A short man with a protruding mouth, monkey cheeks, and a mole on his face chased after Wang Yuan and attacked him ruthlessly. With his late stage of body consolidation, it was naturally easy for him to deal with Wang Yuan, who was in the middle stage of body consolidation.
The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile. He wore a pair of claw gloves on his hands. Not long after, Wang Yuan's body had more than ten claw marks. He really enjoyed the feeling of torturing someone bit by bit and toying with a living person to death.
Just as he pounced forward and was about to slap Wang Yuan's face again, a strange figure suddenly appeared in front of him. In the next moment, a cold light flashed, and he felt a chill on his neck, as if something had flowed out of his body. His entire body was like a deflated balloon, and he fell limply onto the ground.
He widened his eyes, trying hard to see the figure clearly, but the figure had already disappeared in front of him. He didn't even know how the figure had appeared in front of him and how it had disappeared.
The same thing happened to the other tall man who was besieging Wang Yuan. Again, a cold light flashed, and a figure flickered in front of them before completely disappearing.
The two enemies who surrounded him fell to the ground. Wang Yuan heaved a sigh of relief. He slumped to the ground as if all his energy had been sucked out of him. Although the battle had not been long, there were many wounds on his body.
Looking at Mo Wen, who was once again pouncing towards Liu Guangwen's battle ring, a glint of shock and fear flashed in Wang Yuan's eyes. Just now, Mo Wen had killed two enemies in a clean, decisive, and ruthless manner. Both of them were killed with one blow. It was obvious that it was not the first time he had killed someone.
Who was he?!
Wang Yuan's face was a little pale. Mo Wen killed a person like it was a game. He had actually interacted with such a person for a month.
"Not good! Boss, everyone else is dead!"
The only person on the field who hadn't made a move quickly realized that something was wrong with the situation. He couldn't help but shout in horror.
The short middle-aged man who was concentrating on dealing with Liu Guangwen was startled when he heard this, and his gaze swept over. Sure enough, there were five corpses lying on the ground, all of them were his men.
His expression instantly became extremely ugly. How could he not know that the situation had changed?
How long has it been? In less than a minute, five of their men had died. What kind of person could have such a terrifying method?!
"Retreat!"
The short middle-aged man didn't even think about it. He let out a loud shout and directly abandoned Liu Guangwen. He flashed and wanted to drill into the forest.
He knew that he had miscalculated today. He had not expected that a mere Liu Guangwen would have such an expert by his side. If he had known earlier, he would have sent more people, at least one ancient martial art practitioner in the Soothing Pulse realm.
"Don't you think it's too late to leave now?"
A calm voice suddenly sounded behind the short middle-aged man. At the same time, a cold light went straight for his back.
Upon hearing this, the short middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding Mo Wen's dagger.
"I'll tell you what you said before. Tonight, no one can leave."
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. With a flick of his finger, a silver light flashed. The ancient martial art practitioner in the Body Consolidation realm, who had already run more than ten meters away, suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. There was a bloody hole at the back of his head.
It wasn't that his killing intent was too heavy, but he didn't want to get into some inexplicable trouble. Tonight's incident could be said to have nothing to do with him, it was just a coincidence. No matter what had happened to Liu Guangwen, he didn't want to be involved in Liu Guangwen's matters.
So, the people who had besieged them tonight had to die. As long as they were all dead, no one would come after them and continue to pursue Liu Guangwen.
"Aren't you afraid that your killing intent is too heavy and you will be punished by heaven?"
The short middle-aged man was finally a little afraid. How did Mo Wen appear behind him just now? He didn't even realize it. Facing such an enemy, no one would feel at ease.
"Killing is divided into good killing and evil killing. As long as you have a clear conscience, it's enough. If you stay in this world and pollute society, I don't mind sending you to the Western Paradise. "
Mo Wen smiled nonchalantly. He had killed quite a lot of people, but he had never killed the innocent.
Some people would only think that their own lives were precious and that the lives of others were worthless. When they killed others, they could do as they pleased, but when others killed them, it was a heinous sin.
"What a glib tongue. Killing is killing. Even if I die today, I won't let you have it easy."
The short middle-aged man's face was cold. He knew that tonight's matter would not end peacefully, so he became fierce again.
Mo Wen smiled indifferently. The dagger in his hand left his hand. With a flash of cold light, it appeared in front of the short middle-aged man.
The short middle-aged man snorted coldly. He unhurriedly pulled out a large knife from behind his back. With a flip, he dodged the dagger's attack. At the same time, the long knife in his hand instantly swung out, colliding with the dagger and sending it flying.
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. The short middle-aged man had some ability. No wonder he could become the leader of the seven of them.
However, at the same time as he threw the dagger, his figure instantly moved. The short middle-aged man had just sent the dagger flying when Mo Wen suddenly appeared in front of him.
A simple punch was thrown out. In an instant, his body suddenly exploded with a very strong and overbearing aura. It was not the pressure of a profound Cultivation, but the overbearing will that arose from the heart of a strong practitioner.
The will was born from the heart. Any pressure in front of a strong enough soul power would not be able to withstand a single blow.
It was a simple punch, but the short middle-aged man felt as though a huge mountain was crashing towards him. The overbearing and unparalleled aura hit him in the face. It was as though an absolute strong practitioner was stepping on the ground.
His aura instantly weakened. A tremor rose uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart. Although he knew that it was an illusion and that it was fake, he could not control it at all.
In front of the frightening will of a strong practitioner, he could not even control his body to make any movements to face the enemy. He could only forcefully hold the long knife in front of him, attempting to block Mo Wen's fist that was like a landslide.
Overlord Fist!
This was the real Overlord Fist. It carried the overbearing aura of a strong practitioner of heaven and earth. It did not submit to the heavens or the earth and would never compromise.
Only with the heart of a strong practitioner could one know what the Overlord Fist was.
The reason why the Mo Wen of that lifetime could not comprehend the true meaning of the Overlord Fist was that he did not have the heart of a strong practitioner.
After that, he tasted hundreds of herbs, crossed mountains and rivers, and entered deep into dangerous places. Every day, he faced the threat of death and the struggle for survival. No matter what difficulties he faced, he never compromised. Only then did he gradually hone the heart of a strong practitioner.
Perhaps his body was not strong, but he had the will of a strong practitioner that no one could defeat.
The power of the soul was mysterious and unbelievable. It was not affected by time, space, dimension, or anything else. As long as my will is there, I will always be a strong practitioner.
At this moment, the power of the soul was completely released. This was Mo Wen's true self. Under the ordinary and indifferent appearance, there was always an unyielding heart of a strong practitioner.
It was precisely because of this that he dared to leave everything behind. He did not care about prosperity, nor did he complain about hardships. He walked alone into the confusing foggy mountains.
Roar!
A ferocious tiger's roar suddenly sounded in the heart of the short middle-aged man. It shook him so much that he was in a trance. His mind was completely lost, and the Inner Qi that he had gathered in his body dissipated.
The next moment, his body flew out and smashed hard onto the ground. The long knife in his hand broke into two. He struggled for a while, but did not get up again.
Dead?!
Liu Guangwen stared at the short middle-aged man on the ground, dumbfounded. The expert who had forced him into a dangerous situation just now had died without even taking one blow from Mo Wen! He could not believe his own eyes.
Before this, he had always thought that Mo Wen was at most about the same level as him. He did not expect the difference to be so huge.
The punch just now seemed to be a very simple punch in his eyes, but why did the short middle-aged man die so easily?
He walked to the front of the short middle-aged man and noticed that his eyes were wide open. His eyes were filled with fear and shock.
He squatted down to check on the body of the short middle-aged man, but he was so shocked that he sat on the ground. The body of the short middle-aged man was like a pile of mud. All the bones in his body were shattered!
It was just a simple punch, but the power was so frightening. His heart could not help but tremble a few times.
Mo Wen's face was a little pale, but he stood there like a wooden pillar, not moving at all. This was the first time he had used the real Overlord Fist. Without the help of Inner Qi, it was too taxing on his mind.
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