The silhouette appeared very suddenly and very quickly. In almost an instant, he appeared in front of the demon snake and killed it with a single slash.
Mo Wen's pupils constricted and his expression turned completely serious.
He could sense that the white-robed figure was rather frightening. The pressure that he felt was far greater than that of Lord Merciless. This person's cultivation should be at the Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm. Moreover, he was skilled in battle. There was a sharpness about him that no one could match.
"I'll help you kill this demon snake. Leave half of the points as compensation."
The figure in white slowly landed on the crown of a tree with his back facing Mo Wen. His tone was indifferent but firm, not giving Mo Wen a choice.
"I didn't ask you to help me kill this snake demon. How is there a reward?" Mo Wen said expressionlessly. He could already tell that this person was clearly here for points as well. It was just that this person was slightly better than Lord Merciless's barbaric method of snatching points.
"If I don't kill this snake monster, you might die at its hands. Isn't your life worth half the points?" the white-robed figure said calmly.
"What a joke. How would you know that I would die in the hands of this snake demon? Moreover, just now, when the snake demon attacked me with its strongest attack, when its power weakened, you took the opportunity to kill it. What were you doing before that? Besides, I don't need your help. "
Mo Wen laughed coldly in his heart. This silhouette in white was indeed very powerful. However, just now, he had killed the Snake Demon with one strike. Although it seemed very shocking, in reality, he had taken advantage of him. If it wasn't for the snake demon unleashing its strongest power at him and not guarding against this white-robed man, how could this snake demon be killed so easily?
"You have to give it to me whether you want to or not. You have no choice."
The silhouette in white suddenly turned around. His gaze was like two sharp longswords as he looked coldly at Mo Wen. If it was an ordinary martial artist, they would have felt their legs turn to jelly after being swept by that gaze, feeling as though there were two sharp swords placed on their necks.
Mo Wen could also sense the sharpness in his gaze, which was like sword Qi. However, he was very calm. He had seen many strong practitioners, so he would not be frightened.
"Forced buying and selling. You've got the wrong person, "Mo Wen said plainly. The strength of this white-clothed swordsman was quite shocking, but he didn't seem to be on the ranking list. Obviously, this person was lurking in the early stages. They were the type that came out later on to plunder.
For some powerhouses, rather than looking for criminals, it was better to look for some of the stronger contestants. They would definitely be able to get more points from the contestants than from the criminals. Of course. The person who dared to do this must be someone powerful.
"You are very brave, but I said that I will take half of your points, so I will take it."
The white-robed swordsman glanced at Mo Wen. Then, his silhouette disappeared from his original spot. The next moment, a beam of Sword Qi flew over, seemingly able to tear the space apart.
Mo Wen's expression was grave. This man in white was too frightening. He was definitely not a match for him. Moreover. He was injured by the demonic snake just now. His battle prowess had also declined.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Mo Wen's silhouette became a blur. The next moment, his entire person disappeared from his original spot. The Qi of the Sword passed through his afterimage.
"Eh! A movement technique to enter the Dao. "
The white-robed figure looked at Mo Wen in slight surprise. Mo Wen had mastered a rite of passage movement technique at such a young age. He was not simple. Stepping into the Dao movement techniques were infinitely marvelous, but it was also rather difficult to comprehend. Up until now, he had not comprehended a single Stepping into the Dao movement technique. He knew of a few young powerhouses who were good at movement techniques. Although they had mastered rite of passage movement techniques, they were not as young as this youth.
"We will meet again someday."
Mo Wen coldly snorted. He knew that he was not a match for the white-robed man, so he naturally would not take the risk of exchanging blows with him. He chose to escape at the first opportunity. He could not win, but if he wanted to escape, the other party might not be able to keep him.
As he spoke, his entire person had already merged with the wind. Wherever the wind was, his silhouette seemed to be there. In an instant, he was a thousand feet away.
"You want to escape? How can it be so easy? Leave half of your points behind. I am already being rather merciful. If it were someone else, most likely all their points would be snatched away. Even their lives would be a problem. "
The white-robed swordsman laughed softly. He took a few steps forward. His movement technique was profound, and he could travel hundreds of feet with each step. In just a few steps, he had caught up to Mo Wen. Although he had not comprehended rite of passage martial arts, he was quite accomplished in movement techniques. Moreover, the difference in their cultivation was so great. Even if Mo Wen had mastered rite of passage movement techniques, he might not have much of an advantage.
"Humph, if I want to leave, you won't be able to keep me here."
Mo Wen coldly snorted. Bolts of lightning suddenly emerged from his body. His entire aura suddenly became violent and doubled in strength. His speed also suddenly exploded. In an instant, he pulled away from the white-robed swordsman.
"Another rite of passage level secret technique! As expected, you are somewhat extraordinary. "A look of surprise flashed in the white-robed swordsman's eyes.
After unleashing the Glory of Thunder, Mo Wen's Glory of Wind became even more profound. It was said that when the Glory of Wind was cultivated to the later stage, one could comprehend the Wind Release Technique. This was a famous remarkable technique in the Immortal Cultivation world. It could come and go without a trace. The Wind Release Technique was one of the few release techniques in the Immortal Cultivation world.
Back then, the Star Emperor had not only mastered the Wind Release Technique, but also the Thunder Release Technique. Wind begets thunder. By combining the Glory of Wind and the Glory of Thunder, one could comprehend the rarer Thunder Release Technique.
Although Mo Wen was far from reaching that realm, the Glory of Thunder and the Glory of Wind came from the same source. Wind begets thunder, and the two complemented each other. When Mo Wen unleashed the Glory of Thunder, the Glory of Wind also instantly rose to another level.
"I want to see whether your movement technique is faster or my sword is faster."
A look of interest flashed in the white-robed swordsman's eyes. The longsword in his hand trembled slightly. The next moment, countless bolts of Sword Qi appeared in the sky. The Sword Qi seemed to merge with the space and was rather agile. In an instant, they flew far away and directly caught up with Mo Wen.
The bolts of Sword Qi were like a curtain of rain, instantly surrounding him.
"Fall into my Sea of Swords. Let's see how you escape."
The white-robed swordsman smiled calmly. He had practiced swordsmanship all his life and had always been called a sword fanatic by others. The number of young ancient martial art practitioners who could escape from his sword could be counted on one hand.
The Sea of Swords seemed simple, but it contained endless mysteries. It was almost impossible for the youth to escape from the Sea of Swords. Unless he was strong enough to break through his technique with brute force, he would be able to break through his sea of swords in an instant.
The white-robed swordsman stepped forward, prepared to capture Mo Wen, who was trapped in the sea of swords. He had never failed before. Since he wanted to take half of his points, how could he let his prey escape?
However, before the white-clothed swordsman could take two steps, his entire body suddenly stiffened on the spot.
Because in the sea of swords, countless figures suddenly appeared. Every figure was that youth. They were extremely nimble and ingenious, moving through his sea of swords as though they were on flat ground. In the blink of an eye. All the figures merged into one, turning into a youth. However, in the next moment, that youth appeared in the distance. After a few flashes, he disappeared.
"It's another Rite of Passage martial art, and it's a rather rare skill-based martial art!"
This time, even the white-robed swordsman was somewhat astonished. A youth had actually grasped three rite of passage martial arts at the same time. His talent was simply incredible. At the very least, he felt inferior. Skill-based rite of passage martial arts were rather difficult to comprehend. There were too many mysteries and techniques involved. It was definitely much more difficult to cultivate than the previous two rite of passage martial arts.
"I've truly encountered an interesting fellow."
The white-robed swordsman looked at the gradually disappearing figure. He suddenly laughed playfully. He did not give chase because he could not catch up even if he wanted to. This youth was the first to escape from him at such a young age and with such cultivation.
"My name is White Dust. Remember, I will take half of the points you owe me sooner or later."
A voice came from afar and landed in Mo Wen's ears.
"White Dust? Humph! " Mo Wen coldly snorted. What goes around comes around. He did not believe that he would always be inferior to that person.
…
In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen had escaped a hundred miles. The white-robed swordsman was too terrifying. Although he had escaped from his sea of swords, he was still injured by the white-robed swordsman's sword Qi. Streaks of sharp sword Qi kept surging in his body. He could not suppress them no matter what. He had to quickly find a secluded place to heal.
The Heart of the Red Stone was full of hidden dangers. It was not easy to find a safe place to heal. After an hour, Mo Wen finally found a place he was relatively satisfied with. It was a very well-hidden tree hole. The tree hole was in a huge tree. The tree trunk was very large and the inside was hollow. The entrance was hidden in the crown of the tree. It was very difficult to discover. It was the best place to hide.
Mo Wen hid in the tree hole and immediately meditated to heal his injuries.
…
A few hundred miles away, in a mountain range, the sky suddenly darkened. This kind of darkness was not night, nor was it cloudy. Instead, it was the sun in the sky that was blocked by densely packed figures.
Countless crimson bats appeared in the sky. The bats formed huge crimson clouds that covered the sky and the sun. The light within a radius of ten miles was completely blocked. It was pitch black below.
On a mountain peak below, there was a mountain stronghold. The stronghold was not small, with at least a thousand people. But at this moment, this large stronghold was facing a calamity. The crimson bats in the sky crazily surged into the stronghold, killing anyone they saw. Everywhere they passed was bloody.
The individual crimson bats were not very strong. They were roughly equivalent to fifth or sixth rank monstrous beasts. There were very few seventh rank monstrous beasts.
One was not very strong, but what if there were ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or even a million of them?
For anyone, such a large swarm of bats was a disaster.
The ancient martial art practitioners living in the stronghold were all very strong. Almost all of them were above the Golden Elixir Realm. There were even quite a few Martial Arts Grandmasters. But when they encountered such a large bat army, there was only one outcome — death! They could not escape even if they wanted to.
In the center of the bat army that covered the sky and the sun, there was an even larger crimson bat. The crimson bat was the size of three football fields. Its skin was so red that it seemed as though blood would drip from it. With a flap of its wings, it could create a hurricane.
Clearly, it was the ruler of this bat army — the Bat King.
From its aura, one could tell that this Bat King was rather frightening. It was even more frightening than a Pinnacle Beast King. It was almost comparable to the Dragon Horse in the Fire Domain.
However, what was even more shocking was that on the ferocious and evil Bat King, there was a silhouette standing. It was the graceful silhouette of a woman.
"This stronghold where a large number of criminals have gathered is worth at least 20,000 points. I have so many points that I can't even count them all. That fellow Mo Wen is ranked fifth on the leaderboard with only 20,000 points. I have almost more than 300,000 points. If I continue killing, will I kill all the criminals here? "
The woman standing on the Bat King stretched lazily. She was charming and seductive, like an enchantress. She was none other than Mo Wen's older sister, Gu Jingman. However, right now, Gu Jingman was very different from before. Her hair was as red as blood, extending all the way to her feet. Her eyes had also become completely blood-red. They were bottomless, like two seas of blood. Her facial features were even more exquisite and appropriate. They were like the most perfect masterpiece of heaven. She had the uncanny workmanship of the heavens and the earth. Imperceptibly, she had the aura of a superior being.
Gu Jingman's entire person was so demonic that she did not seem human. However, her aura did not make others feel evil. Instead, it was very sacred and dignified. She had the inner radiance of a goddess, not the demonic nature of a she-devil.
"These little things are really obedient. They will not hesitate even if I tell them to die. Even the most loyal people are no better than this. It is a pity that my ability is limited right now and I cannot unleash the Blood God's divine technique. Otherwise, letting them evolve into the Blood Kindred would be a very good choice."
Gu Jingman extended a slender, crystal-clear finger and touched a small bat beside her. As the heir of the Blood God, all life forms that were related to the Blood Kindred would listen to her orders.
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