Zhou Mu transmigrated to another world twice. Standing in a familiar place for the second time, Zhou Mu was incredibly excited. Having defied fate and changed his destiny, he became the cornerstone...
In the stands, everyone was suddenly stunned.
Immediately, I felt a chill run down my spine. In broad daylight, it felt like I had fallen into an ice cave.
It is truly astonishing that martial artists of the same level could be so easily crushed, leaving the latter powerless to fight back.
All eyes fell on Mo Zhong.
Mo Zhong opened his mouth, and an endless suction force burst forth from it, like a black hole, directly sucking in all the blood mist formed after Wang Tianming's explosion.
Everyone's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of fear slowly spread across their faces.
"The rumors were true after all; the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan really does eat people..."
"How terrifying..."
"It's truly terrifying. This cultivation method is so evil; no wonder they're called the Demon Race..."
...
The crowd only dared to whisper among themselves.
Mo Zhong smacked his lips, seemingly savoring the taste, and then smiled with narrowed eyes, saying, "It tastes good."
A flash of crimson light appeared on his body, and his spiritual power was slowly increasing.
The realm, which had been dormant for a long time, finally began to stir.
Although it was only a slight improvement, this small change was enough to make Mo Chong overjoyed.
After he had fully digested his food, his gaze then fell upon his other prey.
The so-called prey were, of course, the elders of the Wang family martial arts school.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
Then, several sonic booms were heard, and afterimages flowed smoothly among the elders of the Wang Family Martial Arts School. When the afterimages condensed into Mo Zhong's figure, several bangs rang out. In the next moment, each of the living people turned into clouds of blood mist.
He opened his mouth wide, and the enormous suction force pulled it all in.
His cultivation level began to grow rapidly, climbing steadily until it finally stopped at the half-step saint realm.
In other words, they are only half a step away from the true Saint Realm, but this half step has stifled countless geniuses. Countless prodigies are stuck at this level for life. Those who can become Saints are often martial artists with one in ten thousand luck, talent, and hard work.
At this moment, the elders of the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan were displeased. One of them stood up and said, "Elder, isn't this a bit inappropriate? We've worked so hard, it's not right for us to leave empty-handed."
Mo Zhong ignored them.
Why would the gods care about the thoughts of ants?
He was experiencing tremendous changes within his body, and he seemed to be much stronger than before.
The elders of the Wang Family Martial Arts School were all stunned. They all looked at Wang Tianfeng, the mastermind behind all this. Didn't they say it had nothing to do with them and that they could just watch the show from the sidelines? How did the trouble start to spread to them?
At this moment, Wang Tianfeng's expression also changed slightly.
He shouted at Mo Zhong, "Mo Zhong, what do you mean by this? Are you going to break our agreement?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual energy surged, and a powerful force surrounded him, as if he wanted to use it as a threat.
However, Mo Zhong just sneered and said, "I promised you to kill Wang Tianquan, but I didn't say I wouldn't kill these elders. The brothers have finally had a chance to have some fun, so naturally we have to enjoy ourselves."
Wang Tianfeng snorted coldly, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but after thinking it over, he silently took a few steps back, pretending that nothing had happened.
He had always known the consequences of dealing with a tiger for its skin. He had considered this when he first discussed the matter with them. However, he never expected that these people would be devils, treating human lives as a joke.
Upon seeing this, the elder of the Wang family martial arts school understood what Wang Tianfeng meant, and his expression changed slightly.
Before they could react, the elders of the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan pounced on them like hungry tigers.
About fifteen minutes later, not a single elder of the Wang Family Martial Arts School remained.
Wang Tianquan slowly woke up at this moment, and after seeing the situation in front of him, his already pale face became even thinner.
He staggered to his feet, coughing up blood from his mouth.
Upon seeing this, Mo Yuntian burst into laughter, saying, "Wang Tianquan, you've finally met your match! You cared about your Wang Family Martial Arts School, didn't you? Now I've personally destroyed it, hahahahahaha..."
In the end, he couldn't contain his joy.
Then his gaze fell on Wang Qing'er, and his expression turned cold, "And your precious daughter Wang Qing'er..."
"I will repay you for all the suffering you have caused me."
As the words fell, the sky gradually darkened, and the flesh on Mo Yuntian's face began to disappear, slowly returning to normal.
Skull face.
No, if you've seen his face, you'd think the skull face is actually quite handsome.
Because one half of his face looked like it had been corroded by strong sulfuric acid, pitted and scarred, which was frightening, while on the other half, a lot of his wide cheekbones had been cut off, leaving only a little bit.
This was the first time Wang Tianquan had seen Mo Tianyun like this. He paused for a moment, then frowned and said, "How did you end up looking like this?"
Seeing Wang Tianquan's disgust, Mo Tianyun was filled with rage and sneered, "I am in this state all because of you, Wang Tianquan. You made me lose my most precious face, and I will make you taste this excruciating pain."
"You dare."
Wang Tianquan's expression suddenly changed.
At that moment, he suddenly pulled his hand upwards, and an endless suction force burst forth from his palm. The next instant, the Rebirth Blade landed in his hand.
The moment he grasped the blade, Wang Tianquan's aura increased terrifyingly exponentially, reaching a level infinitely close to that of a saint in a short instant.
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