Wang Shiyu was also taken aback.
She did not expect that Li Mu would kill Lord Jin as soon as he made a move.
In the past, that sunny boy in the school, that enthusiastic and helpful village boy full of vigor and vitality, an ordinary young man on Earth killed a high and mighty lord with a raise of his hand … In a trance, Wang Shiyu understood that everything had changed. The boy who used to sit next to her was now a famous Sage. On Earth, Li Mu alone was as powerful as a permanent director of the United Nations.
That thought flashed across Wang Shiyu's mind in a flash.
It made her realize that everything was different from before.
"Avenge His Highness!"
"Kill him!"
"Fight him to the death!"
Lord Jin's personal guards finally came to themselves. They drew out their broadswords and charged at Li Mu fearlessly.
They were the Men of Sacrifice trained by Lord Jin. The weakest among them was a Natural Expert, but there were also Celestial Beings. If their master was humiliated, their subjects would die, not to mention that Lord Jin was beheaded in public. Those Men of Sacrifice had no fear at all. Killing was their instinct. They were like lunatics.
Li Mu did not show any mercy.
The translucent broadsword light swirled.
The irregular Blade Qi was like a stream of light, cutting through the void like a net.
In the next instant, the 100 personal guards of Lord Jin, who were rushing forward, turned into clusters of beautiful crimson flames. Like blooming flowers of death, they all dissipated 10 meters away from Li Mu. Not to mention seeking revenge, they couldn't even touch a corner of Li Mu's clothes.
The gap between their strength and realm was too huge. It could not be made up by quantity.
There was no blood.
But the scene was more horrifying than the bloody scene.
The heads of the major sects on the main podium and the big shots in the VIP seats were all shivering. Under such a scene, they were so frightened that they did not even dare to flee.
Princess Crescent and her female companions were sitting very close to the main podium.
At that time, those women were all shivering.
Especially Princess Crescent, the shock and fear in her heart were simply indescribable.
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect Princess Huanzhu to have such a terrifying 'lover'.
Lord Jin, Zhao Chen, was the most rebellious lord in the Northern Song. He had millions of soldiers and controlled half of the Jianghu forces in the Northern Song. But he was killed like a chicken. The Glory Army, which was claimed to be the best in the world, the hundreds of Jianghu experts, the heads of sects, and a Semi-Sage could not stop it.
This white-clothed, short-haired youth called Zhang SanFeng was simply like a God of Death who had descended from the heavens. He was like an invincible deity, causing everyone to be helpless against him.
"The one I love is an unparalleled hero. One day, he will wear a golden armor and ride a seven-colored auspicious cloud to marry me …"
Countess Huanzhu's words were regarded as wishful thinking and spread throughout Lin 'an. Not long ago, Princess Crescent also mocked and humiliated her as a joke. But now …
Who was the joke here?
Judging by the strength that white-clothed youth Zhang SanFeng showed, even without the golden armor and the seven-colored auspicious cloud, he definitely deserved to be called a 'unparalleled hero'.
Moreover, apart from this white-clothed youth's extremely short hair, seeming like a monk yet not a monk, seeming like a Daoist yet not a Daoist, seeming like a Buddhist yet not a Buddhist, seeming like a Daoist yet not a Daoist, seeming like a Buddhist yet not a Buddhist, seeming like a Daoist yet not a Daoist. In other aspects, he could absolutely be considered to be a talented person, full of heroic spirit.
Princess Crescent was filled with envy, jealousy, and fear.
At that time, Li Mu looked at Wang Shiyu and asked, "By the way, you said you were bullied by a bunch of demons. Who are they? Point them out, and I'll avenge you. "
Hearing that, Princess Crescent and the others' hearts raced, and they broke out in a cold sweat.
Wang Shiyu smiled and said, "That's a lie. No. It's just this Lord Jin who disrespected me and killed many of my adoptive father's guards. You've already killed him."
Li Mu nodded and did not press further. Instead, he turned to the heads of the sects and said, "Go back to your sects and do closed-door training for a hundred years. Within a hundred years, no one is allowed to enter the Jianghu. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Master."
"I obey the Saint's will."
"We're willing."
The heads of the Wind-thunder Sect, the Mountain River Sect, and the Heaven Heart Chamber all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Li Mu's eyes.
Every one of those sects was a top sect famous in the Northern Song. They also had a great place on the Divine Land. Their disciples were influential in the ever-changing Jianghu of the Northern Song and even in the imperial court. However, at that time, those heads were as obedient as sheep. They did not dare to resist and agreed at once.
Because they saw no hope of victory.
They were all from powerful families. They could run away, but they could not run away. If they insisted on fighting to the death, as long as Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Mountain blocked their gate, they would not be able to escape the disaster of annihilation.
The sects that had a long history had profound resources and extensive influence. But they were gradually mired in the worldly interests and lacked the drive to fight. Most of them could only defend themselves. Naturally, they had to consider the interests of the sects first. It was only a hundred years of seclusion. For the martial arts world, a hundred years was not a long time.
Li Mu waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
In an instant, the heads and experts of the sects turned into streaks of light and fled.
Li Mu then looked at the soldiers of the Glory Army.
Some of them stared at Li Mu with unforgettable hatred, while others lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. After Lord Jin died, the 200,000 soldiers of the Glory Army were leaderless. Even the few loyal and generous soldiers of Lord Jin did not have the morale to take revenge at this time.
The Sage was like a god. How could an ordinary sword touch him?
Li Mu had no intention of killing those people.
"Let's go. Let's get out of here," said Wang Shiyu.
She was afraid that Li Mu would kill again. It was not because she was soft-hearted. After all, she had lived in that world for more than a year. She also knew what kind of world it was. It was mainly because she had vaguely heard that there was karma in the cultivation world. She was afraid that Li Mu would be haunted by killing.
Li Mu nodded, reached out to hold her fair hand, and said, "Okay, let's go back to the Daoyin Temple first."
Seeing that the God of Massacre was finally leaving, the people around finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially Princess Crescent and the other women. They did not expect that Wang Shiyu did not complain to Li Mu and escaped the disaster. They also felt lucky.
But Princess Crescent was sneering inwardly.
"Humph, Wang Shiyu, you bastard from the countryside. You've gone far this time. But don't think I'll appreciate your kindness just because you let me go this time. Next time, when I have the chance, I will make you wish you were dead."
At that moment, Li Mu suddenly halted. He jerked his head to look at Princess Crescent and the others and said, "Little Yu, even if you don't tell me, I know it's you … You vicious women, you still don't know how to repent at this time. You may be spared from death, but you can't escape punishment."
Several jets of broadsword light flashed and vanished.
"Ah …"
Princess Crescent shrieked. Then, she felt the weight on her head lightened. It turned out that her hair had been burned by the crimson flame, exposing her snow-white scalp. The fiery broadsword intent was so brilliant that it only burned her hair but did not hurt her scalp.
A series of exclamations came from around her.
None of the other women who had participated in the humiliation of Wang Shiyu in the tent escaped. Their hair was all burned off, revealing their round bald heads. They all turned pale and shrieked in horror.
Li Mu's spiritual force was so powerful that he could easily sense those people's emotions. He had long identified Princess Crescent and the others. But since Wang Shiyu did not want to pursue the matter, Li Mu decided to let them go. But before he left, he sensed Princess Crescent's hatred and resentment. So, Li Mu decided to teach those women a lesson.
After that, Li Mu and Wang Shiyu disappeared from the main ceremonial platform.
In the camp, countless people looked at each other in bewilderment.
No one expected such a thing to happen. It was supposed to be a grand event that could influence the fate of the entire Northern Song, and Lord Jin could have been the protagonist of the limitless glory. But in the end, it all came to an abrupt end. Lord Jin died on the eve of his prime, and the 200,000 most elite soldiers of the Glory Army had no leader. Even the territory that Lord Jin had been managing for years, as well as some other forces of Lord Jin's …
As they pondered, some people suddenly became excited.
Lord Jin's death left too much power and territory without a leader.
Whoever could swallow up the power and territory of Lord Jin would become the first prince of the Northern Song, wouldn't he?
The eyes of the envoys of the rebel lords all lit up.
But no one noticed that Xuan Chengzi of Mount Qingcheng, who had been silent as if he had disappeared, suddenly showed up again. Wisps of black mist spread out as he breathed and turned into colorless and odorless gas, which was sucked into the mouths of almost all the people in the VIP seats, including some core generals of the Glory Army in the distance …
…
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"You mean we still have a chance to go back?"
Wang Shiyu looked at Li Mu in surprise.
White clouds flew by, and the sky was blue.
Li Mu nodded and said with a smile, "The old faker told me that when I reach the Void-breaking Realm, I can walk out of this planet and have a chance to return to Earth." In addition to some secrets about the old faker, Li Mu told his former deskmate about some of his discoveries on this planet, such as the sages on Earth opened up the Path, and the fact that Laozi, Qu Zi, Li Bai, and the others had visited this planet, and so on.
There was a kind of natural intimacy and trust between the two.
"If we can find this Path, maybe we can go back to Earth. It shouldn't be too long." Li Mu told her his judgment and said confidently, "When the time comes, I can take you back."
"Really? That's great. More than a year has passed. If my parents can't find me, they must be heartbroken. I really want to see them as soon as possible and tell them that I'm actually fine. And my grandparents, my classmates, my head teacher … and my little poodle. I miss everyone on Earth so much. "Tears were glistening in Wang Shiyu's beautiful eyes.
She used to think that she could never return to Earth after she traveled through space and time, so she had long given up on that idea. But now, after hearing the news from Li Mu, she saw hope again, and her heart was filled with eagerness.
"Me too."
Li Mu said sympathetically.
Although he was already a dominator on this planet, with a high status and prestige, deep in his heart, the place he most identified with was Earth.
Perhaps the environment, Spiritual Qi, and scenery on Earth were not as good as that of this world, and the territory was smaller. The entire area of Earth added up was less than any of the three great empires. But as the saying goes, "A son never thinks his mother ugly." No matter how bad Earth was, it was his home, the place where he was born and raised. And the root and motivation of all his struggles in this world was to go back to Earth and protect it.
"Haha, old deskmate, you are now an immortal, aren't you?" Wang Shiyu smiled and changed the topic.
At this time, Li Mu was controlling the clouds and took her to the sky, riding on the clouds and rushing to the Daoyin Temple.
Li Mu chuckled and said cheerfully, "Sort of. The immortals in the myths on Earth are probably like this."
"I really envy you," Wang Shiyu said sincerely. "After I came to this world, I just wandered around to save my life. Later, I met my foster father, who treated me like his own daughter. My foster father also hired a famous teacher to teach me martial arts and gave me all kinds of resources and Cultivation Methods. But I don't know why I can't cultivate any internal qi at all. It seems that I don't have the talent in this aspect."
"Huh? Is there such a thing? "Li Mu was surprised.
The Husky General, who was also teleported here by accident, had an inexplicable supernatural power, which was probably related to the Teleportation Deployment. Before, Li Mu still wondered if Wang Shiyu had also mastered some supernatural power or opened some talent because of the old faker's Teleportation Deployment. But it turned out to be like this?
The deskmate of the campus belle was not as good as a dog?
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