Skip this! Just tell me who to kill!

"All martial artists, stop watching! Follow me and face the enemy!"

The old museum owner roared and was the first to rush back to the battlefield from afar.

We cannot afford not to be the first to charge into the battlefield.

The martial artists who had heard his words assumed that Qin Muyuan had exhausted his strength and energy and wanted to go forward to finish him off.

In the blink of an eye, he was cut down by Qin Muyuan's sword.

The old master himself escaped to Shang Youcai's side to recover his strength.

This behavior has caused these martial artists to completely distrust the old master.

As the saying goes, "A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit," but those martial artists who hadn't learned their lesson died long ago in the ranks that were besieging Qin Muyuan!

Therefore, even when the old master gave another order, commanding all the martial artists to cooperate with the Hundred Refinement Army to kill Qin Muyuan, these martial artists ignored it completely, as if it were nothing.

To cooperate with the Hundred-Refined Army?

They're probably going to become cannon fodder to hold Qin Muyuan back, and get killed along with the Hundred-Refined Army!

Even as they saw the old master roar and charge into the battlefield, the remaining martial artists remained doubtful and unwilling to join the charge.

Upon seeing this, the old curator's face flashed with a hint of anger:

"A bunch of idiots! Don't they know this fiend's martial arts skills are extremely high, and he's no ordinary martial artist?!"

"If we cannot kill him here with the Hundred-Refined Army today, and instead let him escape..."

"When his strength has increased again, do you think he will spare any of us?"

"If he doesn't die, we will all face annihilation!"

Upon hearing the old master's urgent call, some martial artists hesitated.

But they still didn't take any action.

Because... although the old master rushed into the battlefield, he hasn't fought Qin Muyuan yet!

If the old master couldn't hold Qin Muyuan back and draw his direct fire, they would absolutely not make a move!

Seeing this, the old curator cursed inwardly.

"Damn it! I wanted them to make the first move, but they're all so cunning!"

Indeed, although the old master appeared to be cursing, his current idea was to let the other martial artists draw the fire first.

However, his credibility at this moment was completely insufficient to convince others, so no one stepped in...

Left with no other choice, the old master of the martial arts school was on tenterhooks. He focused all his attention and charged into the crowd to fight Qin Muyuan.

Upon seeing the old master take action, the group of martial artists behind him returned to the battlefield.

They also knew that everyone had their own calculations.

But if Qin Muyuan isn't left here, they'll all be chased down by him one by one and kicked to death like dead dogs!

"Well done!"

Seeing the elite monsters that had just left the battlefield rejoin it, Qin Muyuan laughed heartily, his gaze immediately shifting from the Hundred-Refined Army soldiers to the old master.

Facing the old master who had returned to the scene, Qin Muyuan didn't hesitate and immediately unleashed the Wind-Stepping Technique: Sky-Breaking Style.

Whoosh!

His figure flashed past the Hundred-Refined Army soldiers along the way and arrived in front of the old master.

With a sudden swing of the bone nail, a murderous aura that seemed to solidify around the pure bone nail swirled around him, and he slashed down at the old master like a tidal wave!

Faced with this attack, the old curator's heart skipped a beat, and the aura of death surrounded him.

If they can't withstand this blow, they will surely die!

"ha!"

The old curator's face hardened, and he let out a loud shout despite his advanced age.

He channeled all his strength into the long sword he gripped tightly, holding nothing back, nor daring to hold back even a little!

"I am the honorary master of Baiyun Martial Arts School. You juniors dare to kill me?!"

The old master, with unwavering resolve, clashed his longsword and bone nail together like a meteorite hitting the earth, unleashing a deafening metallic roar.

Ping!

Amidst the metallic roar, the exploding wind whipped up a cloud of dust, blinding the warriors and soldiers outside and obscuring the outcome of the collision inside.

A few moments later, the sandstorm subsided and the gale stopped.

Everyone looked toward the center of the battle.

Then a figure with black hair and black eyes stood on the ground, covered in blood but unharmed.

Behind him, an old man knelt on both knees, his expression frozen.

The short knife he held in his hand was now broken, with the blade completely severed and the hilt shattered.

Pfft!

The old man collapsed to the ground, a thin line of blood appearing on his neck, the blood flowing out and staining his robe crimson.

The outcome of the battle is obvious!

The old owner... died when the knife broke!

"good."

Qin Muyuan glanced sideways at the old museum owner's corpse and nodded slightly.

Qin Muyuan could sense that the old master's final strike contained all his life's insights and his will to die.

It can be said that the power contained in that strike was stronger than all of the old master's previous attacks on Qin Muyuan.

just.

"I've become stronger too!"

Qin Muyuan gripped the pure bone nail in his hand, feeling the surging power within his body.

The blood energy boost from the Berserker Sword Technique made him even stronger than when he fought the old master!

"This is the true value of a 'Master of Essence' talent!"

Qin Muyuan turned his gaze to the group of martial artists who were already stunned:

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Sacrifice blood to the Blood God, offer skulls to the skull seat!"

Qin Muyuan didn't know why he was shouting this slogan.

It might be because it fits the current scene perfectly, or it might be because they don't know what to shout.

He only knew one thing—

Kill! Kill! Kill them all! Turn the world upside down!

Wind-Stepping Step - Sky-Breaking Style.

He flashed forward, grabbed the Pure Bone Nail, and charged back into the crowd.

Third-rate warrior? Second-rate warrior? Shield soldier? Spearman? Greatsword soldier?

Whatever!

No matter who it is, in front of Qin Muyuan now, it's just a matter of one sword!

"No...no! I don't want to fight, I want to go home!"

"Run! Run! This man is not human! He's a demon! He's the devil of all evil!"

"Don't panic! Don't panic! If we panic, we're doomed—pfft!"

In front of the prefectural governor's office, Shang Youcai stared palely at Qin Muyuan, who was charging in and out of the crowd like a tiger among sheep.

"No, no, no... I must be dreaming... Yes! I'm dreaming!"

Shang Youcai's legs trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground and the pools of blood, he felt that he must be having a nightmare.

Otherwise, how could anyone possibly do such a thing?

A dozen third-rate warriors, several second-rate warriors, and one first-rate warrior!

In addition, there is the Hundred-Refined Army, which consists of hundreds of soldiers!

Can't even stop one person?

"I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming!" Shang Youcai muttered to himself in a hypnotic way.

"Wake up! I want to wake up! This dream is too unreal! I want to wake up!"

Muttering to himself, he propped up his legs, which were trembling like purple emotions, and fled in fear and trepidation toward the county magistrate's mansion behind him.

escape!

This kind of nightmare can be woken up soon if you escape it or just hold on!

"Um?"

Qin Muyuan, who was rampaging through the crowd and causing countless soldiers and martial artists to scream, instantly locked onto Shang Youcai, who was limping and trying to escape.

"Hmph? Trying to escape?"

Qin Muyuan snorted coldly, took out a copper coin from his waist, and lightning crackled between his fingertips:

"Lightning Whirlwind Shot!"

Zizi!

A flash of lightning, and the copper coins flew out like cannonballs.

"Click-clack..."

Shang Youcai, who was about to escape, suddenly froze.

He looked down at his chest and saw a gaping hole in his flesh.

The organs that should have been there were now completely empty!

"I'm not reconciled..."

puff.

Shang Youcai collapsed to the ground, tearing out his heart and lungs before dying!