One hand was cold ice, the other was raging fire. When the two hands came together, the cold ice and raging fire disappeared, leaving only a mass of shapeless and colorless Qi pulsating slowly.
As the bald old man's fist approached, a majestic aura enveloped the area, blowing the sand and pebbles on the ground and making their clothes flutter.
Mo Wen clasped his hands together and pushed them forward fiercely. His palms collided with the bald old man's fist.
Boom!
A shapeless wave of Qi swept out with the two of them as the epicenter. In an instant, it spread throughout the entire garden. The shattered cement blocks of the goddess statue on the ground were all sent flying by the wave of Qi.
The Su Clan members who were closer to the two of them were also sent flying by the wave of Qi.
The bald old man was sent flying in an instant, crashing into a huge doorpost of the Su Clan's manor. The doorpost was smashed into a few sections, and the eaves seemed to have collapsed. He fell into the ruins, blood spurting out of his mouth. After twitching a few times, he became dispirited.
As for Mo Wen, he was also sent flying. However, he was already prepared. He sank his Qi into his core and lowered his weight, so he wasn't sent flying. However, under the push of the wave of Qi, his body was dragged back a hundred meters, leaving a ghastly trench that was a foot deep and a hundred meters long.
A streak of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. With that move, he was also injured.
He still couldn't control the Yin Yang Integration. If he were to use it against the enemy hastily, it would be a move that would harm himself and the enemy.
However, compared to the bald old man, his injuries were much lighter. After all, he was already prepared and avoided the most ferocious impact in the first instance.
However, the bald old man didn't know the power of the Yin Yang Integration. Not only did he not avoid it, but he also took the initiative to crash into it, forcefully resisting the explosion of the Yin Yang Integration. If he didn't die, who would?
Mo Wen looked at the pile of ruins in the distance. The bald old man in the Qi Nucleation realm was also lying on the ground, no longer breathing.
Although killing an ancient martial art practitioner in the Qi Nucleation realm was considered a trick, the result was that he was dead while Mo Wen was still alive.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked coldly at the people of the Su Clan.
At this moment. The people in the manor were in a complete mess. Some were dead, some were injured, and some took the opportunity to escape. The Su Family's Patriarch, Su Bingcheng, was nowhere to be seen.
He sneered. His figure flashed, leaving dozens of afterimages in the air. After a few flashes, he appeared in the inner garden of the Su Family Manor.
Just as he was about to catch those people one by one, he saw a group of people walking towards him.
"Young hero, please spare my life."
Su Bingcheng walked at the front. He begged for mercy and bowed continuously. Now that Layman Wu had died at the hands of this young man, the Su Family no longer had anyone to rely on. He knew that the Su Family had already reached the point of life and death. The person in front of him acted without any scruples. If he was not careful, it was very likely that the Su Family would be exterminated.
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile, because he realized that there was finally someone in the crowd that he wanted to see — Su Boyu.
"Bring that evil creature here."
Su Bingcheng waved his hand, and the two burly men behind him immediately escorted a youth to Mo Wen. Expressionless, he kicked the young man's leg and forced him to kneel on the ground.
"Young hero, please forgive me. This child is at your disposal."
Su Bingcheng looked at Mo Wen carefully and said respectfully.
"If you knew it would be like this, why did you do it in the first place?"
Mo Wen said indifferently. Sacrificing a rook to save the king, a member of a family could do this. It was really cold and heartless.
At this moment, Su Boyu's face was pale, and his lips had turned green. He knelt on the ground, trembling. Even in his dreams, he did not expect such an ending. God had played a big joke on him. He had actually been betrayed by his family. He was mercilessly escorted in front of Mo Wen to receive his punishment.
"Su Boyu, I seem to have told you that if you want to fight with me, I will accompany you. But if you implicate some innocent people, then you will definitely regret living in this world. "
Mo Wen looked coldly at Su Boyu, who was kneeling on the ground, and said unhurriedly.
"Mo Wen. If you let me go, I can agree to any conditions. "
Su Boyu said while trembling. He could no longer stay calm. Everyone was afraid of death. Although he had harmed many people, when it was his turn, he was more afraid than anyone else. Without the support of his family, he was just a pitiful worm.
"Let you go …"
Mo Wen's lips curled up slightly. He extended his hand and grabbed. Su Boyu flew up into the air and landed in his hand, "Don't worry, I won't kill you now. Killing you would be too easy. "
He slapped his palm on Su Boyu's body. Two huge waves of Inner Qi, one hot and one cold, crashed into his body.
The next moment, a few muffled sounds could be heard. Su Boyu's arms and legs exploded. His flesh and blood splattered all over the ground.
Screams kept coming from Su Boyu's mouth. It was hysterical and mournful. His face was distorted, his eyes rolled back, his mouth was drooling, and his body was twitching non-stop.
Mo Wen threw Su Boyu, who had turned into a human stick, on the ground indifferently. He wiped the blood on his palm expressionlessly.
The people of the Su Clan were so scared that their faces turned pale. They could not help but tremble. That youngster was too ruthless. He was simply a killing god.
Su Boyu did not die. He was rolling on the ground like a ball, his body twitching and spasming. Strangely, his limbs had exploded, but he did not bleed much. It was as if all the blood vessels in his body were sealed.
"Put him in the wooden barrel. Leave him alone. If I discover that he is dead within seven days, I will look for your Su Clan. "
Mo Wen said nonchalantly. Su Boyu would not die within a short period of time. If there was no external interference, he would only die after seven days and seven nights.
This was the so-called living a life worse than death.
"Yes, everything will be done according to the young hero's instructions."
Su Bingcheng inhaled a breath of cold air. He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to his head. It was simply terrifying that a youngster could have such a vicious heart.
However, at this moment, whatever Mo Wen said was the law. Su Bingcheng did not dare to disobey. He immediately ordered someone to find a wooden barrel and put Su Boyu in it. Then, he placed it at the main entrance as a punishment.
"Today, I have killed many people of the Su Clan. If you want to take revenge on me, you can look for me anytime. However, I will still say the same thing. Don't play any tricks and involve some innocent people. Otherwise, the whole Su Clan will become the second Su Boyu. "
Mo Wen said this, then turned around and walked out of the manor. He naturally would not think that the matter would be resolved so easily. So many people of the Su Clan had died. How could they not want to take revenge on him? Subservience now was just a temporary measure.
If it was in the other world, Mo Wen would have completely annihilated the Su Clan directly. He did not need to consider what trouble it would cause in the future.
However, now, even if he had the intention, it would be difficult to do so.
Walking out of the Su Clan manor, Mo Wen's body paused for a moment. He said expressionlessly, "Are you going to make a move or not? Be straightforward."
There was no one beside him. The surroundings were empty. It was as if he was talking to a mass of air.
"You have violated the rules. You should be punished. However, I am not confident that I can catch you."
After a few seconds of silence, a voice suddenly sounded strangely. The next moment, a figure walked out from the shadows. It was tall and skinny with an old face. It was another old man.
Just now, after Mo Wen had killed the bald old man, he was preparing to start a massacre in the Su Clan. However, a strong aura suddenly barged into the manor and emitted an imposing aura that locked onto him.
He was sure that if he had started a massacre in the Su Clan, this person would definitely have come out to stop him.
This person's Cultivation was very strong, far surpassing that bald old man. He should be in the intermediate stage of the Qi Nucleation realm. Mo Wen was not confident that he could deal with an ancient martial art practitioner of this level.
Hence, when the Su Clan members compromised, Mo Wen took advantage of the situation and killed Su Boyu. Naturally, the others were of no importance.
"Who are you? You are quite a busybody. "
Mo Wen squinted his eyes and slowly turned to look at the old man. This person gave him a sense of danger, so he did not dare to act rashly.
"Busybody?"
The tall and skinny old man smiled. "You are right. My occupation is busybody. Let me introduce myself. I am Huatian Palace's White Tiger Palace Hall Executor, Zhu Qingyi. I think you should know why I am here."
"Huatian Palace?"
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. This was the second time he had heard of the Huatian Palace. The last time was when he had killed two of the Su Clan's consecrators in the downtown area. In the end, he had lured out the people from the Huatian Palace. Now that he had killed his way into the Su Clan, the people from the Huatian Palace had appeared again.
"Does everyone from the Huatian Palace like to be a busybody? Me killing the Su Clan members has nothing to do with you, right? "Mo Wen said nonchalantly.
"Don't you know the significance of the Huatian Palace in the ancient martial arts world?"
The tall and skinny old man looked at Mo Wen strangely. Did he really not know or was he pretending not to know? The Huatian Palace had maintained the order of the Hua Xia ancient martial arts world for 400 years. How could the ancient martial arts practitioners not know of the Huatian Palace's principles?
"The significance of the Huatian Palace? Maintaining world peace? Upholding justice? "Mo Wen laughed mockingly.
"It seems that you do not know the significance of the Huatian Palace's existence. Otherwise, you would not have killed your way into the Su Clan's front door."
The tall and skinny old man looked at Mo Wen thoughtfully. Under normal circumstances, if one wanted to kill someone, there were many ways. One would definitely not be like this youth, killing his way into a large clan without any scruples and even preparing to exterminate the entire clan.
"I do not need to know the significance of your existence. What do you want to do now? Capture me or kill me? "
Mo Wen said with a cold smile. He did not like to be restrained. Regardless of whether it was in his previous life or this life, it was the same.
"I can't capture you, nor can I kill you. For you to have such abilities at such a young age is truly shocking. If I'm not wrong, you should be from the Hidden Martial Arts Strain, right? "
The tall and skinny old man sighed. Previously, although he was a step late, he had arrived just in time when Mo Wen had killed the bald old man. It would be very difficult for him to kill a beginning stage Qi Nucleation realm expert with his intermediate stage Qi Nucleation realm Cultivation. However, the youth in front of him had done it. With such ability, he did not have much confidence that he could capture him.
At such a young age, with such ability, and not knowing of the Huatian Palace's ancient martial arts practitioners, other than the Hidden martial arts strain, he could not think of anyone else. (To be continued.)
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