"Boom boom boom!" Long Yuan tapped his toes and flew into the air, unleashing three punches in succession in the other three directions.
A series of muffled thuds rang out as the three magic arrays were broken one after another, and the mist quickly dissipated.
"Kill!" With a wave of his hand, Qi Xue led the Azure Dragon Cavalry to charge forward.
"Pfft pfft pfft..." The Shen family guards who were lying in ambush below the formation swung their swords to fight back, but were dealt with in an instant and died on the ground.
"Boom boom boom!" Muffled sounds rang out incessantly. Wherever Long Yuan went, a section of the mist array collapsed, revealing the courtyard.
The guards, who had been lying in ambush behind the artificial hill, revealed themselves and pounced.
But in the next moment, they were intercepted by Qi Xue and his group, who rushed over and killed each other.
"They're capable of breaking the magic array; they must have some strength."
"However, in my eyes, you are still a piece of trash." A cold laugh came, and an old man with a hooked nose dressed in gray appeared.
He swept away Longyuan, who was standing on the artificial hill, and struck out with his palm.
A physical palm print immediately appeared and flew towards Longyuan.
Long Yuan clenched his fist and threw a punch. A blue fist appeared and slammed heavily into his palm.
"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out, and the palm was immediately smashed into pieces and disappeared.
"Such powerful strength!"
"It actually broke my Lesser Prajna Palm." The old man was taken aback when he witnessed this.
"Die!" Long Yuan swooped down from the artificial hill, his entire left arm transforming into a streak of green light, accompanied by a whistling sound, as he blasted towards the old man.
"Great Prajna Palm!" the old man shouted, no longer holding back. His body emitted a dazzling golden light, and he joined his five fingers together, striking out with his palm once more.
"Whoosh." A golden palm print the size of a water vat appeared, meeting the oncoming green light.
"boom!"
"puff!"
"Giggle..."
The azure light shattered the golden palm print, smashing the palm to pieces, and finally pierced through the old man's chest, exiting from his back.
The old man's eyes were wide open, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face!
He hadn't expected that even with his one-star cultivation level, he wouldn't be able to defeat Long Yuan.
Instead, he crushed them!
"A mere Chen-level martial artist is actually this powerful!"
"Capable of killing opponents of higher levels..."
He muttered to himself, blood continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Swoosh." Long Yuan pulled out his left arm, and blood slid down the blue scales and fell to the ground.
"Qilin Arm! You actually possess a Qilin Arm!"
"Now I understand why we lost!!"
"To die beneath the arm of a divine beast!"
"I am truly fortunate beyond measure." The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, dead.
"Sect Leader Zhang has been killed!!" Several exclamations came from the mist behind.
"This kid's left arm is a bit strange; we must not be careless!"
"Um."
"Boom boom boom boom!!" Long Yuan unleashed several punches, shattering several more mist formations. Seven elders emerged from the remaining mist and surrounded him.
"The Qilin Arm!" Finally, someone exclaimed in surprise as they saw Long Yuan's left arm.
"Such mythical beasts have become extinct on Earth. Where did he find them?"
"Judging from his cultivation level, he is only at the Chen level. With his strength, he is no match for a divine beast."
"How did he get this arm?" an old man asked.
"Who cares how he got it?"
“We killed him, cut off his arm, and divided it among ourselves!”
"The arm of the divine beast contains immense power; refine and absorb it."
“Perhaps their cultivation will even break through as a result!” another old man said.
“Let’s do it this way!” The other elders immediately nodded in agreement.
Their eyes were fixed on the arm, their faces showing greed.
"You can have my arm if you want."
"Let's see if you have the life to take it," Long Yuan sneered.
"You were able to kill Sect Master Zhang, even though you were of a higher level."
"It's all thanks to the power of this arm!"
"We now know the reason."
"So I won't go it alone."
"Together we can kill you, it's more than enough!" said an old man.
"A bunch of shameless old geezers."
"Seven against one, how did you even come up with that?" A cold laugh came from behind, and Shi Jing walked over.
"Manager Long, you just focus on breaking the formation. Leave these old bastards to me!" she said to Long Yuan.
"Alright." Long Yuan nodded, tapped his toes, rose into the air, and threw a punch, shattering another magic array.
"Little girl, you have quite the nerve."
"You really think the seven of us are made of mud?"
"You think you can handle this all by yourself?" The seven elders turned around and looked at Shi Jing, one of them saying.
"Old Hong, why waste words with her? Just kill her," another old man said.
"Our target is the one who breaks the formation."
"Um."
"You guys deal with him first, I'll take care of this girl!" Old Hong said.
"Alright." The six elders lightly touched the ground with their toes, rose into the sky, and rushed towards Longyuan.
"Die." Old Hong took a step forward, stood in front of Shi Jing, and punched her in the chest.
"Crack!" Shi Jing reached out and grabbed his fist, squeezing it so hard that the fist immediately shattered into pieces.
"This is impossible?" Old Hong stared wide-eyed at his mangled fist.
The fist that had been able to smash everything was crushed by this little girl.
It's unbelievable.
"There are plenty of impossible things!"
"Die!" Shi Jing struck out with his palm, and Old Hong immediately turned into a cloud of blood mist.
"Old Hong was actually turned into a bloody mist?" High in the sky, the six elders who were besieging Longyuan heard the muffled sound from below and looked down.
Around the stone scene, a cloud of blood mist rapidly spread, and the scent of the blood mist was none other than that of Elder Hong.
They were all taken aback, and an expression of disbelief appeared on their faces.
"Die." Long Yuan stepped on a tree branch, using the momentum to rush forward, and punched an old man in green on the head. His head was immediately blown off, and he fell from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Boom." With another turn, he pounced on an old man in blue, threw a punch, and the old man's chest immediately collapsed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Like a kite with a broken string, he fell from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground.
"I'm here." Shi Jing tapped his toes and rose into the sky, throwing three punches in three directions. Three huge palm prints appeared and blasted out.
"Boom boom boom." The bodies of the three old men immediately turned into a blood mist.
"This little girl is even stronger than the one who broke the formation. Her fists leave only a cloud of blood mist." The last old man was shocked and dared not fight any longer. He swayed and ran towards a fog formation, trying to escape using the fog.
Long Yuan lightly touched the ground with his toes, and in the next instant, he appeared in front of him. His five emerald-green fingers shot out, gripping his throat and lifting him up...
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