"Young master, to kill the nine-headed blood lion, you must cut off all nine of its heads."
The wooden chanting rang out loudly.
But in fact, Ye Qiu had already started doing so without Mu Fanyin's reminder.
His sword moved with lightning speed, sweeping across the ground as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
hiss hiss hiss...
The heads of the nine blood lions exploded one after another, like fireworks bursting open, creating a breathtaking scene.
This scene left everyone speechless.
Even when they all attacked together, they couldn't defeat the Nine-Headed Blood Lion.
Despite his severe injuries, Ye Qiu was still able to unleash a devastating attack on the Nine-Headed Blood Lion.
The difference between them is considerable.
"What a powerful person."
Mu Fanyin's eyes shone brightly.
"If this person were in his prime, he could probably rival the Emperor's son. How come I've never seen him before?"
Mu Tong whispered, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
“Brother, some people just like to cultivate in seclusion, or perhaps they have just come from some mysterious place, so it’s normal that we don’t know them,” Mu Fanyin said.
"That's true. Never mind, Fanyin, let's hurry up and lend him a hand."
Mu Tong rushed forward.
Not to be outdone, Mu Fanyin also hurriedly offered her help.
In a matter of moments, the once invincible nine-headed blood lion died a gruesome death on the spot.
Ye Qiu reached out and swallowed all the essence and spirit of the nine-headed blood lion to replenish his own body.
With this supplementation, Ye Qiu recovered further and his complexion improved considerably.
"Hey, you seem even more energetic after the battle?" Mu Fanyin exclaimed in surprise.
"It's nothing, you two. Until we meet again."
Ye Qiu left in a hurry because he felt that he was about to break through...
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