On the mountaintop.
The stench of an old weasel lingers, as if it has been fermenting for a hundred years and aged for a thousand years.
Many of the martial artists who rushed up from behind were so overcome by the fumes that they fainted on the spot.
Even worse, some people collapsed from poisoning and lost consciousness.
If you keep vomiting, that's considered mild.
Scott, the leader of the American Martial Arts Federation, was furious and quickly retreated.
"Damn it, you weasel, how dare you ambush me."
He threw a punch at his opponent mid-air.
In mid-air, numerous fist shadows appeared, stirring up a violent gale, and several peak ninth-grade Martial Kings around them were blasted away.
The old weasel was very cunning. With a sly laugh, it scurried away.
The old guy knew he was no match for Scott, so he didn't try to fight him head-on.
He kept circling and maneuvering around him in the middle of the field, and then, out of the blue, he'd stick out his big butt and let out a stinky fart.
Scott was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to burst. He yelled and screamed, wishing he could tear the old man apart alive.
The old weasel was all alone, and everyone instinctively kept their distance from it.
Keep your distance.
It's unbearable to be hit like that all the time.
They weren't beaten to death, but they were suffocated by the fumes.
It would be shameful enough to tell anyone.
also.
Liu Shiru also made her move. She and Lu Xueqi combined their swords, and the powerful sword energy formed a huge Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram, slashing and killing across the sky, leaving Kase in a sorry state with multiple injuries.
With a flick of her wrist, Seventh Senior Sister Jiang Yinuo unleashed a flurry of black iron spear phantoms, creating a series of spear flowers that killed several high-ranking members of the Japanese martial arts world.
Despite their rush up the steps, the difference in strength between them was vast, and they were no match for Jiang Yinuo.
The most bizarre one was Huang Fengyi, who sat cross-legged on a huge rock at the top of the mountain.
The howling mountain wind blew her robes, outlining her graceful and delicate figure. Her skin was snow-white and smooth, and her fine hair at her temples danced lightly in the wind.
The huge keyboard lay across her lap, and her long, slender, fair fingers skillfully tapped the keys.
A series of computer virus codes flew out of thin air, like mysterious runes, silently infiltrating the bodies of many enemy warriors, making them impossible to defend against.
As one of the world's top computer hackers, Huang Fengyi can not only remotely install viruses on computers, but also implant computer viruses into martial artists.
This sounds unbelievable, but for Huang Fengyi, it's not a problem at all.
Then, something amazing happened.
One by one, martial artists infected with computer viruses suddenly "crashed" due to their low cultivation level.
He died suddenly!
He remained motionless, his eyes wide open, his face filled with terror and astonishment, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable before his death.
Computer virus marks appeared on his body and face, and his limbs became stiff.
Even martial artists with higher cultivation levels were badly affected by computer viruses, as they were controlled by invisible computer code.
Sitting in a horse stance, he resembled an office worker sitting at his desk, turning on his computer to begin his day's work, his hands constantly tapping in mid-air.
Leaning forward, he stared intently ahead, as if there were a computer screen there, his brow furrowed as he pondered his work plan.
Even worse, some of them had a game virus implanted by Huang Fengyi, making them mimic characters from computer games, jumping and thrashing about while making strange noises.
One minute it's Spartacus, the war god from League of Legends.
A moment later, he transformed into a Ghost Swordsman from Dungeon Fighter Online, brandishing his iron sword and yelling at his opponent.
Others imitated the mages in the game "Conquer Online," making hand gestures in the air while chanting incantations and performing magical summoning.
In short, they are all kinds of things, with all sorts of problems.
Dongfang Sheng and his men then charged up and killed them all as easily as chopping vegetables and melons.
Leonif from the snow country strode in, extending his steel-like hand.
He tore a South Korean martial arts alliance vice leader into two bloody pieces on the spot.
Kim Sang-il from North Korea also rushed up with several skilled fighters.
Ye Feng swung his iron hammer with a whooshing sound, smashing it fiercely towards the leader dressed in black.
The Xuanyuan Sword split into countless sword energies, crisscrossing and slaughtering, tearing the void to pieces.
The sword energy surged, drawing forth thunder from the heavens, sweeping away ghosts and demons.
Then, dark clouds gathered from all directions, and lightning bolts as thick as buckets descended, wrapping around the giant iron hammer and increasing its power.
"Go to hell!"
"Ye Feng, you're too arrogant. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
The leader opened his mouth and spat out a huge, dilapidated bronze bell, which enveloped him and protected him completely.
The old bronze bell, gleaming with dark light, looked very mysterious and exuded an aura of antiquity.
The leader's voice came from inside the bronze bell, sounding somewhat muffled.
"Ye Feng, this is the Immovable Underworld King Bronze Bell. I forged it using the skull of a peak Martial Emperor. It can withstand a single blow from a Martial Emperor."
"Hmph, you can't do anything to me."
Click—
Ye Feng's iron hammer fell, smashing the bronze bell to pieces, like an eggshell.
"That's impossible!"
The leader coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief, and then turned and fled into the immortal gate behind him.
"Trying to run away? Not so easy."
Ye Feng raised his hammer and brought it down. The enormous iron hammer, as big as a small mountain, smashed the immortal sect to pieces in mid-air with world-destroying power.
Pebbles scattered and flew everywhere.
The ringleader has disappeared.
A magic array appeared before them, chaotic and hazy, with ribbons of mist drifting around, as if they had returned to the time before the creation of heaven and earth.
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