The live broadcast on the Deep Web was going on.
In order to make a name for himself, the vice chairman paid a high price and did a lot of publicity on the Deep Web in advance, especially titles such as "Beating the former Eastern God of War", "The Doomsday of the God of War", and "Who is the real Eastern God of War", which were very popular and attracted a lot of attention.
When the live broadcast began, the Deep Web immediately set off a climax.
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In the Snow Wolf Lake on the Siberian Tundra.
The endless snowstorm ravaged the area over and over again. Several meters of ice and snow directly covered the area within a radius of hundreds of miles, turning it into a white swirling world.
In this extreme cold, basically no creature could survive.
Except for … the Direplain Wolves.
"Is this the Chinese man who killed the Priest?"
Under the tundra, in the ancient underground frozen castle, the modern display screen was showing the battle in the Zhongtian Building in Zhengzhou, China.
Many werewolves were astonished to see the man in the video cutting down ordinary cultivators one slash at a time.
"The Eastern God of War, who killed the Priest and dozens of elite warriors of the Direplain Wolves, has such a primitive fighting style?"
"Although he can kill one with one strike, how long will it take if he keeps killing like this?"
"Isn't it too different from the legend that he can fly in the sky, move mountains, and kill countless cultivators with a glance?"
All the Direplain Wolf warriors felt that something must have gone wrong.
The man on the screen, whether it was his strength, momentum, or broadsword-using skills, was very ordinary. Any one of them could tear this man to pieces in a thousandth of a second.
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"You're telling me that this is the man who killed our Tiger Leader?"
North America.
A cruel and mysterious voice echoed in the conference room of the base.
All the members of the Fierce Tigers were trembling with fear.
On the holographic wall of the conference room, the Chinese man with a long broadsword was carrying out a primitive style of slaughter. He cut down a cultivator with one strike, and blood spilled on the ground like a fountain. Surrounded by cultivators in black uniforms, he was like a small reef surrounded by cold stormy waves, which could completely drown, smash, and swallow him at any time.
From the looks of it, it was impossible for him to win alone.
It wouldn't be long before he was exhausted to death.
"There's no way a piece of trash like him could have killed one of our people. Marshall received my divine blessing and has divine power. There's no way he would have died at the hands of such a person. What is the truth? Check it for me. "
The god hiding in the dark roared angrily.
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"Is this Li Mu's real strength? Could it be that Third Brother actually died under such a method? "
In the headquarters of the Thousand Beasts Alliance, the Second Alliance Master was in disbelief as he watched the live broadcast on the Dark Web.
The Grand Alliance Master had a solemn expression on his face as he looked at every frame with a rare seriousness.
After the initial shock, he felt that things should not be so simple. Therefore, he wanted to find out the secret hidden behind such a 'low-end fight' from this live broadcast. In particular, he wanted to know what was hidden in the moves of the figure who held a single saber and was not even comparable to an ordinary cultivator.
However, up until now, he still couldn't see anything.
"Hey, to be honest, it's hard to explain to Master."
The Fourth Alliance Master rubbed his temples and said, "If I tell Master that Third Sister was killed by such a person, maybe he will think that I raped Third Sister and then killed her, and put the blame on Li Mu …"
"Shut up," said the Grand Alliance Master.
"Oh, okay." The Fourth Alliance Master felt a little aggrieved.
After a pause, he couldn't help but add, "Brother, it's a bit shameful to tell others about this. People all over the world are watching the live broadcast on the Dark Web. If Third Sister was killed by such a Li Mu, our Thousand Beasts Alliance will lose face …"
"Shut up," said the Second Alliance Master.
"Oh, okay." The Fourth Alliance Master felt a little aggrieved.
After a pause, he opened his mouth to speak again.
"Shut up." The Grand Alliance Master and the Second Alliance Master said in unison.
…
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"The glory of our God, bless all living beings … Li Mu, the butcher with a steel knife, the follower of our God, shouldn't be killed by such a thug. The eastern territory will be illuminated by the glory of our God."
In the Vatican Cathedral, the chants of the choir seemed to echo eternally. The archbishops dressed in red, as well as the other bishops, watched the live broadcast on the screen. Their expressions were different, but most of them were disdainful and contemptuous.
If the so-called God of War of the East only had such means … then the level of the entire eastern cultivation world he represented seemed to be much lower than they had imagined.
Most of the bishops had an unprecedented desire to conquer him.
The deterrence of the East was reduced in their hearts.
Instead, it was replaced by a surging desire.
Many people in this world still didn't understand that in the era of great changes, the really valuable things were not gold, diamonds, oil, ores, or human resources, but those famous mountains and rivers.
Because in these famous mountains and great rivers, there were ancient ruins, lost god gardens, sleeping gods, divine treasure mines, and … all kinds of possibilities.
And in the distant East, the mysterious ancient Asian country, China, was undoubtedly the place with the most famous mountains and rivers.
In the history of the earth, this land had not been really conquered.
And now, it was the best opportunity.
The gods had already performed miracles in the Vatican. The wings of angels spread, and the sleeping gods woke up and whispered. Every believer knew that the real era that belonged to them had slowly begun.
Time waited for no man.
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The live broadcast on the Deep Web caused a huge reaction in the world of cultivation. The only difference was that this kind of reaction might not be what the Vice Alliance Master expected.
"Is this the battle scene that represents the strongest cultivators in China?"
"Don't tell me he hired a random actor to impersonate him?"
"I feel like I've been fooled."
"It seems like a farce."
"It's a hacking game, but it's not technical at all."
"This kind of battle is actually regarded as a battle between the strongest cultivators in the East. It's simply an insult to my intelligence and my eyes."
Seeing such comments on the screen, the Vice Alliance Master's mood became very bad.
He had imagined what kind of battle would happen after Li Mu arrived, and even the ZhongTian Building would be blown up and destroyed. But he never expected that Li Mu's fighting method was so primitive.
How primitive was it?
It was as if he really hired a bad actor to play the role.
Why did this happen?
Why did the anticipated "battle between the gods" turn into a "50 cents special effect"?
The comments ignited the anger in the Vice Alliance Master's heart.
Now, he also felt that as long as there was enough time, he could exhaust Li Mu to death and completely get rid of him without even taking any action.
"Is it because Li Mu has been injured in the battle of the Mogao Caves, and is now an arrow at the end of its flight?"
The Vice Alliance Master could only guess so.
"Go, go! Kill him! Kill Li Mu!"
With great disappointment, he roared.
Therefore, the experts of the Cultivators' Association also took action. Like a tide of darkness, they rushed down to Li Mu.
Li Mu didn't know about this.
Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
He just felt that after the battle of Mogao Caves in Dunhuang and the battle at the gate of the military camp in Dunhuang, he suddenly had a new understanding of the Broadsword Way.
That was the so-called return to simplicity.
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