Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Zhuge Yu unleashed his full power, sending a raging sea of ​​fire crashing down onto the stone steps below, burning the assassins so they couldn't find a foothold.

"Trying to trap us? Dream on!"

Elder Yin Hu gave a stern rebuke, and with a wave of his hand, a wall of black poisonous sand condensed to resist the burning flames.

"Da da da!"

A barrage of bullets rained down, causing the sand wall to tremble and crack, indicating it wouldn't hold out much longer.

"Blast these rocks apart!"

Elder Wu Ma was as anxious as a grasshopper in a hot oil pan, urging everyone to take action. As long as they broke through the rock wall, with their agility and speed, plus the cover of the forest and the obstacle of the rugged mountain, escaping would be easy.

"Pfft!!!"

As he spoke, Jiang Mo captured several more assassins, and with another ruthless move, a flash of lightning shattered their heads.

"Follow me and hold him back."

Elder Chou Niu summoned his companions, and Zi Shu, Mao Tu, and Wu Ma joined forces to fight against Jiang Mo.

As they attacked, a storm of sand particles formed various deadly attacks, directly engulfing them.

"Boom!"

The Dragon and the Snake attacked the rock wall with all their might, but to their despair, although they could shatter it, the wall kept rebuilding as if there was no end in sight.

"Humph!"

Jiang Mo's eyes turned cold. He gathered his Qi and transformed it into material, giving these old fogies face. Sixty blazing silver chains spread across the battlefield as he stretched out his five fingers, like dragons dancing.

"Clang clang clang!!"

The various hidden weapons fired by the four elders, bursting with terrifying speed, clashed fiercely with the silver chain, producing a piercing metallic clang.

Each person had to deal with fifteen silver chains alone. Even a slight scratch would result in charred flesh, leaving them with no chance to fight back and being unilaterally suppressed to the point of near despair.

"Pfft!"

Elder Zishu, weakened by his injuries, could not fight for long. When his weakness was found, the silver chains rushed in, piercing his limbs like pythons coiling around him, tightening continuously. His flesh and bones made a cracking sound as he was crushed into more than a dozen pieces.

They were initially able to maintain the stalemate, but after the death of one elder, the remaining three faced increased pressure. The sixty silver chains seemed to be alive, attacking from any angle. They were completely unable to withstand them and were successively defeated and captured.

As Jiang Mo flicked his index finger, three streaks of white flame shot out like bullets, piercing the foreheads of the three elders.

The white flames burned ever brighter, and their life force was visibly depleted, their flesh withered, and their bones turned to dust.

As the gunfire on the mountaintop subsided, Si Chong and Cheng Zhen led their disciples in a final swooping descent to launch their final attack.

Seven figures, all of whom possessed the cultivation level of the second stage of reverse rebirth, appeared. Yin Hu led twelve elite troops to meet the enemy, but he suffered greatly. He was facing Si Chong and could not gain any advantage. Instead, he was even cut by the old man's golden Qi.

"Boom!"

Another strange change came from behind. Yin Hu glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and was almost scared out of his wits.

A group of elites, plus the two Grandmasters Chenlong and Sishe, were no match for Jiang Mo's sharp edge and were routed. In the instant he turned around, several assassins perished.

Elder Chenlong gripped a rusty heavy sword tightly, his aged body squeezing out all his strength and pouring it into his wrist, as he swept the sword horizontally towards Jiang Mo.

"boom!!!"

To the old man's astonishment, Jiang Mo's right hand suddenly unleashed a torrent of true qi, instantly transforming into a battle axe over ten feet long, which he swung down in a wide arc.

The moment the giant axe and the heavy sword collided, an unimaginable force suddenly struck, shattering the sword and even causing Elder Chenlong's half arm to explode.

"call out!!"

Six dark, sharp spikes pierced through the air, penetrating Jiang Mo's brain, throat, and heart, splashing up wisps of white energy.

"I'll deal with you later."

Upon hearing this, Elder Si felt a chill run down his spine. After his sneak attack failed, and seeing that Jiang Mo was about to kill his companion, he hurriedly activated the floating ink bead.

"Wow!"

Five dark streams of water, like bolts of lightning, swept across the sky and blocked Jiang Mo's path.

"Is it the effect of the magical artifact?"

"Let's have a go!"

Jiang Mo was filled with awe and high fighting spirit. He charged up his strength and struck hard, determined to take the old man's life. His battle axe was as fast as a flash of light and cut straight into the dark water. It paused for a moment and the power was reduced by nearly a quarter.

"Boom!"

The water burst forth, unable to be restrained, and the battle axe forged from true qi smashed towards the aged figure.

"!?"

Chenlong's face turned deathly pale, as if he had foreseen his death. He dared not take the attack head-on and used all his strength to dodge in a sorry state.

"Want to escape?"

Jiang Mo closed in again, and before the old man could land, his left hand pierced through his abdomen, mobilizing the fire and earth elements to create a killing move, instantly unleashing a torrent of lava.

The scorching lava engulfed his internal organs, inflicting fatal wounds. Elder Chenlong's eyes rolled back in pain as his corpse fell from the void, charred black, and he was no longer alive.

Seeing this, the Snake panicked. Its old acquaintance, who was slightly weaker than it, was completely defeated and had not harmed its target in the slightest from beginning to end.

When he noticed Jiang Mo turning around and walking towards him, his brain almost went blank. In this situation, he couldn't escape, nor could he fight desperately. He could only stand there helplessly.

One man crushed five assassin elders with overwhelming force. Elder Si She was numb; to face this fiend alone was tantamount to suicide.

"Did you have any last words?"

Jiang Mo strode over, dragging his battle axe. His domineering presence made the snake tremble and its mind race as it began to plan a negotiation.

"Spare my life...how about it?"

"I can give you this Mystic Water Pearl."

Cold sweat trickled down Elder Si's cheeks. His heart pounded wildly as he finished stating the conditions, his nerves taut as he tried to grasp at any sliver of hope.

However, to answer his dying words, Jiang Mo calmly replied: "It doesn't matter, even if I kill you, the things are still mine."

"If it breaks down halfway, just get rid of this piece of junk."

"You! Are you trying to drive me to the brink?"

Enraged, Elder Si Snake began to control the water droplets, determined to fight to the death.

Jiang ignored him, too lazy to argue, threw the battle axe to the ground, gathered a large amount of innate Qi fire in his right hand, and suddenly released it.

Without any unnecessary moves, the white sea of ​​fire swept across the land with overwhelming force, and grew ever more intense.

Seeing that his life was in danger, Elder Sishe made a furious move. Under his control, the ink bead was like a reservoir with its gates opened, pouring out a gray torrent.

"Boom!!!"

Two completely different forces clashed, and the white flames burned more and more terrifyingly, showing no signs of extinguishing, but instead engulfing the gray water.

With a shrill roar, the water flow collapsed, and a sea of ​​fire engulfed Elder Si, plundering every inch of his flesh and blood of life, leaving him looking like a dried corpse.

"Tap, tap." The ink bead fell to the ground, cracks appeared, its spirituality dissipated, and it disintegrated into dust on its own.

Of the ten elders of the Sinful Sand, only Yin Hu is still alive.

Surrounded by Chengzhen and Sichong, his Qi gradually weakened, his hair became disheveled, he had many wounds on his body, several broken ribs, and even his steps became unsteady.

Jiang Mo, wielding his battle axe, blasted several people to pieces, until only seven assassins and Elder Yin Hu's apprentice remained to struggle.

"Give me a quick death?"

"Please."

Yin Hu was panting heavily, his chest heaving slowly as blood continued to flow. He was completely exhausted and had no intention of fighting back. Given the absolute difference in strength, scheming was useless.

"it is good."

Seeing that he was about to leave in a hurry, Jiang Mo agreed to the request. He raised his right hand, and his palm was filled with Qi thunder. Dense silver dragons struck out in an instant, killing all eight assassins, including Elder Yin Hu.

"Boom!!!"

The lightning pierced through vital organs, and eight charcoal-black, stiff corpses fell to the ground.

The Sinful Sand, second only to the Tang Clan among various assassination forces in the martial arts world, was completely wiped out.

Chapter 136 The Prisoners Arrive

Outside the sect, the battle raged fiercely, leaving corpses strewn everywhere and an aura of bloodlust that lingered.

"Uncle-Master, should we clean up these corpses?"

Lu Jin looked up at the steps with some concern. This level of fighting might alert other assassination factions.

"I'll take care of it."

Jiang Mo waved his hand, and the surrounding rock walls all collapsed with a rumble, turning into soil and disappearing back underground.

As for the numerous corpses, he activated his true power, transforming them into tiny white specks of light that rose into the void, their souls returning to heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of true qi was released from Jiang Mo's body, sweeping down the mountain path and removing all the sticky bloodstains.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect breathed a sigh of relief upon their victory.

This battle of annihilation was swift and decisive. The Sinful Sand, which was feared by many small sects in the martial arts world, suffered heavy losses when it set foot in the forbidden area of ​​the Xuanmen.

It seemed that Chong had recognized Elder Yin Hu's fighting style during their previous encounter, hence his current discussion:

"I reckon the elders of the Sinful Sand Sect are almost all dead. If the other two sects are also of similar strength, then eliminating them is only a matter of time."

Seeing that he was full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue, as if he had just warmed up, Jiang Mo jokingly teased him:

"I acted too quickly this time. When Shadow Bamboo Society and Myriad Thoughts arrive, Senior Brother, you'd better be serious."

"Heh, you little rascal, alright. I'll rip off a lot more later and steal your thunder."

He laughed heartily, recalling the exhilarating time he spent with Zuo Ruotong when they went down the mountain to vanquish demons in their younger days.

As dusk was replaced by night, and the setting sun sank below the horizon, the stench of blood in the mountains lessened slightly. Seeing this, Jiang Mo called to his disciples:

"Let's go back inside; it's time to prepare the magazines again."

"Uncle-Master, should we take these assassins' belongings and weapons back for inspection?"

Zhuge Yu looked at the places where the corpses had evaporated, where many items still remained, and decided to collect and organize them to avoid waste.

"Dispose of it at will."

"Alright, Uncle-Master."

Having received the sect leader's permission, Zhuge Yu waved and greeted him:

"Xiao Lu, come help me. I think there are still a lot of good stuff here. We'll take a look at it later."

..........

night.

Under the ancient trees in the courtyard, Shuiyun, Changqing, and Shengsheng were refilling gun magazines, while Lu Jin was tinkering with a pile of broken weapons with Zhuge Yu.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?"

Hearing Lu Jin's soft question, Zhuge Yu, while examining the ruler-shaped magical artifact in his hand, explained:

"Let's see if we can fix them. I've had quite a bit of experience with the Divine Mechanism of the Wuhou School."

"These magical artifacts are all of high quality, and are suspected to be worn by elder-level assassins, but my uncle went too far and even shattered the artifacts."

"If I can fix it, I'll definitely get you one to play with. Maybe it can even protect you."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin was quite surprised. He didn't know much about magical artifacts, only that extraordinary people could thrive with their help, and he couldn't help but wonder:

"Senior brother, have you ever refined magical artifacts?"

"Yes, but they're all small gadgets, nothing as powerful as these."

Zhuge Yu and Lu Jin sifted through the assassins' relics and eventually obtained five relatively minor magical artifacts, with a repair probability of about 30%.

Sutra Pavilion.

Jiang Mo, Cheng Zhen, and Si Chong sat on the ground, with a ball of pure white Qi floating in the air, clearly reflecting the situation near the mountain gate.

"Senior brother, how many types of Qi from the Five Elements have you refined with your true technique?"

Jiang Mo still remembered that during the fierce battle with the Sinful Sand, Si Chong used the metal element from the Five Elements to create techniques that injured an old ghost.