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

"Boom!"

The arrow pierced through Jiang Mo's body, but no blood gushed out, nor did any Qi flow out. It was merely a lifeless afterimage, having completely missed its target.

"what!!!!"

The wealthy fat man let out a pig-like scream. He was also an extraordinary person, belonging to the body-strengthening school. His body was covered in fat and muscles, which should have made him extremely strong and resistant to blows. However, in a moment of distraction, Jiang Mo tore off his arm, and he knelt on the ground in pain, curled up.

"No...don't..."

Jiang Mo placed his five fingers on his head, and the fat man trembled with fear, tears streaming down his face, pleading with his companion.

"Buzz!"

His entire head was transformed into Qi, and his body lay in a pool of blood.

"Hoo..." A soft breathing sound quietly dissipated.

The red-robed old man, who had been silent for a long time, loosened his cane. Pure true qi appeared on his body. Unlike others, he did not have any incredible methods. He was just a martial artist who had tempered his life to the extreme.

"call out--!"

Without any unnecessary words, the red-robed elder took direct action, overwhelming everyone with his speed, causing Jiang Mo to take the situation seriously.

"boom!"

His punches were fierce and relentless, targeting vital points, creating a chilling gust of wind. His seemingly withered arms possessed a power that overwhelmed the entire arena.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo clashed with him, his arm trembling slightly, and he was actually forced back a step, somewhat surprised. The old man, on the other hand, was forced back more than ten meters, his face filled with horror. With just one strike, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

"Esteemed seniors, I've got him under control!!!"

A sudden exclamation broke the deathly silence. The speaker pinched black talismans between his fingers, and countless black shadows evolved into tentacles, covering the ground and tightly pulling on Jiang Mo's shadow.

"kill!"

Such a golden opportunity was too good to pass up, especially for Han Suxiao, the old man in red, and the old man in white, who all rushed forward.

"You've got me under control?"

Jiang Mo chuckled, his body transforming into Qi, becoming unrestrained. He raised his hand and brought down nearly a hundred blazing silver chains to fight against the three old ghosts of Quanxing.

He immediately turned his hunting gaze to the demon who was using shadows to bind his body, and said in a calm tone: "Come on, I'll give you a ride."

"Quick! Stop him!" The caster was terrified and frantically pulled out several talismans to prepare for defense.

"late."

Jiang Mo strode over, like a ghost. Before the talisman between his fingers could burn and unleash its fierce power, he pressed his five fingers against Jiang Mo's chest.

The next instant, the sharp golden energy tore through his body, and the man was reduced to a pile of corpses. Jiang Mo seized the talisman and crushed it into dull powder with his palm.

The battlefield behind was in chaos. Under the suppression of the blazing silver chains, the demons had nowhere to stand. One after another, those who were exhausted were hit by the chains and their fragile bodies were broken.

The three Quanxing elders and Han Suxiao each used their own methods, and even Jiang Mo had to admit that the chains that controlled objects alone were no match for them.

"boom!"

Three enormous corpse demons hung high in the sky, a gluttonous beast, a mountain-sized toad, and a ferocious worm, all condensing into a black mist that crashed down, its power suddenly multiplying, attempting to corrupt Jiang Mo's will.

"If it weren't for you, to see if I had completely eliminated my three corpses, would you have had this opportunity?"

Jiang Mo stared at the short old man to his side, a murderous intent rising within him. In truth, this man was far weaker than the other three old ghosts and could be killed in an instant.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate at all. He formed a hand seal, and twelve blazing fire energies emerged from behind him, instantly transforming into a flaming sword.

"Old man, you like getting in my way? I'll play with you until you're satisfied."

The words fell.

The technique was successful.

Jiang Mo waved his hand casually, pointing to the location of the short old man. Twelve Flame-Forged Qi Swords tore through the sky, unstoppable.

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Faced with the twelve flaming swords hurtling towards him, the short old man dared not confront them head-on. He instead used the black mist to shield himself and take the opportunity to evade them.

"Boom!!!"

The black mist could not intercept it; the flaming sword pierced through in an instant, shattering large sections of artificial mountains and walls.

Eight demons remained within the barrier, all wounded and cautious, huddled together, afraid to be caught by Jiang Mo if they were alone.

"Go together."

Han Suxiao's eyes were gloomy. Despite his injuries not yet healed, he joined forces with the old man in red to fight against Jiang Mo.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

An old man in white, standing in the air in the distance, continued to draw his bow, providing cover.

"open--!"

A demon bit his fingertip and used his blood essence to cast a spell, causing a massive Bagua diagram to appear beneath his feet, instantly trapping Jiang Mo in the Death Gate.

"Sect Leader, don't let him escape!"

Upon hearing this, Han Suxiao's attacks became even more ferocious, sealing off the surroundings with black ice and desperately trying to restrain Jiang Mo.

The old man in red robes was even more aroused. His aged body, like the last embers of a candle, erupted at its peak. He gathered his qi into a blade and slashed continuously. The ground was cut into hundreds of pieces by the sharp blade light, as if it were tofu.

The aura within the magic array grew increasingly ominous. Jiang Mo decisively gathered his strength to interrupt Han Suxiao's killing move. With a flash of afterimage, he attacked the rear of the demon camp, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He immediately captured the sorcerer who had set up the array and struck him in the chest with a palm strike.

"Buzz!"

The power to shatter mountains ruthlessly pierced through the skeleton, the demon's internal organs shattered into blood, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred, and he knelt on the ground.

"Hey! You scoundrel, stop your madness!"

The white-robed old man in the void, his body surging with colorful faith power, instantly completed the descent of a new godhood as if by magic.

With three heads and six arms, wielding a fire-tipped spear, carrying a Qiankun Ring, and riding on Wind-Fire Wheels—this is Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas!

Jiang Mo's gaze was fixed on the short old man. Ignoring the attacks from others, his Qi-transformed body withstood the killing blows from all directions. He was riddled with holes and large cracks, but he remained unharmed.

"I said I was going to kill you, it doesn't matter who comes."

Jiang Mo caught up with his prey, unleashed a punch, a howling wind arose, and the black mist crumbled upon contact, revealing the true form of the short old man.

He chanted the Ancient Ferry Spirit-Breaking Incantation. The demon, who was at close range, was caught off guard and his consciousness was dragged into a void, detached from reality. The black mist lost control and stopped swirling.

"Stop him!"

The old man in red robes roared angrily. He knew perfectly well that once Jiang Mo succeeded, the two sides would be completely overwhelmed.

However, due to Jiang Mo's ferocious power, the other four master-level demons were caught in a dilemma and dared not step forward.

"Pfft!"

With only a moment's hesitation, Jiang Mo locked the short old man's throat, his five fingers suddenly exerting force, pulling out his head along with his entire spine.

"boom!"

He casually tossed the grotesque human head in front of the demon, his expression indifferent, and the shattered wounds on his body healed instantly.

"idiot!!!"

The old man in red robes was so angry that he cursed loudly, wishing he could kill the disciple who was closest to him.

Jiang Mo then launched his hunt, and the four elites who had just reached the Grandmaster level were no match for his sharp edge.

Someone tore open the old scroll, and several lifelike tigers made of ink leaped out. In less than two rounds, they were destroyed by Jiang Mo with his bare hands.

"Oh!"

The owner of the painting was injured, suffering from chest pain. Before he could even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Jiang Mo annihilated him with a single palm strike, sending his soul back to the world.

As the bloody battle drew to a close, Jiang Mo's fighting spirit soared even higher. He fought with unbridled abandon, catching up with the weaker demons. Regardless of their methods, he chanted incantations and beheaded them in one swift motion.

In just a dozen breaths, the vast barrier was filled with rivers of blood, littered with corpses, and the courtyard was sunk and collapsed, leaving only four standing figures.

Jiang Mo showed no signs of fatigue, while the three old ghosts of Quanxing were exhausted, covered in wounds, and could not hold on at any moment.

The white-robed elder descended with divine power, but his faith power was rapidly depleted, and the divine fire surrounding him dimmed.

He appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.

The madman of the Three Kingdoms before him surpassed any opponent he had ever encountered before, whether it was the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain or the leader of Wudang Sect, none of them possessed such a sense of oppression comparable to a natural disaster.

He single-handedly defeated their combined forces head-on.

Han Suxiao's chest heaved, and with each breath, the smell of blood filled the air.

During the fight, he suffered several heavy blows from Jiang Mo, which he suppressed with black ice, but the longer it dragged on, the worse it would become.

The near-ruptured meridians within his body laid bare the cruel reality before him: with the remaining three, there was absolutely no chance of victory, and even the thought of escaping was futile.

Han Suxiao felt a deep sorrow in his heart. He clenched his fist and sighed silently. The sense of powerlessness was so clear and etched into his bones. He couldn't help but recall many past events. Now, he was finally tasting the bitterness of hatred and unhappiness.

As for the red-robed elder, he was in good condition and was undoubtedly one of the top figures in the Quanxing faction. He was able to barely withstand Jiang Mo's attacks, and his breathing was long and steady.

Gazing at Jiang Mo, he cleared his mind of all distractions, his gaze locking onto the enemy's figure. His surging true qi was ready to be unleashed. Even as a martial artist facing death, he showed no fear whatsoever.

In the past decades, having mastered martial arts, he had never encountered such a difficult battle. Cold sweat streamed down his weathered face as he adjusted his breathing to its optimal state.

"Leave your name."

"Under the Nine Netherworlds, I met an old friend, and I can reminisce about who did it."

Jiang Mo remained unmoved by his plea, and said with a faint smile:

"I have no obligation to fulfill your last wishes. As for you wandering souls, may you rest in peace."

Upon hearing this, the three fell silent. Trapped in a life-or-death situation, they had no choice but to burn their lifespans and resort to various methods in order to end the matter quickly.

"kill--!"

The white-robed old man, floating in mid-air, with the bearing of a god, held a fire-tipped spear, raising dozens of spear flowers that were poised to explode, like dragons soaring and shattering the ground.

Jiang Mo, positioned beneath the spear tip, refused to yield. He gathered his Qi into armor, the blazing silver light protecting his entire body. He met the pseudo-god's killing move head-on, crushing the Fire-Tipped Spear with a single punch, causing it to shatter inch by inch.

Black ice separated heaven and earth, and Han Suxiao and the red-robed elder joined the battle.

"boom!"

The powerful and sharp blade light cleaved through Jiang Mo's Qi armor, producing a dull thud.

The ground where the two stood instantly cracked open with more than a dozen marks of varying sizes, but they could not break through the defense.

Jiang Mo let them attack, keeping his eyes fixed on the weakened white-robed old man. His fists were fierce and powerful, forcing the demon to retreat step by step. The three clusters of divine fire hanging high behind him were extinguished one after another.

With his faith power exhausted and his divine status collapsed, the white-robed old man looked as haggard as a ghost, his spirit and energy depleted, and his strength weakened to the extreme.

Jiang Mo's inch punch struck the man's heart and internal organs, blasting him apart with blood and mist, leaving not even a complete corpse.

"boom!"

The red-robed elder on the side slashed at Jiang Mo's throat, but Jiang Mo blocked it fiercely. In his horrified gaze, Jiang Mo's slender fingers gripped the Qi Blade tightly and twisted it to pieces.

Han Suxiao's hands were cold and dark, and his dark Qi rose and fell like a deep abyss as he lunged towards Jiang Mo's abdomen.

"boom!!!"

When they came into contact with the Qi armor on the body's surface, two completely opposite forces frantically devoured each other. Even Jiang Mo was somewhat surprised that this desperate old ghost could actually shake his Yang Qi.

"That's it."

Jiang Mo first forced the red-robed elder back with a palm strike, then launched a full-scale attack, punching Han Suxiao. In just two moves, Han Suxiao's bones and tendons were completely broken, the black ice melted, and the accumulated injuries in his body erupted one after another, making his hands and feet tremble and even difficult to stand.

"Pfft!"

Jiang Mo gave him no chance to catch his breath. He flashed past, covered his face with his left hand, and in the instant that the Qi penetrated through him, the Qi of fire and earth merged, and the lava erupted like a volcano, piercing through the fragile skull.

Han Suxiao, the former acting leader of Quanxing, has passed away.

With his old friends passing away one after another, the old man in the red robe was left alone and helpless. His weathered and stern face could not hide his exhaustion as he asked:

"It's just the two of us left. One move to decide the outcome?"

"it is good."