A faint silhouette flitted across the sky. A moment ago, it was still far away, but in the blink of an eye, it had appeared in the square.
A youth appeared in the square. He was wearing simple beige casual clothes. He had short hair, delicate features, and was very sunny.
Such attire was nothing in the outside world. However, in the ancient martial arts world of the series of three big Mountain ranges, it was very strange. He stood out from the crowd.
"Could it be that you are the sect leader of the Dafang Sect, Mo Wen?"
The pupils of the old man in the white robe shrank slightly. His expression was serious as he looked at Mo Wen. The aura of this youth was very strong, almost on par with his. He was just a youth, but he actually had such frightening cultivation.
Before this, he had heard some stories about this youth. He knew that he had outstanding talent and extraordinary cultivation, but he had not paid much attention to him. After all, even if a youth had a bit of talent, could he pose a threat to him?
However, at this moment, he was much more serious. This youth gave him a very complicated feeling.
"Old thing, you dare to come to my territory and behave atrociously. Are you tired of living?"
Mo Wen looked at the scene of blood flowing like a river in front of the mountain gate. His expression immediately became very gloomy. At this moment, Wang Yinru had actually fallen into the hands of those people. Who knew how many people in the Dafang Sect had died?
"Little b * stard, you are the one who is tired of living. Wait for me to tear your rotten mouth apart."
The old man in the white robe was furious. This youth actually dared to be so insolent and disrespectful to him. Wherever he went, people would be respectful to him. This youth really didn't know how to write the word "death".
In his rage, the old man in the white robe no longer cared about the problem of Mo Wen's cultivation. He directly pounced forward and attacked Mo Wen. This youth's cultivation might not be lower than his, but could it be that his ability was also comparable to his? If so, wouldn't he have lived his entire life in vain?
With the same cultivation, he did not believe that he would not be a match for this youth.
"Reckless."
Mo Wen laughed coldly. A golden light flashed in his eyes. It was as though a sun had instantly released a dazzling radiance.
The next moment, the body of the old man in the white robe trembled. His figure froze in mid-air. It was as though time had stopped.
His eyes were lifeless. It was as though his soul had been sucked out, and what was left was only an empty shell.
Mo Wen's silhouette stepped forward. He floated in the air and leisurely walked in front of the old man in the white robe. He extended a hand and grabbed the old man's shoulder.
In the next moment, a series of explosions took place, as the old man's limbs exploded, resulting in a rain of blood. His limbs were crippled in the blink of an eye.
What was even more frightening was that the white-robed elder's expression remained calm from beginning to end. His eyes were dull, as if he could not feel any pain at all.
"A small fry dares to try and blackmail me? I'll spare your life for now. I'd like to see what your goal is."
Mo Wen said plainly and slowly retracted his hand.
As soon as his hand left the white-robed old man's shoulder, a muffled sound came from the white-robed old man's dantian. Streams of blood seeped through his clothes and seeped out.
His Dantian exploded and his cultivation was crippled.
The surrounding people stared blankly at the scene in the sky. Originally, they had thought that with Mo Wen's return to the Dafang Sect, they would have a glimmer of hope. What would follow would be a fierce battle to determine the victor.
However, they did not expect that the battle had just begun to end. Moreover, it had ended so strangely. It was as though one person had delivered himself up to be killed by another person.
However, that person was a frightening ancient martial art practitioner who was half a step into the Golden Elixir realm! He was not a small fry. How could he be sent up to be killed?
Such a strange and inexplicable scene caused everyone to tremble in fear. It was as though an ignorant person was afraid of a ghost. Ignorance was the most frightening aspect of oneself.
The white-robed elder had been imposing just now. Now, his limbs had been shattered and his entire body was stained with blood. Only his torso was left floating quietly in mid-air. It made the originally cold atmosphere even more frightening.
"Old Man Wu …!" The blue-robed elder, who was at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm, exclaimed. His eyes were filled with disbelief. It was as though he was dreaming.
"How is this possible!" The middle-aged man in green cried out in sorrow. He simply could not believe his own eyes.
The group of people led by the white-robed elder also froze on the spot. Their expressions seemed to have stiffened. The elder who had been their backbone just a moment ago had actually become a cripple in the blink of an eye.
The ancient martial art practitioners from the series of three big Mountain ranges were all dumbfounded. They felt as though they were in a fantasy land. The absolute strong practitioner who had previously caused them to tremble in fear was actually … so weak …
Many people looked at Mo Wen with a somewhat fearful gaze. It was a reverence and fear that came from the depths of their souls. It was because they knew that it was not that the white-robed elder was a weakling. It was that this young sect leader was too monstrous and abnormal.
Such a frightening absolute strong practitioner had actually been killed in one blow!
The white-robed elder, who was floating quietly in mid-air, seemed to have gradually regained some consciousness. The light in his eyes gradually gathered and he slowly woke up. However, before he could figure out what was going on, a frightening pain that pierced into his heart caused him to scream out loud subconsciously.
At this moment, he also realized his own situation. He was so frightened that his face instantly turned pale. He almost did not dare to believe his own eyes.
Just a moment ago, he was clearly prepared to attack the youth and suppress him in one move. How was it that when he suddenly reacted, he had become like this? He had almost scared himself to death.
"You … you … you …"
The white-robed elder looked at Mo Wen in disbelief. His eyes finally had a glint of fear. His Cultivation was actually crippled. His limbs were also broken. Now, he had become a living dead person who could not even move. What exactly was going on …!
"Old thing, next time after you reincarnate, remember to grow some brains. There are some places where you cannot behave atrociously."
Mo Wen looked at the white-robed elder coldly and said, "You still have some use. As for your lackeys, I will send them on their way in advance."
He waved his hand and a golden ray of light enveloped the white-robed elder, directly sealing him.
Then, his figure flashed and became a ray of light. He directly pounced towards the other two ancient martial art practitioners with Cultivation at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm.
"Retreat!"
"Run!"
The blue-robed elder and the green-robed middle-aged man were scared out of their wits. Their faces were pale and their lips had turned blue. The youth was too strange and evil. At this moment, they did not have the courage to stay.
Almost without hesitation, they turned and fled like stray dogs. Since the two leaders had fled, the others naturally turned and fled one after another.
"Don't even think of leaving."
Mo Wen smiled coldly. The next moment, his figure flew up into the sky. Two dazzling golden suns rose from his eyes. Then, a formless ripple spread to the surroundings like a wave. In an instant, it enveloped the entire square.
Those who had flown up to escape, one by one, trembled and fell from the sky. For a moment, dust flew everywhere and dull thuds were heard.
Some people were bleeding from their seven orifices. They were no longer breathing and had died immediately.
There were also some people with slightly higher Cultivation who had completely fainted.
As for the blue-robed elder and the green-robed middle-aged man with the highest Cultivation, they were like birds with broken wings. One of them fell to the ground, feeling dizzy. They struggled for a long time but could not get up.
"How is this possible?"
The green-robed middle-aged man's eyes were full of shock. His body swayed as though he was drunk. He had no strength in his body at all. It was too strange. They had not even exchanged blows, but he had actually been defeated. Moreover, he had been defeated in such an inexplicable way. It was the same thing that had happened to Old Man Wu previously.
Could it be that he had met a ghost? The green-robed middle-aged man had a feeling of absurdity. He was an exceptional expert at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm. He had actually associated it with a ghost.
However, the scene in front of him was too strange and hard to explain. Even if the youth had the Cultivation of the Golden Elixir realm, it was impossible for him to defeat all of them without moving.
Such a thing had never been heard of, let alone seen.
The ancient martial arts practitioners in the series of the three big mountain ranges were all dumbfounded. Those invaders, whom they had regarded as tigers and wolves, were now like weak little animals. They were simply unable to withstand a single blow.
No one had expected the ending to be so dramatic. The youth was simply like a god.
A patch of golden Qi of Sword descended from the sky and slashed the bodies of those people. Immediately, heads rolled off one after another. Including the blue-robed old man and the green-robed middle-aged man, all the outsiders were killed.
The white-robed old man was like a puppet floating in the air. His eyes were filled with fear and panic. It was as though he had just had a nightmare.
Was that youth still human?
Everything that had happened just now could not be explained with common sense. Even if he was the successor of the Ming Cult, it was impossible for him to be so strange.
Mo Wen descended from the sky and flew in front of Wang Yinru. He extended his hand and released all the acupoints on her body.
"I'm a little late. You have suffered," Mo Wen said with a slight smile. After he had received the letter, he had rushed over with all his might. However, he was still almost late.
The movements of those people were not slow at all.
"How could I have suffered? They should have suffered," Wang Yinru smiled sweetly.
Wang Yinru smiled sweetly. Her gaze looked at the white-robed elder who was still floating in mid-air, as well as the outsiders who had almost all died. Her eyes were filled with emotion. It was indeed a little pitiful that they had encountered Mo Wen, the Devil Star.
"Where did this group of people come from?"
Mo Wen asked curiously. The strength of this group of people was not weak at all. Among the ten big sects of the ancient martial arts world, sects like the Changtian Sect were far from being able to match up to them. Perhaps only some hidden forces would have the strength to do so.
"I still don't know. They seemed to have appeared suddenly. Their original target was the Ghost Physicians Hu Clan. Later, for some reason, they seemed to have targeted you."
Wang Yinru shook her head. She also did not understand the origins of this group of people.
"Targeted me?"
Mo Wen laughed coldly and said, "I would like to see what kind of monsters these people are. I will leave the aftermath to you."
After saying this, Mo Wen's silhouette flashed. He grabbed the white-robed old man's upper body and disappeared among the buildings of the Dafang Sect in the blink of an eye.
In the square, everyone looked at Mo Wen with respect. At this moment, no one dared to speak casually. It was only after he had disappeared that the atmosphere became much better. (To be continued.)
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