Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

puff!

A flash of sword light streaked across the sky.

A Grand Martial Master in the late stage of Transformation Realm was directly cleaved in two on the spot.

The other Grand Martial Masters were terrified, their faces pale and their hearts pounding with fear. They couldn't muster even the slightest thought of fighting this old man from the White Dragon Gate.

"Where is the 'no injury' mark?"

"He dares not come out! Then I will slaughter you all until you are extinct!"

Zheng Guan carried the Purple Dragon Sword, his white robe standing out conspicuously in the firelight of the dark night, his voice filled with killing intent.

His face was wrinkled, his expression was cold, and his killing intent was overwhelming. He had already killed three Grandmasters of Transformation Realm, causing the morale of the Emperor's Army's experts to plummet and they were on the verge of collapse!

"No injury? Where is the 'no injury'?"

This is also a problem for the Emperor's Army's many Grand Martial Masters.

However, because Wushang's status was extraordinary and unrestricted, almost equivalent to a Grandmaster of He Jin, even Fang Tao did not know where he was.

"It seems he doesn't dare fight me! He's already run away."

"He's just another nobody, a fraud who sold his prize without real talent!"

Zheng Guanhan's voice was filled with arrogance. He had high standards and looked down on the group of rogue martial arts masters in the Imperial Army, not considering them as equals at all.

"You old fool, once Senior Wushang shows up, your death will be upon you!"

The handsome young martial arts master roared angrily.

"You worthless wretch, you coward!"

Zheng Guan's eyes were indifferent. Facing a group of great martial arts masters alone, he still dared to scold them as chickens and dogs, which showed how arrogant he was.

He noticed that the Emperor's army had also gained many more martial arts masters from outside, but none of them were as outstanding as Zheng Guan, who possessed the extraordinary skill of the Transformation Realm.

The handsome martial arts master was about to retort angrily, but was stopped by others.

These martial arts masters were extremely wary and fearful of Zheng Guan.

The incredibly sharp Purple Dragon Sword, combined with Zheng Guan's immense strength already far surpassing that of his contemporaries, meant that even a fully-fledged Transformation Realm expert couldn't withstand more than a few of his sword strikes.

"Oh!"

Zheng Guan glanced at the group of martial arts masters who dared not approach, chuckled, and took a step forward.

The Emperor's army's many grandmasters all retreated several steps in unison.

this moment,

Almost all of them, even those at the Grandmaster level, couldn't help but want to run away.

The situation is unfavorable; the sooner you run, the sooner you can survive.

Just as Zheng Guan fixed his gaze on the handsome martial arts master, about to make his move and kill him,

suddenly,

A hoarse, aged voice echoed through this remote place.

"Zheng Guan!"

"You old scoundrel from the Mudfish Sect, how dare you be so insolent before me!"

"Are you tired of living?!"

The many grandmasters of the Emperor's Army were overjoyed and immediately turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

But behind them, a burly figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a cloak was rushing towards them at lightning speed, almost appearing in the blink of an eye.

"Mutual injury, senior!"

"Greetings, Senior Wushang!"

"Please, Senior Wushang, slay the formidable enemy!"

Many of the Emperor's Army's senior martial arts masters quickly made way for each other, expressing their excitement and bowing respectfully.

"Where did this old codger come from, daring to rebel!"

Zheng Guan's wrinkled face trembled slightly as he spoke in a cold voice. His gaze was like a knife as he looked at the unharmed newcomer, a murderous intent surging within him.

Clang...

The Purple Dragon Sword in Zheng Guan's hand trembled slightly, emitting a series of sword cries.

In the blink of an eye,

Wang Sheng, disguised as Wushang, had already arrived in front of the many Grand Martial Masters of the Emperor's Army, facing Zheng Guan directly.

"Step back. No one may approach without my permission!"

Wang Sheng said.

"yes!"

The many grandmasters of the Emperor's Army quickly bowed and disappeared in a flash.

"Senior, you are elusive and rarely appear, so I have never had the opportunity to meet you. Now that a great battle is imminent, I dare to ask, if I survive the battle, I wish to become your disciple!"

The handsome martial arts master cupped his hands and said solemnly.

Wang Sheng was taken aback. What kind of occasion was this? To become an apprentice?

When Wang Sheng saw the man's fearless attitude, he was speechless. This guy was setting a flag here.

Should we erect the statue for him or for Wushang?

"Get lost! I don't accept male disciples!"

Wang Sheng said indifferently.

The handsome martial arts master was taken aback, then his expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to retreat.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"You call yourself a master, having roamed the martial world for many years? How could you not see that the person before you is a female!"

Suddenly, Zheng Guan burst into laughter, revealing the true identity of the handsome martial arts master.

Wang Sheng frowned, then suddenly made a move, swiftly grabbing the handsome martial arts master by the throat.

next moment,

Wang Sheng ripped off an incredibly realistic human skin mask, complete with a hood and neck.

"what!"

The young woman beneath the handsome martial arts master screamed and, with incredible speed, retreated, disappearing swiftly into the darkness.

She was clearly hiding her cultivation level.

Wang Sheng did not continue to attack. He looked at the complete, bloody human skin mask in his hand. It was genuine leather!

That woman, though stunningly beautiful, was either from the Demonic Sect or the Evil Sect.

The demonic sect's cannibalistic spirits and the demonic sect's blood-refining techniques are neither good things.

She wants to stay by Wang Sheng's side, probably because she's attracted to his cultivation level!

"That's pretty good!"

Wang Sheng sensed that this woman's ability to protect herself was extraordinary.

Even if he only used a fraction of his strength in that grab, it wouldn't be something an ordinary martial arts master could easily break free from.

"Friend, the Emperor's army is nothing but bones in a tomb. The rebel army in Nanling Prefecture will also be suppressed soon. The imperial court is the inevitable force of the times and the will of the people. If you abandon darkness and embrace the light now, I can guarantee your life!"

Zheng Guan saw that Wang Sheng's strength was immense, not only comparable to his own but perhaps even surpassing it. Therefore, he did not want to fight Wang Sheng to the death, but instead had the idea of ​​recruiting him.

Such a master of internal energy is extremely rare; even within the White Dragon Gate, there is only one such master, Zheng Guan.

Wang Sheng threw away the leather mask in his hand, looked at Zheng Guan who seemed to have given up on the fight, and let out a cold laugh.

Wang Sheng stretched out one hand, raised his index finger, and slowly waved it from side to side, his words domineering.

"You're not qualified!"

"You want me to abandon darkness and embrace the light? Fine!"

"You die. Or you perish!!"

brush!

In an instant,

The snow-white sword light, like a white ribbon, carrying immense force, crashed down towards Wang Sheng.

"Then you should just die!"

Zheng Guan let out a long whistle.

"kill!"

Wang Sheng drank coldly.

With a raised hand,

All the power in his body surged forth like a volcanic eruption, creating a fierce wind. Wang Sheng's black robe fluttered wildly, and the immense force instantly destroyed all the surrounding houses.

boom!

The Purple Dragon Sword was blocked by the powerful force of Wang Sheng's raised hand.

Suddenly,

Countless tiny bursts of energy scattered in all directions. Some martial artists with internal strength had already dodged far enough, but they were still struck and killed by the aftershocks.

"Again!"

Zheng Guan roared, his figure like a swimming dragon. In an instant, all 108 moves of the White Dragon Sword Technique were combined into one sword, like a long white river, carrying countless fine forces, pressing down horizontally.

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Wang Sheng's hands rolled around like a tidal wave, as if a powerful force was surging out from his hands like a river.

Countless strands of energy converged into a river, rushing straight towards Zheng Guan.

Boom boom boom!

Violent explosions rang out one after another.

Wang Sheng never fought with any special techniques when killing people; he simply relied on his superior strength and power to crush his opponents to death.