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

"That's enough for now. Be more careful in your next life."

The old man in gray robes spoke words as law. He raised his hand lightly, and the black substance churned, its corrosive power suddenly increasing, instantly suppressing and completely engulfing the opponent.

The suffocating sense of oppression was clearly and deeply imprinted on the skin of every master.

Only the old bald monk beside him let out a strange laugh, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he sincerely praised:

“Heh, Benefactor Cui, your methods are even more frightening than they were back then.”

"Brother Pei, you flatter me."

The old man in the gray shirt showed no emotion on his face, and simply responded casually.

As the black mud dissipated, pale bones lay scattered on the ground. The bearded man, witnessing this, was terrified, his scalp tingling. He hurriedly knelt and kowtowed in apology.

"Elder Cui, I...I didn't mean to support Zhang...Wugensheng. I'll follow all your arrangements, I'll follow them all!!"

"It was just a misunderstanding. I accidentally went along with that old man Huang's wishes. Please understand!"

The more he talked, the more sweaty Gao Huzi became. He could feel his heart pounding violently, almost leaping out of his chest, and he was completely unable to suppress his fear.

"This is none of your business, go sit aside."

Cui Yanqing ignored the tall beard, which looked almost like that of an ant, and paid it no heed.

"I'll ask you one more time: Who objects to removing Wugensheng from the position of sect leader?"

The calm words contained a certain energy spreading outwards; even though the voice was not loud, it resonated in everyone's ears like the morning bell and evening drum.

The choice is here; the line between life and death is crystal clear.

Faced with this domineering dictator, none of the ten masters present dared to go against his lead.

"agree."

A master of external martial arts declared that he was burly and strong, in the prime of his life with terrifyingly vigorous blood and energy, like a furnace of molten iron.

"agree."

Yu Qiantuo, a Taoist master from western Hunan, followed closely behind.

"agree."

Mr. Huang, who was usually quiet and reserved, took off his glasses and said absentmindedly.

"Agreed," the old woman with a red scarf draped over her shoulders smiled gently.

......

In just a few breaths, under Cui Yanqing's coercion, the group passed a resolution to abolish Wugensheng's position as sect leader.

"So, what should we do next in the struggle with the San Yi Sect?" The master of horizontal martial arts pointed out this most urgent matter.

"If all else fails, how about sending the bodies of Wugensheng and Li Muxuan over there?"

Some people have given up on maintaining it, but things have come to this point, with over a hundred disciples dead or injured. As the originator of this disaster, it is only right that it be dealt with.

After a moment's consideration, Yu Qiantuo looked at Cui Yanqing and the down-on-his-luck old monk and suggested, "Let's kill Wugensheng first, and then destroy Sanyi?"

"I'm fine with it, whatever."

The old monk stroked his white beard, his face so thin that only loose skin and bones remained, and his laughter was manic.

"Let's turn it around."

Cui Yanqing made the final decision, his gaze cold and sharp.

"First destroy Sanyi, then kill Wugensheng."

Chapter 52 A Force Like Thunder

Gao Hu Zi rubbed his hands together and said with a fawning smile, "Old Cui, shall I call the brothers in the village? Everyone with a gun, let's offer incense to Old Zuo."

"Prepare more manpower. In the next few days, some old friends are on their way. Once we have them all, it will be the day that Trinity is destroyed."

Cui Yanqing remained calm and composed, toying with a dark bead in his right hand. He turned his head to look at Yu Qiantuo's empty sleeve and inquired, "What abilities does the Madman of the Three Kingdoms, who fought you, possess?"

"I would like to trouble you, Brother Yu, to explain things to us clearly so that we can make preparations."

"can."

Immediately, the demons present began to focus on Yu Qiantuo's description.

Outside the hall, the campfire was dimming, and two figures sat on the ground on the hillside.

"Jin Feng, it's about time we left. The sect leader won't be coming here."

The young man giving advice wore a light green shirt, had a bald head and a round nose, and large, bright eyes; at this moment, he appeared slightly anxious.

"Xia Liuqing, don't rush me."

The pretty woman in a light red floral dress and glasses looked at the dissolute, headless state of the disciples at the bottom of the valley and felt extremely disgusted. She said impatiently, "Go, go, go."

The two secretly left along a secluded path, their conversation echoing in the quiet, dark forest.

"Where did the sect leader go? Why did he invite us to Mount Dawang, but we haven't seen him since?"

"I know that. I didn't dare say it in the village just now, afraid that those old fogies would hear it. I heard that the sect leader is probably going to Longhu Mountain right now."

"Huh? How could this be?! Let's go quickly."

.......

A thunderous roar echoed through the vast night sky, piercing through the sea of ​​clouds, as an unstoppable silver light swept in from the south.

"Uncle-Master, we're almost there!"

Lu Jin's blood began to tremble inexplicably, and he was in a state of tension and palpitation, but the killing intent in his heart did not weaken, but instead intensified.

"It's been several kilometers."

Jiang Mo gazed at the dark, undulating mountains beyond the horizon, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Let's go, take some gifts with them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the Qi Cloud surged, the gale howled, and the mountains and forests beneath his feet rushed backward.

The dazzling light illuminated the sky and clouds wherever it passed.

The bandits on guard at the watchtower on the mountain wall noticed the abnormality immediately and cried out in alarm, but it was too late.

"Boom!!!"

Like a meteorite falling, with a thunderous roar, Jiang Mo arrived, standing on the mountain rocks, looking down at the village at the bottom of the valley.

Lu Jin activated his profound skill, entering the second level. His hair turned white as frost, and he stared at the demons with equally cold eyes.

"The ventilation here is good; it's bound to start a big fire."

The moment the thought arose, Jiang Mo drew upon the surrounding natural energy to form an invisible barrier, enclosing the entire concave, curved mountain stronghold.

"rise--!"

A flame ignites from the fingertip, the instant it touches the air.

"boom!!!"

A towering flame rose from the ground, and the sea of ​​fire raged, completely engulfing the mountain stronghold. The intense heat made it like a prison, trapping both bandits and demons.

"go!"

Jiang Mo shouldered the weapon he had prepared beforehand; the crystalline spiked club emitted a flame-like aura. He moved with lightning speed and leaped down.

Towering flames spread from all directions, and many slumbering demons were awakened by this extraordinary calamity.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled, countless pieces of rock and soil shattered, and two figures, one black and one white, stormed into the mountain stronghold.

"Woo woo woo!!!" Someone hurriedly blew the horn.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The people of the Sanyi Sect are here!!!" A panicked roar echoed through the valley, and the group of demons stood ready for battle.

Jiang Mo's gaze locked onto the person closest to him. The burly man had strong muscles, his limbs were bound with black bands, and his hair was tied in a long braid.

"boom--!"

The distance of tens of meters was covered in an instant. With the support of the Reverse Life Triple State, Jiang Mo's strength was terrifying. He dragged the tempered spiked club and swept it head-on.

The air exploded with a terrifying sound. Before the burly man could react, his entire upper body was smashed in two by the sharp, thick spiked club.

His heart was shattered, his body was severed from his body, and he didn't even utter a cry of pain until his death.

"Damn it, we outnumber you and have the upper hand. What are you afraid of?"

The man in the yellow shirt and white turban was enraged. His drunkenness was replaced by anger. He rallied his disciples to attack, his hands glowing with a gray light, and he rushed straight at Jiang Mo.

"kill!"

"Capture them alive!!"

A chaotic frenzy ensued, and countless figures slid down the rock face to the valley floor, each employing their own methods to suppress the two as quickly as possible.

"Pfft!!!"

One after another, plumes of blood mist splattered, and Jiang Moshuang, her white hair billowing, wielded a blood-stained weapon, slaughtering demons one after another.

No matter what method they used, there was simply no chance to use it; their terrifying speed was so fast that even afterimages couldn't be caught.

"Someone come here...!!!"

"boom!"

His complete words were forcibly interrupted, and he was struck and shattered.

"Fire! Suppress this madman!!!"

At this moment, a large number of bandits appeared, armed with guns, and pulled the triggers without hesitation. Hundreds of bullets streaked through the air, covering the location where the two men were.

"Bang!" Lu Jin's fist was powerful and fierce, piercing through the demon's chest. He picked up the corpse and threw it up, absorbing the firepower, and dodged to a dead corner.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!"

Countless bullets pierced Jiang Mo's body, but his Qi-transformed body perfectly avoided the damage. At the same time, a wisp of Qi separated out, instantly transforming into nearly a hundred spikes that shot out.

The figures fell one after another like harvested straw, the bandits offering no resistance.

"boom!!!"

The inferno raged, engulfing every corner of the valley. Demons everywhere cried out in panic, helplessly watching their skin turn black inch by inch, as if being swallowed up by cotton wool.

The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone caused them to lose their minds and struggle frantically. The true fire ignited by the Qi of nature was far hotter than ordinary flames.

The valley floor became a furnace. Jiang Mo dragged his spiked club, his body radiating blazing silver energy that formed chains that stretched across all directions, piercing through the figures resisting in the sea of ​​fire one by one.

"boom!!!"

The violent explosion reduced the fortress to a burnt-out ruin. Eleven figures rushed out, each with a distinct aura, yet they exuded a sense of impending storm.

The leaders, Cui Yanqing and the down-on-his-luck old monk, who had been composed not long ago, suddenly became serious. The more powerful they were, the more clearly they could sense the threat of their opponents.

In particular, the dozens of blazing silver chains, like dragons soaring into the sky, brought them a strong aura of death.

"Oh? We meet again, old man."

Jiang Mo stared directly at the eleven demons of Quanxing. Yu Qiantuo, who was being talked about by him, turned pale and his hands and feet went numb. He could not overcome the fear that was etched into his bones.

"I told you to bring Wugensheng's corpse here. If you refuse, then die."

His brief words were incredibly domineering. Even though they were standing at the bottom of the valley, with eleven demons perched on the cliff face halfway up the mountain, they had the absurd illusion that they were being looked down upon by the white-haired youth.

"Are you that madman from Trinity?"

Cui Yanqing's eyes blazed with fury as he felt the long-lost threat of having a blade pressed against his throat. He dared not relax his guard, his intuition telling him that the freak before him was terrifyingly strong, even more so than his former nemesis.

"Just as rumored, his vitality is terrifyingly vigorous. Unlike Old Man Zuo, who is in his twilight years, this person... is full of life, like a raging torrent."

The down-on-his-luck monk looked wary. He slowly turned the bone bead in his hand, deciding to test the other party.

Ancient, eerie incantations were uttered from the monk's mouth, and sound waves descended and spread downwards, distorting the surrounding scenery almost entirely with an invisible force.

Jiang Mo stood rooted to the spot, his eyes calm, his soul and consciousness easily resisting the attack. He gazed at the old monk whose purple light was growing ever more intense, and couldn't help but scoff:

"Alright, the allure of the inner vision is less stimulating to the nerves than pain. Save your 'Otherworldly Freedom Demonic Spell'."