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

"This place is deep in the mountains and forests. As long as you are patient, you can hide for a lifetime and it won't be a problem."

Thinking of the nearly one hundred people who had died because of him, Li Muxuan felt a chill run down his spine and trembled as he said:

"No... Sect Leader... that would be too humiliating."

Seeing Li Muxuan's unkempt appearance and his huddled-up, insect-like posture, filled with worry about retribution, Wugensheng's smile was somewhat forced, tinged with a hint of exasperation as he teased him:

"Then why don't you act like a man for once?"

"Come with me. Life and death are in our own hands, left to fate. What do you say?"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Muxuan seemed to be electrocuted, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, his voice breaking as he cried out, "No... Sect Leader... will die."

"So many people have died because of me. I don't want to go out. I don't want to see them!"

Rain dripped through the hole in the temple, and the wall where Li Muxuan was standing had already been soaked through.

The damp cold seeped into every inch of his flesh and blood, and the campfire nearby could not soothe his restless heart.

"Sect Leader...please teach me!"

"I'm really at my wit's end. What should I do? There's nowhere for me to go in this entire martial arts world."

Li Muxuan cast a helpless glance at him, like a terminally ill patient still yearning for a doctor to prescribe medicine.

"Ugh... I can't even eat a meal in peace."

Perhaps finding him too noisy, Wugensheng didn't get angry, but was just at a loss and casually said, "You won't listen even if I teach you."

"If only I had known this would happen..."

"If you had just been more patient that day and ignored what Master Zuo said, things wouldn't have come to this."

"I...I don't know..."

Li Muxuan dared not recall the scene from that day; his voice became sorrowful and bewildered.

The once-admired Immortal of Daying broke through the bottleneck, reached the third level, and stood in the void, like a remnant immortal in the mortal world.

But in an instant, it withered away, its profound power exhausted, and it became like a withered tree. It sat there in the courtyard, head bowed, as if it had passed away.

The image flashed by, and Li Muxuan's thoughts became increasingly chaotic, overwhelmed by endless regret.

His sharp nails dug deep into his palms, and he trembled as tears streamed down his face. Despite his robust and tall physique, he still looked like a child who had been drenched in the rain.

"Why panic?"

Wugensheng broke off the neck of a roasted chicken, and while gnawing on it, casually suggested:

"If all else fails, you might as well commit suicide."

"With your current cultivation level of reversing the eight directions, it wouldn't be difficult for you to twist your own head off in an instant."

"If you harden your heart and close your eyes, you won't have to worry anymore."

Upon hearing this, Li Muxuan trembled violently. His breathing became rapid, his heart pounded, and he was deeply shocked. Cold sweat and tears streamed down his face. He leaned back in fear.

"No, Sect Leader!!!"

"This won't do, I... I can't kill myself..."

"If you're not going to help me, just kill me!"

“Yo…”

Wugensheng glanced at him with a half-smile and said jokingly, "That's a good idea of ​​yours. You're making things easier for yourself and leaving all the trouble to me."

“If I really kill you, Old Master Wang will haunt me even as a ghost.”

"He only has you as his successor in this lifetime. I bet he'll visit me in my dreams every night and devour my flesh and blood."

Upon hearing his refusal, Li Muxuan trembled with fear and, unable to withstand the torment of the pressure, began to hallucinate, hearing the cacophony of mourning spirits echoing in his ears.

He bit his lip so hard it almost bled and turned purple, his face was as pale as paper, and he sobbed, clutching his head.

"Stop crying and think it over yourself."

"I have some things to take care of these next couple of days. Once you've thought it through, you can come out with me anytime."

Wugensheng was a little sleepy. After quickly giving this instruction, he cleared his mind of all distractions and began to meditate, showing no signs of tension.

Li Muxuan was already lost in his own world and couldn't hear Wugensheng's advice.

In a daze, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood appeared before his eyes, and a figure in white robes stood on it. The immortal's white hair was in turmoil. He suddenly turned around, his face twisted, and his eyes wide with anger.

"what!!!!"

Li Muxuan screamed in fear, unable to look directly at anyone. As if waking from a dream, he completely covered his face like a turtle retreating into its shell, his body growing colder and colder.

......

Noon.

In the town where Yuan Jingui lives, two new guests arrive at the underground tavern where the Quanxing sect gathers.

"boom!"

The already dilapidated doorway suddenly burst open, and a black and a white figure blocked the exit.

"Ok?"

"Good heavens, they actually found their way here. The Trinity Sect, they really have some guts."

Almost everyone present from the Quanxing faction realized that Lu Jin was a disciple of Sanyi after seeing his signature white robes and frosty hair.

Several men stood up one after another, their expressions hostile, holding blades, and continued to approach.

"Jin'er, stay here, I'll play with them."

"Understood, Uncle-Master."

Lu Jin dared not be careless. He activated his profound skill, his hair fluttering like frost, and his flesh, bones, and five senses were greatly enhanced.

Jiang Mo did not activate the Reverse Life Triple Form. He simply carried a three-foot-long sword that he had seized upstairs. He stepped down the stairs and looked down at the dozen or so Quanxing members.

Have you considered my proposal?

"What?!" Someone was holding a wine jar, oblivious to everything else, drunk and incoherent.

A burly man wearing dark bronze wrist guards slammed his fist on the table in anger:

"Sanyi brat, you've gone too far! You actually dared to try and kill my Quanxing Sect Leader."

"I swear I won't rest until I smash your head to mush today!"

Jiang Mo said calmly, "Yeah, I bullied you. Fight back."

"You insolent brat!"

Before the burly man could give any orders, a member of the Quanxing sect took the lead, manipulating nearly transparent threads with both hands to cut through the sky and wrap around Jiang Mo's limbs.

"boom!!!"

A sharp sword aura descended, its clanging sound like a dragon's roar. Jiang Mo raised his hand and swept his sword, the sword beam several feet long, dazzling and silvery-white, instantly shattering countless threads, cutting through everything in its path.

"Pfft——!"

Half a corpse lay in mid-air, blood flowing freely, the sword's edge unstoppable, piercing through the wine table, counter, and earthen wall behind it.

"Damn! This guy's really troublesome, let's..."

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Mo swept past, his body like a thunderbolt, impossible to catch.

The remaining words of the sorcerer who attempted to call for a crackdown were completely swallowed back down his throat.

The sword slashed through the throat, blood splattered, and a bewildered, resentful head suddenly flew off.

Chapter 36 Who can stop me?

Crimson blood dripped down the sword's edge, falling to the ground like a death knell.

In an instant, the two Quanxing died. Their bodies were as fragile as tofu, crumbling at the slightest touch. They didn't even groan before their heads were separated from their bodies, leaving everyone who saw it terrified.

"Humph!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

A burly man in the crowd rubbed his hands together, sneering and scolding, "Come on, since your master didn't teach you the proper etiquette for paying respects to superiors, let me teach you for him."

"clang--!"

His arms collided suddenly, the dark bronze wrist guards emitting a dull metallic sound, and the pure baleful energy, forged a thousand times, poured out.

"superior!!"

He roared and, disregarding whether any of his disciples were with him, used the immense strength of his arms to engage in fierce combat with Jiang Mo.

"clang!!"

The metallic clanging was incessant. Facing the slashing swords that came crashing down like waves, he raised his hand and used the thickest part of his wrist guard to withstand the blows. Even though the defense didn't break, his arm still ached slightly from the impact.

The immense force caused an ordinary iron sword to regain its ferocity, even causing the black gold Netherworld Wristband, which had been forged and tempered dozens of times, to tremble violently.

"boom!!"

Another sword slashed vertically, striking the sharp point of the dark bronze wrist guard.

This time, the iron sword reached the material's limit and shattered completely into countless fragments.

Witnessing this, the burly man's face trembled slightly. He grinned excitedly and said, "Kid, without a weapon, let's see how you take this punch!"

After saying that, he took a deep breath, gathered all his strength in his right arm, and lunged forward, blasting towards Jiang Mo's chest.

The powerful punch, like a rampaging beast, was further amplified by the wrist guards. This strike sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

If it really hits, blood will splatter on the spot, and the fight can probably end sooner.

"Your tortoise shell may not be as hard as my flesh."

Facing the massive fist that was pressing down on him, Jiang Mo didn't even glance at it. Without any hesitation, he directly met the attack with a punch of his own.

"Oh!"

His punches were as fast as lightning, even more ruthless than ruthless, demonstrating what absolute crushing power means.

The two fists collided, and a terrifying force came from the knuckles and fingers. Almost instantly, the burly man's face turned ashen.

In his horrified gaze, his right fist suddenly shattered into a limp state during the clash, the finger bones and the bones in his palm breaking together.

Even the wrist guards couldn't withstand the force and shattered, emitting a mournful sound like rare metal.

The burly man flew backward like a broken sandbag, his entire arm twisted and bloody, his tendons severed, and he completely lost consciousness.

However, Jiang Mo did not give him a chance to catch his breath. He arrived in an instant, grabbed his throat with one hand, and suddenly pulled him back.

"boom!!!"

A powerful knee strike landed perfectly, tearing open the chest and smashing a bloody hole, shattering the numerous ribs in the air.

“Puwaa ...

The burly man's eyes rolled back, and foul blood gushed uncontrollably from his throat. He was knocked unconscious and was casually thrown aside by Jiang Mo. He flew through the air and smashed a wine jar in the corner. His fate was unknown.

In just a few rounds, the fierce man who had made a name for himself in the Quanxing Sect with his iron fists and steel wrists suffered his most devastating defeat.

"Is there anyone else who wants to lecture me?"

Jiang Mo walked through the blood-stained ground, dressed in black, his expression cold and stern, resembling a demon king.

Even though it was just one person, the oppressive feeling he brought was comparable to a mountain collapsing, and everyone was terrified, avoiding eye contact.

"How are you any different from us, the Quanxing, with your bloodthirsty and cruel nature?!"

A sharp-tongued, monkey-faced demon from Quanxing, whose words were scathing.

He stood in the basin of morality, like a broken-backed dog, barking incessantly, trying to drag Jiang Mo down with him.

"I have never relied on the opinions of others to bind my mind and body as I walk through the world."

Jiang Mo activated the Three Ones Mysterious Technique, his hair began to turn white, and a large amount of Qi flowed within his body, resonating with his flesh, organs, and bones, causing its intensity to surge dramatically.

Blue and white energy swirled around his limbs and bones, and the dazzling heat made the dimly lit underground tavern feel like a boiling oil pot.

"Invading mountains, night raids, spreading rumors—isn't that enough for me to kill you all?"

"If you feel wronged, go to the righteous path to seek justice."