Xiang Qing was so cruel and merciless that he even killed his own subordinates. Everyone in the main palace was shocked. The few Martial Spirit level important members of the Black Blood Mercenary Corps who had survived were also shocked. They were stunned by Xiang Qing's behavior.
"Whoever dares to beg him for mercy will die!"
Xiang Qing roared at his remaining subordinates. "This brat isn't even 30 years old. No matter how talented he is, he's only a Martial King at most. I'm also a Martial King. Why should I be afraid of him? Attack together and kill him!"
Boom!
A terrifying killing intent and pressure spread out from his body, turning into an invisible hurricane that swept out.
Xiang Qing roared like a mad beast. He took the initiative to attack Xiao Luo. His roar was so loud that it hurt everyone's eardrums. He leaped up high, grabbed the hilt of his saber with both hands, and chopped down at Xiao Luo's head. He was trying to split Xiao Luo in half.
The invisible saber aura surged through the entire hall. The pressure was vast and mighty, and it swept through the entire space. The pressure instantly increased, making everyone feel as if a mountain was pressing down on them. The might of a Martial King was undoubtedly domineering at this moment!
"Goddamn brat, hold on. This duck needs to go to the toilet first!"
In the face of the crazy Xiang Qing, the Duck Emperor slipped away without any sense of loyalty. It quickly retreated more than ten meters. This saber was too frightening. Its feathers were all standing on end.
Xiao Luo ignored it. He expressionlessly looked at Xiang Qing's saber as it chopped down. When the saber was about to fall, he opened his right hand and stretched it upwards. A metallic clang reverberated. Xiang Qing's saber suddenly stopped. The reason it stopped was because Xiao Luo's right hand had grabbed the cold blade.
Hiss …
Everyone in the main hall couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. They looked at this scene in disbelief. He was able to block a Martial King's saber with his bare hand. Who was this guy? This was too frightening!
"What a monster!" The Duck Emperor sighed.
"Compared to me, you're still far behind." Xiao Luo sneered at Xiang Qing, who was equally astonished.
"Bullshit!"
Xiang Qing, who had quickly sobered up, had a ferocious look on his face again. He increased the strength of his hands, and the surging True Inner Force poured into the long saber from his hands, forcing the saber edge to press down on Xiao Luo's head.
Boom!
The ground where the two of them were standing collapsed, forming a large crater. Dust and sand flew everywhere, and a terrifying energy fluctuation surged out like a surging river.
In the sandstorm, Xiang Qing saw that his long saber could no longer cause any damage to Xiao Luo, so he directly abandoned his long saber.
"Wind Cloud Palm!!!"
With a loud shout, Xiao Chen's palms contained a vast amount of Quintessential Essence. Carrying the might of an angry beast, he ferociously pressed his palms towards Xiao Luo's chest.
"Oh no, this is the best martial art of our sect. Once hit by the Wind and Cloud Palm, your internal organs will explode instantly!"
"That bastard Xiang Qing is actually using a sneak attack!"
"Little brother, quickly dodge!"
The faces of the dozen or so elders of the Ziyue Cave suddenly changed. They were well aware of the power of the Wind and Cloud Palm. This Wind and Cloud Palm had the ability to challenge those at a higher level. If a beginner Martial King was to fight against a peak Martial King, even if the latter was at the peak of the same level, he would still be defeated if the latter was hit by the Wind and Cloud Palm.
However, their screams could not change anything. Xiang Qing's Wind and Cloud Palm firmly pressed against Xiao Luo's chest.
"Hahaha …"
Xiang Qing laughed ecstatically. This was the unique skill he was most proud of. Not to mention a close range bombardment, even if the enemy was far away, he could still rupture the enemy's internal organs and kill him. There had never been an exception. In his expectation, Xiao Luo would definitely die.
However, the reality was that Xiao Luo's body did not move at all. He lowered his head and looked at Xiang Qing indifferently. "Excuse me, what are you laughing about?"
Hearing this, Xiang Qing's laughter suddenly stopped. It was replaced by an indescribable horror. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Luo with narrowed eyes. Cold sweat poured down like a waterfall. He said in a trembling voice, "You … You … Impossible … Impossible …"
He could not believe that this was reality. He had clearly hit his opponent with the Wind and Cloud Palm. How could he still talk to him unscathed?
Xiao Luo's eyes turned cold …
"Whoosh ~"
Using Xiang Qing's own knife, he sharply and cleanly cut Xiang Qing's throat. The sharp blade easily cut open Xiang Qing's throat.
After a pause of 0.03 seconds, blood overflowed uncontrollably from the cut. Xiang Qing's eyes were wide open. He stepped back step by step and covered his own neck with his hands. However, he still could not stop the blood from gushing out.
Blood gushed out not only from his neck, but also from his mouth and nose. He screamed hoarsely. After taking four or five steps back, he finally fell to the ground. His limbs twitched. He could do nothing but wait for death to come.
At this moment, the spacious main hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The members of the Ziyue Cave looked on in horror. The few surviving Black Blood members at the Martial Spirit level were pale. They could not believe that their leader had died in the blink of an eye at the hands of this young man who had appeared out of nowhere.
Xiao Luo glanced at Xiang Qing's body, which had stopped struggling on the ground. He casually threw Xiang Qing's long knife on the ground. He turned around and glanced at the few Black Blood members at the Martial Spirit level. They all knelt on the ground, put down their dignity as masters, and kept kowtowing to him, begging for mercy.
Since then, the crisis of the Ziyue Cave had been resolved!
Hundreds of disciples of the Ziyue Cave, a dozen white-haired and bearded elders, and their leader Xiang Yangyan were all stunned. The Black Blood, which had almost wiped the Ziyue Cave off the face of the earth, had been wiped out by a young man of unknown origin. It was really unimaginable.
"Who on earth is this little brother? Why would he help our Ziyue Cave? "
"Yes, could it be that he has some connection with our Ziyue Cave?"
"But why have we never seen him before?"
The dozen or so elders looked at Xiao Luo carefully from head to toe. They really hoped that their Ziyue Cave could have some connection with this little brother. In this way, their Ziyue Cave would soon become one of the top sects in the Arcana Land. They would not be in such a state where they were bullied by a mercenary group and could not fight back.
"Hey, look at him. Doesn't he look like Lil Tang, who got lost in the Forest of Infinity when he was a child?" an elder suddenly said.
The Lil Tang he mentioned was a disciple of the Ziyue Cave, who got lost in the Forest of Infinity when he was a child.
Hearing this, the other elders immediately echoed.
"Yes, yes, yes. Look at those eyes, that nose, and that mouth. It's Lil Tang."
"According to the age of Lil Tang when he got lost, his age matches."
"He must be our Lil Tang. Hahaha … Our Ziyue Cave is going to rise!"
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