Mu Wang's body slowly collapsed, shattering into scattered stones.
"Huh? Holy crap?"
Qiao Suinian saw this scene through the little skeleton while riding his black-armored warhorse, and his eyes widened instantly.
Because that old man was none other than the old sweeper he kept running into!
This old man actually managed to kill Mu Wang, the seventh elder of the Abyss Spirit Clan, with a single blow.
Could it be... that he really is the legendary Martial God of Jinling City?
Qiao Suinian quickly closed his eyes and re-established a connection with the little skeleton.
The old man slowly raised his head and looked at the other Abyss Spirits, who were all terrified and didn't even have time to react.
"Where is the Seventh Elder? Where is my great Seventh Elder?"
Mu Ling was completely dumbfounded. The Seventh Elder was actually defeated in one blow by an old man?
"Jinling City is not a place where you alien races can run wild. Get out!" the old man said coldly, his face full of murderous intent.
The old man's hunched body was like a mountain, suppressing the entire city of Jinling and preventing it from shaking.
The survivors of Jinling City stared blankly at the old man. No one knew who he was, but they knew that he had saved them, and their eyes were filled with gratitude.
Mu Ling and the others were so frightened that they slowly retreated. Even the Seventh Elder was killed instantly by this old man, so they were definitely no match for him.
"Hehe, what a powerful aura! No wonder he was the Martial God who single-handedly repelled the alien beast tide three years ago."
Just then, a cold voice rang out, and the Grand Elder of the Abyss Spirit Clan appeared in the sky above Jinling City!
"But...who gave you the courage to kill my Spirit Clan elder?"
The First Elder's figure was cold and aloof. Then, the other five elders of the Abyss Spirit Clan appeared behind him. The seven elders of the Abyss Spirit Clan, along with the deceased Mu Wang, gathered in the sky above Jinling City at this moment. All the survivors in Jinling City felt a powerful sense of oppression.
At the same time, the elder's words gave them hope for survival.
"That old man is the God of War! He is the God of War, Ma Zhenguo! We are saved!"
"With the emergence of the God of War, who can contend with him? There is no one in this world who can be his match! Back then, a powerful figure tried with all his might to break even one of the God of War's fingers, but he couldn't budge it!"
"Hahahaha! Heaven has not forsaken Jinling! Go, Martial God! Kill these alien races!"
The survivors of Jinling City cheered, remembering the powerful figure who single-handedly stood in front of them three years ago when Jinling City was about to be swallowed up by the alien beast tide.
"It seems that the people of Jinling City have great faith in you and see you as their hope. I just wonder if they will still be as excited as they are now when they see their God of War trampled underfoot by my Abyss Spirit Clan?" The Grand Elder chuckled.
"Enough with the nonsense, let's fight!" The old man picked up a wine jar, which was the Zhuyeqing wine that Qiao Suinian had bought for him before, but now there was only one mouthful left in the jar.
A cold glint flashed in the Grand Elder's eyes: "You're so arrogant, do you still think you're the Martial God you were back then? Last time you single-handedly repelled the alien beast tide, you also suffered wounds that are hard to heal, didn't you? You've aged so much!"
After the old man finished his last sip of wine, he looked back and saw pairs of eyes watching him, eyes filled with trust and a desire to live.
"It's alright. At least I can protect Jinling City one last time, and I can make everyone in Jinling shout the name of the God of War once again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's hunched back began to straighten slowly, his withered and thin body gradually became fuller, and his gray hair turned black.
In the end, the old man who originally looked hunchbacked, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles actually turned into a middle-aged man who was only in his forties!
"It's the God of War! I saw him once three years ago when we were fighting the beast tide, and he really is the God of War!" A veteran who fought the beast tide on the front line three years ago was so excited that his eyes reddened.
"It's Grandpa Martial God! Dad, open your eyes and look! It really is Grandpa Martial God! Open your eyes! Don't you admire Grandpa Martial God the most?"
A child was crying and pushing a man who was pinned under a large stone slab and had already died.
"Lord Martial God, please save us!"
"The God of War..."
The battered survivors, as if they were travelers in darkness seeing a ray of light, shouted the name of the God of War.
That tall figure gave them an endless sense of security, as if as long as that man was still there, even if the sky were to fall, there would be no need to worry.
Ma Zhenguo calmly stared at the Great Elder of the Abyss Spirit Clan, his aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
Seeing Ma Zhenguo recover, the Grand Elder's face also showed a solemn expression. The name of the God of War was well-known, and it would be a lie to say that he was not wary of him.
"Aren't you going to do it? Well, here I come."
Seeing that the Grand Elder had no intention of making a move, Ma Zhenguo actually took the initiative to go forward.
To dare to take the initiative and fight against six opponents alone—that's the confidence of a martial god!
"Arrogant!"
Upon seeing this, the Grand Elder let out a cold shout and instantly transformed into a fire elemental, unleashing countless heavenly flames that hurtled towards Ma Zhenguo like meteors.
Ma Zhenguo raised his fist, and the Tai Chi energy mixed with the violent aura of thunder surged out. With a punch, the thunder transformed into a long whip, scattering all the heavenly fire into countless sparks.
He then swung his fist again, smashing it directly at the Grand Elder.
"Those lowly humans flattered you a few times, and you actually think you're a war god?"
Another elder of the Abyss Spirit Clan, unable to bear the sight, conjured a lightning spear and hurled it directly at Ma Zhenguo.
He was clearly trying to suppress thunder with thunder!
In his view, the Abyss Spirit Clan was naturally close to the elements of heaven and earth, and in terms of playing with lightning, Ma Zhenguo could never be their match.
Unexpectedly, Ma Zhenguo did not panic at all when faced with his attack. Instead, he made a Tai Chi gesture with his hands and turned to face the Spirit Clan elder.
"It's that move! The God of War's signature technique!" The survivor in the distance was filled with excitement.
Blue arcs of lightning continuously emerged from Ma Zhenguo's side, then slowly converged and eventually formed five terrifying lightning whips!
"Five Thunder Whip Force!"
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