Xiang Tianhong originally intended to act as a peacemaker.

As a result, he was slapped in the face by Li Mu, and the slap hurt quite a bit.

If it were at Wudao Mountain or somewhere else, he would definitely want to exchange a few blows with Li Mu.

But that won't work now, because this is the Thundercloud Sect. If we make a move, we'll become mortal enemies with Li Mu.

With Li Mu's vindictive nature, he will bring big trouble upon himself and the martial arts association.

When Vanden told him he had met Li Mu's senior, Mo Lishi, he didn't believe it at all.

The name Molishi, when reversed, means 'is Li Mu'.

Moreover, after Li Mu jumped off the cliff, her senior brother also disappeared.

Xiang Tianhong is now beginning to doubt whether Li Mu really has a sect to rely on.

Otherwise, why would Li Mu's strength improve so quickly?

How did he manage to do it without the help of the sect?

With these thoughts in mind, Xiang Tianhong gradually adjusted his mindset.

Since we can't take action, it's best not to offend them.

"Brother Tianhong, this boy is far too arrogant; he has no respect for anyone."

I would appreciate it if Brother Tianhong would cover for me and let me deal with this arrogant brat.

Looking at Xiang Tianhong's dark, charcoal-like face, Wu Daozi had a sudden thought: he wanted to drag him along to deal with Li Mu.

Li Mu took out a few more nails and, while Wu Daozi was speaking, threw them at several disciples who were trying to escape.

"Pfft pfft pfft..."

With a few soft sounds, several more lives were taken.

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Xiang Tianhong's eyes narrowed; Li Mu's disregard for human life shocked him.

Moreover, this young man's decisiveness only strengthened his resolve to remain uninvolved.

"Fellow Daoist Li Mu, I will remember what happened today. Please come to my Martial Arts Association for a visit another day."

Xiang Tianhong said to Li Mu through gritted teeth.

Then, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Wu Daozi and said:

"Brother Wu, I'm sorry, I just remembered that I still have some matters to attend to at the Martial Arts Tournament, so I'll take my leave now."

After speaking to Tianhong, he turned and left without delay.

They were both ancient foxes, yet Wu Daozi still wanted to play the game of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio with him.

Is something like this, where life and death are at stake, something that can be addressed with just a few words?

Seeing Xiang Tianhong leave, Wu Daozi felt somewhat displeased that his plan to recruit more people had failed.

He looked at the large square, where, apart from those who were pretending to be dead, there were no longer any people standing.

Facing Li Mu, in a life-or-death duel, there was no need for further words.

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Since it was a matter of life and death, Wu Daozi took out a large drum directly from his storage bag.

The drum looks simple and unadorned, with intricate patterns covering its body, making it impossible to discern the material, and the drumhead has a yellowish tinge.

Li Mu's heart pounded as he looked at the large drum; it was actually a high-grade spiritual artifact.

Then he realized something was wrong; the drum should have drumsticks, but Wu Daozi didn't take them out.

Could those two long spikes be drumsticks?

If the long cone is a drumstick, and it's paired with this drum, then it goes beyond the category of a magical artifact.

"Thump!"

While Li Mu was still thinking about spiritual artifacts and treasures, Old Daoist Wu had already started beating the drum.

The drumbeats were not loud, but rather deep and resonant, like muffled thunder striking the heart.

As soon as the drum sounded, Li Mu's soul trembled violently; just one drumbeat damaged his spirit.

Not only that, the flying sword hanging overhead also trembled and became unable to kill the enemy.

If Wu Laodao keeps beating the drum, Li Mu feels that he will be killed by the drumbeats before Wu Laodao comes to kill him.

At this moment, Li Musheng wanted to retreat and needed to find a way to leave; staying here would only be suicide.

Fortunately, Li Mu did not hear a second drumbeat.

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After regaining his senses, he retrieved his flying sword and looked at Old Wu, who was banging on the drum with his fist.

At this moment, Wu Daozi's right hand, which had just struck the drum, trembled slightly, and sweat was already on his forehead.

Li Muxin realized that not just anyone could strike this drum, and that using true qi to beat it would be extremely taxing.

He quickened his pace, not wanting the old Taoist to beat the drum any longer, and prepared to kill him with a single sword stroke.

Because his soul was damaged, he could no longer use the flying sword at full power, so he had no choice but to fight hand-to-hand with the wooden tooth.

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Wu Daozi's all-out strike on the drum depleted half of his true energy, yet Li Mu actually withstood it.

This Haotian Drum is the treasured artifact of the Thundercloud Sect and is not easily used in battle.

It was used only once in a century.

That happened more than fifty years ago when a demonic Taoist appeared in the martial arts world, causing chaos and panic throughout the entire martial arts community.

Even with dozens of martial arts alliance experts surrounding and attacking him, they still couldn't defeat the Demon Taoist.

It was his father, Wu Jun, the patriarch of the Heavenly Thunder Sect at the time, who brought out the Haotian Drum.

At that time, his father only struck the Haotian Drum once, which shattered the demon Taoist's cultivation, and he was then killed by them.

Haotian Drum became famous in this battle, and his father was later honored as Daojun.

He is now known as Wu Daozi, in honor of his father, Wu Daojun.

This was Wu Daozi's first time using the Haotian Drum. According to his father, the Haotian Drum has a greater impact on people with higher cultivation levels.

However, this first experience was indeed unpleasant; with just one strike, he had consumed 50% of his true energy.

The key point is that the opponent was not defeated as a result.

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As Li Mu walked towards him, Wu Daozi raised his trembling hand again.

Even if he used all his strength and poured all his true energy into it, he still had to strike the hammer a second time.

This is a life-or-death blow; if he fails to strike, he will die by Li Mu's sword.

Seeing Wu Laodao's movements, Li Mu, holding the wooden tooth, leaped up.

However, he was still too slow.

"Thump!"

The dull drumbeat was softer than the previous one, yet it caused Li Mu even more harm.

Because Li Mu was only five steps away from Wu Daozi at that moment.

If Muya's illusion had lasted longer, he could have killed his opponent.

Li Mu, who was in mid-air, was thrown back by the sound of the drum, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

After landing, Li Mu was thrown backward more than ten steps due to inertia, and finally sat down on the ground.

If the previous drumbeat injured his soul, then this drumbeat has already severely damaged his soul.

Not only that, his previously prepared attack on Wu Daozi was completely shattered by the spiritual energy he had gathered, resulting in severe internal injuries.

If Wu Daozi were to attack now, he would be powerless to fight back. Even a disciple at the Profound Realm could kill him.

Now his soul is severely damaged, his spiritual energy is running wild, and his blood is churning.

Seeing that Wu Daozi did not come over, he forced himself to sit up, swallowed another Rejuvenation Pill, and began to heal his injuries.

Li Mu had already overestimated the size of the drum, but ultimately underestimated it.

He underestimated the power of the bass drum and the damage it could inflict on him.

This is definitely not a magical artifact, but a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth that transcends the category of magical artifacts.

If he were to strike the drum, a single blow would likely cause everyone present to lose all their cultivation.

If drumsticks were added, all of these people would be so shaken that their souls would collapse, and they would die vomiting blood.