Tang Xiong's eyes turned cold. He had never seen such a shameless youngster. He decided to capture him first. He was not afraid that he would not reveal his identity under interrogation.
He took a step forward and a shapeless Qi spread out with him as the center, instantly enveloping Mo Wen's body.
Mo Wen felt his body sink slightly. The air seemed to solidify slightly. It was as if there was a shapeless big hand squeezing him from all sides.
The pressure of the Sea of Qi realm was completely different from the pressure of the Soothing Pulse realm. The pressure of the Soothing Pulse realm might only affect the opponent spiritually, but the pressure of the Sea of Qi realm was substantial. It was not a technique that could be blocked by the state of mind.
The Sea of Qi realm ancient martial arts practitioners who could release their Inner Qi could use the released pressure to "catch" people and float them in the air.
Facing the pressure of the Sea of Qi realm, Mo Wen could not continue to ignore it.
However, the mere pressure of the Sea of Qi realm was not a problem for him. His body swayed and swayed at a strange frequency. His entire person seemed to have become a slippery loach. The pressure enveloped Mo Wen's body, but he couldn't exert any force.
"Eh!"
Tang Xiong was shocked and looked at Mo Wen in surprise. His pressure actually had no effect on a junior. It was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing.
He had long seen that Mo Wen was not a Sea of Qi realm ancient martial arts practitioner. At most, he was at the pinnacle of the Soothing Pulse realm. Normally, only Sea of Qi realm ancient martial arts practitioners could ignore the pressure of the same realm ancient martial arts practitioners. How did he, a Soothing Pulse realm ancient martial arts practitioner, do it?
Although he was surprised, he also knew that this youngster was extraordinary. Otherwise, he would not have been able to use the Soothing Pulse realm Cultivation to force Tang Guang and the others into a corner.
"Vajra Palm!"
Tang Xiong glared. He could not use the pressure to suppress a junior, so he could only do it himself.
With a palm strike, the wind blew. The surrounding air gathered in Tang Xiong's hand, forming a shapeless mass of Qi.
The Vajra Palm was the simplest palm technique in the ancient martial arts world. It was widely spread and originated from the Shaolin Temple. Since ancient times, there had been a saying that all the martial arts in the world originated from the Shaolin Temple.
Facing such a strong palm, Mo Wen did not dodge. Instead, he took a step forward and took the initiative to meet it with his palm.
With a muffled bang, the Qi spread out with the two of them as the center. The wind swept away the clouds and blew Gu Jingman and Tang Guang more than ten meters away.
However, Mo Wen merely shook his shoulder, and Tang Mao retreated three to four steps.
"You are only at the Sea of Qi realm. What is there to be arrogant about?"
Mo Wen rotated his arm a little and the sound of his bones cracking could be heard. His Overlord Fist and Dragon Tiger Fist were not practiced a hundred times. In terms of physical fitness, he was naturally above Tang Xiong. As for Inner Qi, he practiced the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Divine Technique at the same time. Although he was not as good as an ancient martial art practitioner in the Sea of Qi realm, he was not too far off.
If it was in the past, he could crush a mere Sea of Qi realm ancient martial art practitioner with one finger. Now, although he had to start all over again, Tang Xiong was still not a threat to him.
"How is that possible?"
Tang Mao looked at Mo Wen in disbelief. He had actually lost to a Soothing Pulse realm ancient martial art practitioner in a head-on clash. No one would believe it if he told them.
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. Using the Inch Travel Steps, he appeared in front of Tang Xiong in an instant. Taking advantage of his victory, he swung his arm and the roar of a dragon and tiger sounded faintly. The strange sound instantly caused Tang Xiong to lose focus.
When he woke up from his dream, a huge fist had already appeared in front of Tang Xiong. The overbearing aura caused his body to tense up instantly.
At this moment, he could not care so much. It was already too late to dodge. Without a second word, he displayed his strongest martial art, the Tang Ming Fist.
The two fists collided, and the terrifying Qi swept out again. Within it were two extremely overbearing Inner Qis, one cold and one hot.
Poof!
How could Tang Xiong block the Dragon Tiger Overlord Fist in such a hurry? With the collision, his body was like a kite with a broken string. He flew out and crashed into the wall fiercely, creating a huge hole in the wall.
"Run!"
Tang Xiong shouted and gave Tang Guang a look. He knew that he was doomed today. The next moment, he rolled his body and got up from the ground. He activated his Qinggong and instantly ran towards the door.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. He took a step forward and his body swayed slightly. He had actually crossed more than ten feet and appeared behind Tang Xiong in the blink of an eye.
Before he could react, a fair palm stretched out and instantly grabbed Tang Xiong's neck and lifted him up.
"What are you pretending to be a senior expert for?"
With a crisp crack, Mo Wen's five fingers exerted force and directly broke Tang Xiong's neck. Even with the shocking Inner Qi in Tang Xiong's body, it could not withstand his pair of slender palms.
Once Tang Xiong escaped, Tang Guang and Zhou Chongling knew that things were not looking good. They did not dare to stay in the room and immediately prepared to take advantage of the chaos to get up and escape.
In the end, they had just run two steps when their bodies suddenly froze on the spot. Their faces were full of fear.
In the blink of an eye, the Tang Clan elder that they relied on was dead. With his Cultivation, he could not escape even if he wanted to.
Mo Wen's terrifying speed scared them so much that their legs trembled and they broke out in a cold sweat. Even Tang Xiong could not run out of the room, so how could they?
"Why did you stop running?"
Mo Wen's lips curled up. He was still as calm as before and his expression was calm. It was as though killing so many people did not affect his emotions at all.
"Let us go and I can agree to any of your conditions."
Tang Guang tried hard to calm himself down. He took a deep breath and looked at Mo Wen.
"Don't listen to them. They are sinister and cunning. They are not good people."
Gu Jingman's small face tensed up and she immediately objected. Now that she knew that the Tang Clan and Zhou Clan were plotting against her Gu Clan Fort, how could she still let Tang Guang and Zhou Chongling go?
"Sister, you speak as though you are a good person."
Mo Wen looked at Gu Jingman with a faint smile. "Today you have brought me a lot of trouble. You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"
Gu Jingman's expression was slightly awkward and she argued, "Who did it on purpose? I didn't know that they would plot against me. Although I am not a good person, I am not as bad as them."
She was really wronged. It was not her intention to implicate Mo Wen in today's matter. Moreover, how would she know that Mo Wen was so powerful?
"Brother, I believe that we do not have a deep feud of life and death. If you let us go, I guarantee that the Tang Clan and Zhou Clan will not make an enemy of you. Today's matter can be considered even. It is always better to have one more friend than one more enemy. What do you say?"
Tang Guang rolled his eyes. After realizing that Mo Wen and Gu Jingman did not seem to be together, a glimmer of hope flashed in his heart and he immediately had an idea.
"You sure make it sound nice. The Tang Clan will not make trouble for me? I have already killed your elder. A mere sentence from you and you will not make trouble for me? "
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