Just as Shen Zhao turned back to the southern entrance, several monks suddenly blocked his way.
"Old man, you have offended His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, you are dead today!"
The leader, holding a cold sword, stared at Shen Zhao with an icy expression.
His name is Ma Jun, and he has reached the fifth level of the Na Yuan Realm.
The five accomplices behind him were all cultivators in the Na Yuan realm.
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao laughed and said, "Gentlemen? Time is limited in the secret realm. Why are you looking for an old man like me instead of seeking opportunities?"
"Heh, for a mere mortal to enter the Fuxi Abyss and die here is the most glorious thing in your life."
Ma Jun looked at Shen Zhao with a sly grin, as if he were looking at a dead man.
Shen Zhao took a deep breath: "Are all the kids these days so arrogant? They won't even spare an old man like me who can't even kill a chicken?"
Ma Jun: "I'm sorry, we don't want to attack a mere mortal like you, but unfortunately His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince promised us that if we kill you, he will give us a portion of the treasures he obtained from the Fuxi Abyss. We can't refuse this request."
"You actually believe what that bastard Chu Yang says?" Shen Zhao sneered. "That's quite astonishing. You bunch of brats are still too inexperienced. You've been used as pawns without even realizing it."
"Old man, you're still stubborn even when you're about to die?"
"Stop wasting time talking to him, just get rid of this old man."
Knowing Shen Zhao's tendency to argue, the group decided to stop wasting words and rushed towards him.
Upon seeing this, Shen Zhao sighed, dodged a sword to the side, and then punched the chest of the rapier-wielding Xiao Karami with a "crack".
Before Little Karami could even react to what was happening, he was instantly blasted into the sky by this seemingly casual punch, dying a tragic death in the northwest.
The two little karami behind him saw this and immediately peed themselves.
Unfortunately, it was too late to stop at this point, because their bodies were still flying towards Shen Zhao.
Just as Shen Zhao's fist, as big as a sandbag, was about to smash into him, Little Karami could only pray loudly, "Please, have mercy on me! Don't come any closer, it's going to hit me!"
With two sharp "crack" sounds, Little Karami landed headfirst on the ground, then bounced up on the spot. Newton, seeing this, slapped his coffin lid and shouted "666" (a Chinese internet slang for "awesome").
Ma Jun's expression changed instantly. Seeing Shen Zhao so ruthlessly take down three little Karamis with his fists, his mind went blank, and only one thought remained in his head: "We're doomed, this guy is playing dumb to fool us."
Thinking of this, Ma Jun immediately braked suddenly in mid-air, drifted perfectly, turned around and ran.
As for his other two companions, they were so slow to realize what was happening that Shen Zhao punched them both in the head, denting their shoulders.
"Want to run? Too late!"
Seeing that Ma Jun had finished running, in the spirit of prioritizing competition over friendship, Shen Zhao immediately picked up a stone from the ground and casually tossed it aside.
Ah~
With a scream, Ma Jun's legs were broken, and he fell to his knees with a thud.
"Don't kill me! Senior, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
At this moment, Ma Jun had lost all his previous arrogance. He was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, looking so bad that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.
Upon reaching Ma Jun, Shen Zhao, without saying a word, raised his hand and slapped him, sending Ma Jun spinning thirty-six times on the spot.
Just as the spin stopped, he slapped it with his backhand and spun it counterclockwise thirty-six times. Only after spinning seventy-two times did Ma Jun return to the starting point.
At this time, Ma Jun's face had swollen like a pig's head.
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