Mo Wen stood on the spot without moving. His lips curled into a mocking smile. He was just an ancient martial arts practitioner in the beginning stage of the Sea of Qi realm, yet he wanted to break his arms and legs. He thought too highly of himself.
After the slap, the figure of the old man in the Tang suit was thrown in an arc in the air and fell hard on the steps. He struggled for a while, but could not get up again.
Mo Wen's casual slap had actually broken the head of an ancient martial arts practitioner in the Sea of Qi realm.
In the blink of an eye, an ancient martial arts practitioner in the Sea of Qi realm had died in front of everyone. Moreover, it was an instant kill.
Su Bingcheng was so shocked that he could not speak. His brain could not process the situation for a while. The old man in the Tang suit was one of the only two ancient martial arts practitioners in the Sea of Qi realm in the Su Clan. He had always been an honored guest of the Su Clan, using his strength to deter the other powers that were against the Su Clan.
However, he did not expect to die in the Su Clan manor today, and at the hands of a youngster.
Although Su Bingcheng had not practiced ancient martial arts before, he knew that ancient martial arts required one to have one's feet on the ground, practicing step by step. The longer one practiced ancient martial arts, the higher one's ability and experience in martial arts would be.
It was simply unbelievable that a youngster could be so scary. Perhaps only those rare and exceptional geniuses would have this ability.
"Since you are so stubborn, then don't blame me for starting a massacre."
Mo Wen's face gradually turned gloomy. Since the Su Clan did not appreciate his kindness, then he would not care about the bottom line when doing things.
He touched his waist with one hand, and the next moment, twelve snake-shaped hairpins appeared in his hand. The cold silver-blue radiance sent chills down people's spines.
Mo Wen spread his five fingers, and the twelve Silver Serpent Freezing Pins were all suspended in the center of his palm. The needles pointed downwards and slowly rotated.
The next moment, as Mo Wen waved his hand casually, rays of silver-blue radiance shuttled through the surroundings. Wherever it passed, a wave of cold swept past. It was so cold that people shivered. Even ancient martial arts practitioners could not stand the coldness from the inside out, let alone ordinary people.
Almost at the moment when Mo Wen activated the twelve Silver Serpent Freezing Pins, at least half of the people around were frozen stiff. They could not move at all.
"Benefactor Wu, save me!"
Su Bingcheng had been fighting for power all his life and had experienced countless dangers. Almost immediately, he felt the fatal danger. He couldn't care less anymore and shouted for help.
The youth in front of him was too terrifying. He knew that only that person in the Su Family Manor could save them. Almost at the moment when Mo Wen killed the old man in the Tang suit, he regretted it. He shouldn't have asked for the reason and offended such a person so carelessly.
The Silver Serpent Freezing Pin wouldn't stop because of someone's cry for help. Almost instantly, twelve blue lights flashed out and rushed toward the crowd. The Silver Serpent Freezing Pin was fierce and decisive, as if it was going to bathe the Su Manor in blood.
A silver-blue cold light flashed, and instantly appeared in front of Su Bingcheng. Before the blue light reached him, the terrifying cold air almost froze all the blood in his body. His body stiffened, his face paled, and his lips turned blue. He couldn't move at all.
In the blink of an eye, the dignified Su Family's Patriarch was about to die a violent death. In the backyard, a figure suddenly flew out, almost crossing a hundred meters in the air. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Su Bingcheng and sent the blue light flying with a palm strike.
A short and bald old man appeared beside Su Bingcheng. The old man with a gloomy expression stood in front of Su Bingcheng. He was the one who had sent the Silver Serpent Freezing Pin flying.
"What a terrifying hidden weapon!"
The old man looked at Mo Wen in shock. A youth actually had such terrifying strength. If he hadn't coincidentally walked out because of the commotion outside, he wouldn't have been able to save Su Bingcheng in time.
He looked at the palm that had caught the cold light. At the moment, it was already covered with a layer of ice. The bone-piercing cold caused his hand to lose feeling in a short period of time.
Although the old man had saved the Su Family's Patriarch, Su Bingcheng, he couldn't save the others in time. With the flash of more than ten silver-blue lights, more than ten people turned into a pile of ice shards and fell to the ground.
"An ancient martial art practitioner in the Qi Nucleation realm."
Mo Wen squinted his eyes slightly. The bald old man's Cultivation was not low. He was in the Qi Nucleation realm. His strength was above that of the old man from the Zhou Clan. Although he was also in the beginning stage of the Qi Nucleation realm, he was at the peak of the beginning stage.
"Who are you? Why are you behaving atrociously in the Su Clan?" the bald old man said coldly.
"Are you going to meddle in the Su Clan's affairs?" Mo Wen asked nonchalantly.
Just now, Su Bingcheng had called this person Layman Wu. Since his surname was Wu, he was naturally not a member of the Su Clan.
"So what if I am? You are young and your strength is outstanding. Considering that your Cultivation is not easy and your talent is rare, leave quickly.
Otherwise … "The bald old man snorted coldly. Suddenly, a majestic pressure was emitted from his body and pressed towards Mo Wen.
From the exchange of blows just now, the bald old man knew that Mo Wen was not an ancient martial art practitioner in the Qi Nucleation realm. Ancient martial art practitioners of the same realm could sense each other. Once they exchanged blows, they could detect the level of the other party's Cultivation.
The youth's Cultivation was around the later stage of the Sea of Qi realm. He was very close to the peak of the Sea of Qi realm. Although compared to him, his Cultivation was still far from his, the hidden weapon in the youth's hands was very strange, causing him to be a little fearful.
For the sake of the Su Clan, it was really not worth it to make an enemy of a talented youth with an unknown identity.
Hence, he was not prepared to exchange blows with Mo Wen. Instead, he hoped that he could use the Cultivation of the Qi Nucleation realm to scare Mo Wen away.
"Scare me?"
Mo Wen laughed coldly. "Originally, this matter had nothing to do with you. Since you are interfering, then I will eliminate you as well."
"Arrogant!"
The bald old man snorted angrily. The youth simply did not know what was good for him. Since that was the case, then don't blame him.
Mo Wen could not be bothered to talk nonsense with him. With a wave of his hand, he used the mysteriousness of The Heaven and Earth Great Shift to call back all the Silver Serpent Freezing Pins that had flown out previously. The twelve silver hairpins instantly returned to his hands.
In the next moment, his figure flashed and he had already appeared in front of the bald old man. Two streams of Inner Qi, one hot and one cold, gushed out. He punched out ferociously. The roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger accompanied by a terrifying pressure crashed towards the bald old man.
The bald old man laughed coldly. Daring to exchange blows with him was simply asking for death.
The youth did not use the terrifying hidden weapon. He felt more at ease and circulated all the Inner Qi in his body to exchange blows with Mo Wen.
The fists and palms collided. Both of their bodies shook a little. Mo Wen retreated three steps, while the bald old man only retreated one step.
However, even so, the bald old man was shocked speechless. With the cultivation of the Sea of Qi realm, he could actually explode with such a powerful punch. It was simply unbelievable.
With the advantage of his cultivation, he actually did not have the upper hand in a head-on clash with Mo Wen.
"You are only so-so."
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. The first punch was just a test. In reality, Mo Wen only had the cultivation of the intermediate stage of the Sea of Qi realm. However, he was practicing three martial arts methods at the same time. Although his realm was only the intermediate stage of the Sea of Qi realm, he had Inner Qi that was comparable to the pinnacle of the Sea of Qi realm.
"You are looking for death."
The bald old man shouted angrily. He took a step forward and his figure instantly flew up like an eagle. The next moment, he fell from the sky fiercely.
"Square Fist."
The surrounding air suddenly tightened, as if it was completely sealed in a square space, enveloping Mo Wen's entire body.
It was a simple punch, but it contained countless mysteries of martial arts.
"High level martial arts."
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he had met an ancient martial arts practitioner who could use high level martial arts.
Martial arts that could be of a high level all had some special effects. For example, Mo Wen's Overlord Fist had the effect of mental pressure. The fist force was overbearing and unstoppable.
The martial arts that the bald old man used were also of a high level. The martial arts called Square Fist seemed to have the ability to seal space.
Once it was used, it would be difficult for the enemy to escape the envelopment of the Square Fist.
However, martial arts that could be of a high level were all very precious and rare. Normal ancient martial arts influences did not have such profound martial arts heritage.
Although the Zhou Clan's Manor house leader, Old Man Zhou, had the cultivation of the Qi Nucleation realm, he had not practiced any ranked martial arts.
Mo Wen's interest was piqued. He did not know much about the ancient martial arts influences of this world, so he had not seen some of the martial arts in this world. He wanted to know, between the two worlds, which world's martial arts were more prosperous?
He did not use any martial arts to clash head-on with the bald old man. Instead, he used the Inch Travel Steps within the small space.
The Square Fist did not give the enemy any chance to dodge, so he purposely ran in the opposite direction, using the ingenuity of the Inch Travel Steps to neutralize the effects of the opponent's martial arts.
Martial arts could only be improved through a contest of martial arts, and Mo Wen was an expert in this field.
An inch under his feet, a thousand miles on the ground.
Mo Wen's silhouette kept flashing within the small space, sometimes up and sometimes down, sometimes left and sometimes right. Streaks of afterimages were created and destroyed, destroyed and created again.
No matter how the bald old man's Square Fist sealed the space, it could not seal Mo Wen. Punch after punch, it did not even touch Mo Wen's side.
"Brat, do you dare to fight me head-on? What's the point of hiding? Are you a tortoise?"
The bald old man could not take it anymore. Using the Square Fist consumed too much of his Inner Qi. In the time it took to burn half a stick of incense, his Inner Qi had been depleted by almost half, and his breathing had started to become chaotic.
Mo Wen, on the other hand, seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll. His breathing was steady, neither fast nor slow.
If this went on, one would continuously deplete his Inner Qi while the other would conserve his strength. Sooner or later, he would be defeated by Mo Wen due to the lack of Inner Qi.
"Do you think I don't dare to fight you head-on?"
Mo Wen's silhouette flashed, moving five feet horizontally in the air, perfectly dodging the bald old man's punch.
He curled the corner of his mouth, and actually did not dodge anymore. Instead, he stood calmly on the spot.
The bald old man's mouth curled into a cold smile. Once again, he used the Square Fist, fiercely crashing towards Mo Wen.
The youth was, after all, still a little too inexperienced. He thought that just because he was not at a disadvantage when he fought head-on with the bald old man, he could fight him head-on.
Previously, it was just a casual punch from him, and he did not use any martial arts. But now, he had used the Square Fist, and the power of the punch had increased by a fold. How could a mere Sea of Qi realm ancient martial art practitioner withstand it?
He had already started to imagine the scene of the youth being sent flying by the punch and vomiting blood.
However, Mo Wen smiled strangely. His two palms suddenly clasped together, and two streams of Inner Qi, one hot and one cold, began to slowly merge …
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