"Make your move! I'll see if you have three heads and six arms and can still defeat thirty-odd of us!"
Wolf Brother brandished his one arm menacingly, and everyone surrounded the car.
Jiang Yuan got out of the car unhurriedly, and the group of people in front of him was nothing to be afraid of.
The strongest Wolf is a sixth-tier Spirit Awakener with a spiritual energy of 73, and he also possesses an intermediate talent—the Falling Rock Technique.
There are many types of talents, including offensive, control, and support types. Many talents are even like skills, except that the skills presented as talents are growth skills, which can increase in power as the level increases.
The others were not weak, but they were not strong either; most of them were fourth or fifth-tier Spirit Awakeners.
"These two women are weak, let's attack them first!"
More than twenty people surrounded Ning Yanlan and Leng Yue, while only seven people, including Wolf Brother, were dealing with Jiang Yuan.
"Yanlan, don't make a move! We have bodyguards; it would be beneath us to fight them!" Jiang Yuan gave the order, and Tianhun Tong landed beside Ning Yanlan in a flash.
The current Heavenly Soul Child is not the same as the Heavenly Soul Child of the past. In the past, it was filled with Holy Spirit Stones, but now it is filled with Holy Spirit Crystals. Its soul energy recovery speed is extremely fast, and it can be said to be a real weapon of mass destruction.
"Wow, what a magnificent war machine!" Old Wu, who had been standing on the hood of the car commenting on the off-road vehicle, looked on with envy.
"Kill them without mercy, show no mercy!"
Jiang Yuan coldly gave the order: the other party's behavior had crossed the line of humanity, so there was no need to consider anything else; killing was enough.
"kill!"
Leng Yue launched a ruthless attack, but this time she didn't activate the Fallen Lightning. There was no need; even if the enemy outnumbered them, they were no match.
The Heavenly Soul Child's body grew larger again, reaching a height of three meters. At this moment, Ning Yanlan was drawn into the Heavenly Soul Child by a surge of energy, and the two became one.
"May you find repentance in death!" Jiang Yuan charged forward, spear in hand.
"Hmph, even the leader of the Ninth Legion has to treat me with respect, and you, a nobody, dare to spout nonsense in front of me!" Wolf Brother's eyes looked at Jiang Yuan as if he wanted to devour him.
He only had his left hand left, but he was not good at close combat; instead, he was skilled in psionic attacks. When he took out his magical weapon to attack, Jiang Yuan's goal was very clear: to kill him first.
Psionic attacks are the most powerful among the three types, and Ning Yanlan is the best example. Although she has the identity of a spirit race, a unique bloodline, and her own exclusive cultivation technique, her psionic attacks are still stronger than those of people of the same level.
"Falling Rock Technique!"
Wolf Brother's magical artifact was not a staff, but something like a token. Spiritual energy was poured into the token in a very short time, and then waves of energy appeared ten meters in the air.
After the fluctuations subsided, basketball-sized energy particles hurtled towards Jiang Yuan.
"Talent right from the start, you really value me!" Jiang Yuan smiled wickedly, using two shackles and his strong blood to withstand the opponent's falling rock technique. "I can withstand your attacks, but can you withstand mine?"
"Five times the stealth kill!"
Jiang Yuan unleashed a devastating attack right from the start. In his eyes, these people deserved to die because they had verbally insulted Ning Yanlan, which was unforgivable.
The Falling Rocks technique bombarded quickly, but he was still only a single-element sixth-tier cultivator, how could he possibly shake Jiang Yuan who had broken through two shackles and cultivated both internal and external body-forging techniques?
A flash of light appeared, and Jiang Yuan showed no mercy. Wolf Brother, who had been full of confidence, was startled.
"You..." Wolf Brother was about to curse, but suddenly he couldn't make a sound. He looked down and saw a huge hole in his chest cavity. His heart and lungs were completely destroyed. Because his lungs were gone, he couldn't breathe and couldn't make any sound.
"impossible!"
The moment Wolf Brother fell, only one thought crossed his mind: if he had known the vast difference between himself and his opponents, he would never have dared to provoke them. But, there's no going back.
"If you couldn't be a good human being while you were alive, be a good ghost when you're dead!" Jiang Yuan threw down the rose, receiving a mark of the dead in return.
"Boss, he's dead?"
The men who followed felt their legs go weak; they never expected their leader to be killed so easily.
"You are the legendary devil who kills people by throwing flowers!" someone suddenly said, trembling.
"It's him, the Rose Killer?"
The moment those four words were uttered, everyone's fighting spirit vanished!
"Mind control!" Jiang Yuan didn't care whether the other party was surprised or not; all he wanted to do now was kill.
The divine power enveloped a person, and the mind control directly crushed him. The person stood frozen in place, and Jiang Yuan fired a seemingly ordinary shot.
With a muffled thud, the person controlled by the mind turned into a headless corpse, falling with a rose in resentment.
"If the mark of the dead wasn't impure without a blessing, do you think I would offer flowers to scum like you?" Jiang Yuan murmured, looking at the person lying on the ground.
When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; all past grudges vanish. Whether or not to offer blessings is of little significance to Jiang Yuan; what he cares about is the mark left on the deceased.
"Run! Back to Camp 39!"
It's unclear who shouted first, but a group of people scattered and fled. It's truly laughable that thirty or so people were frightened by just three people.
But as ridiculous as it may seem, how could Jiang Yuan and his group let these people escape?
"Since you've decided to kill, you should be prepared to be killed!"
Jiang Yuanfeng took a step forward, and with each mental control strike, the tip of the God-Slaying Spear awaited him; no one could stop his attack.
The seven men who attacked him all perished under their guns, while several of Leng Yue and Ning Yanlan's men scattered and fled, and they didn't even get close to the enemy.
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