Dark red minced meat mixed with tiny pieces of bone slag splashed like raindrops onto Yun Che's already pale face, as if it were the ruthless graffiti of fate, adding a bit of misery to the tragic scene.
Two arms, one in front and one behind, drew two horrifying and cruel arcs in the air. They fell powerlessly to the ground, emitting two dull sounds, as if playing a dirge for Pan Buwang's tragic fate.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
A agonizing wail, like a cry from the depths of hell, wailed from Pan Buwang's lips. Each howl was like experiencing the agony of purgatory a thousand times. Beads of cold sweat streamed down his cheeks. Before the actual battle even began, the Owl Butterfly Divine Lord had both his arms brutally severed, his combat power instantly drastically reduced.
"Does it hurt?" Mo Su turned his head and gave Yun Che a cruel smile. "It's right that it hurts. This is the retribution you deserve. I will make everyone you care about die one after another, and Pan Buwang will be the first one!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Su, grinning grimly, grabbed Pan Buwang's remaining hair and dragged him several steps like a dead dog. With a flash of cold light, the tip of his sword precisely pierced Pan Buwang's hamstrings. With a snap, the tendons were severed, and Pan Buwang let out a twisted cry of pain. Mo Su's eyes were filled with cruelty. The tip of his sword moved swiftly along the bend of his knees like a spirited snake. With a heart-pounding sound of bone cracking, Pan Buwang's legs were bent backwards at a strange angle.
“Stop! Stop right here!” Yun Che used up all the strength he had left in his body, shouting at the top of his lungs. Even though he was already extremely weak and had very little strength left, the anger and hatred contained in his words were extremely clear, as if they were going to set the whole world on fire.
Mo Su simply sneered, ignoring Yun Che's cries. He slowly raised his light sword, a flicker of determination in his eyes, and without hesitation, he slashed down at Pan Buwang's legs. With two dull thuds, Pan Buwang's legs instantly separated from his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Then, he kicked Pan Buwang, who had lost his limbs and was almost fainting from pain, hard into the mud, letting his blood soak the surrounding soil.
Meng Jianxi and Hua Caili were stunned on the spot for a moment. This scene happened so fast that their souls seemed to be shocked. They had no time to react at all, and their hands did not move at all.
“Ahhhhh, Mo Su!” Yun Che’s eyes were red as he roared at the top of his lungs, his roar filled with rage and unwillingness.
Initially, Yun Che had merely considered Pan Buwang a pawn, not having much affection for him. However, as they got to know each other better, Pan Buwang, this disciple, had unknowingly taken a place in his heart. Especially not long ago, the heartfelt, heartfelt words Pan Buwang had confided to him had deeply touched his heart.
"Don't be impatient, you will soon feel an even more piercing pain." Mo Su's aura was fierce, and his strength did not decrease at all. He turned his eyes and locked his second target on Meng Jianxi.
The light sword in Mo Su's hand flew out like a meteor, creating a distorted ripple in space wherever it passed. With near-teleportation speed, it was right in front of Meng Jianxi in the blink of an eye. Before Meng Jianxi could even react, the sharp tip of the sword had already pierced his chest, leaving a shocking stream of blood.
With one sword, Meng Jianxi's internal organs were all crushed to pieces!
Mo Su flashed, arriving in front of Meng Jianxi in an instant. He grasped the light sword firmly in his hand, then shook it gently to wipe away the bloodstains on the blade. Then, he raised his hand and released another blast of Heaven-Breaking Sword Qi, which locked onto Meng Jianxi's Profound Veins with unparalleled precision.
When the Xuanmai was shattered by the sword energy, a cloud of blood mist exploded from Meng Jianxi's spine. Blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth. His whole body was like a punctured blood bag, twitching on the ground.
Instantly, Meng Jianxi's aura rapidly faded like a deflated ball. His face instantly turned pale as paper. In just those two strikes, this once awe-inspiring deity's cultivation was completely crippled, leaving him powerless to resist.
"Brother Yuan... I... can't help... you anymore..." Meng Jianxi's breath was weak and her voice was intermittent. Before she could finish her words, she fell straight to the ground and was no longer able to get up.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Yun Che screamed to the sky, a surge of blood suddenly rushing up his throat. In this world of the abyss, he had come to regard Meng Kongchan as half a father, and Meng Jianxi naturally became half a relative. But now, watching him collapse helplessly before his eyes, his life force slowly fading away, while he felt as if he were being held in the grips of fate, completely powerless... The grief, anger, and self-blame in his heart surged like a surging tide, completely drowning him.
“Mosu!!!”
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