with Huang Chong, Wu Caiyun, and the rest.
As soon as the helicopter left, Qin Lang heard a familiar voice in his ear, "Good lad, I didn't expect you to have entered the Regulated Breathing realm, very good!"
"Old Poisonous Creature!" Qin Lang's voice was a little happy.
As expected, a moment later, the Old Poisonous Creature's figure appeared at the top of the mountain. Behind the Old Poisonous Creature stood a person. This person was Lama Suo Lang, who was supposed to leave. However, Suo Lang's eyes were dull, and it was obvious that he had been refined into a poison slave by the Old Poisonous Creature.
No wonder Marquis Wuming let Suo Lang leave. Obviously, Marquis Wuming knew about the Old Poisonous Creature's existence, and he knew that the Old Poisonous Creature would definitely kill Suo Lang, because Suo Lang knew about Qin Lang's background.
"Stinking brat, you actually made me come all the way here to clean up your mess." The Old Poisonous Creature snorted, "However, seeing that you have broken through to the Regulated Breathing realm, this trip wasn't in vain."
"I'm relieved that you turned Suo Lang into a poison slave. This bastard actually saw through my background."
"You're so high-profile, it would be strange if he didn't see through your background!" The Old Poisonous Creature snorted, "However, there's nothing wrong with being high-profile. If you have the strength, then you should be more high-profile. If you don't have the strength to be low-key, and if you have the strength to be low-key, then what's the use of desperately trying to improve your cultivation? Let's go. "
"Where do we go?" Qin Lang looked at the mountain grassland under the night sky, "I don't see any helicopters?"
"Helicopters are something that Marquis Wuming and his gang play with. We'd better keep a low profile," the Old Poisonous Creature said, "Let's go."
"Old Poisonous Creature, how did you get involved with Marquis Wuming?" As they descended the mountain, Qin Lang couldn't help but ask the Old Poisonous Creature.
"Both of us are strong, and strong people can naturally sense the existence of strong people." The Old Poisonous Creature's words were a little pretentious.
"Then who is stronger?" Qin Lang asked the question that he was most concerned about.
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