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No matter which direction he chose, no matter how fast he went, there would always be one or more streaks of purple lightning that precisely blocked his way.
They could either blast the ground to block his path or form a lightning barrier to force him back.
The lightning bolt locked onto his presence, and no matter how he changed his position or concealed himself, it could find his trajectory immediately and completely block all routes.
Mu Qinghan's hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly.
Damn it, damn it!
Mu Qinghan roared furiously in his heart, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Why do you insist on stopping me?
Why won't you let me go back to save my family?!
Countless "whys" churned in his mind, his pupils uncontrollably turned blood red, and his magical power became violent and chaotic, as if trying to break free of control and rushing around.
Kill him! Kill him!
But the next second, a bell rang suddenly, and he was jolted awake.
You've fallen into their trap!
Such techniques, which disturb the mind through lust, will only lead to a complete loss of reason and turning one into a lamb to the slaughter if continued in this way.
Mu Qinghan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
He flicked his wrist, and the bell rang again.
As the bell rang, the violent magical power around him gradually calmed down, like a rushing flood returning to its course. The bloodshot color in his eyes also slowly faded, returning to a clear and cold state.
The martial arts fanatic raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a smile of great interest.
"Oh? You've calmed down."
"Kid, not bad, you barely passed."
Mu Qinghan's hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock, and his gaze was sharp.
"You said you were a martial arts fanatic, and that you wanted to pursue the ultimate in martial arts; you said you despised cowardly weaklings."
"But if you only use your cultivation level to intimidate others and suppress your opponents by relying on the difference in realm, how can you talk about martial arts and how can you talk about being a strong person?"
He paused, the tip of his sword pointing to the ground. "If we're just talking about technique, I won't lose to you."
"Hahahaha-"
The martial arts fanatic suddenly burst into deafening laughter, lightly tapping the ground with his spear, and purple lightning spread out in tiny patterns along the spear tip.
"Skill? Not inferior to mine?"
Before the laughter had even subsided, he burst into another fit of hysterical laughter, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"Hahahaha-"
"Kid, do you know what you're saying?"
"Just the facts."
Mu Qinghan's voice was calm.
My cultivation level is far inferior to my opponent's; if I want to win and leave, this is the only way.
The martial arts fanatic's laughter gradually subsided, and the mockery in his eyes was replaced by intense fighting spirit.
He slowly raised the spear in his hand, the dragon patterns on the spear shaft seemingly leaping.
"Interesting, very interesting. Alright, then so be it!"
"I won't use my cultivation level to suppress you; we'll only compete in technique."
He paused, then said readily, "If you win, I'll let you go; if you lose..."
"If you die, you die."
Before he could finish speaking, Mu Qinghan interrupted him decisively, golden sword light condensing at the tip of his sword.
The martial arts fanatic's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "Hahaha—then come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist and the spear instantly pierced Mu Qinghan's heart, without using any cultivation.
Chapter 141 Guarding
Mu Shen's teeth chattered uncontrollably with anger.
He gazed at the figure slowly approaching before him, a thin mist of desire swirling around him.
The oppressive aura emanating from the mist almost froze his blood, making even his breathing heavy as lead.
Old Man Mu held Old Man Mu tightly behind him, his arms trembling.
The surrounding herders also raised their ritual implements, but their eyes were filled with fear, and their bodies trembled like leaves.
With each step forward their desires took, the invisible pressure intensified, causing the members of the Mu family to involuntarily shrink back an inch, even the bluestone slabs beneath their feet seemed to dent slightly under this oppressive force.
"So...so strong..."
A young shepherd's son's voice trembled, his hand holding the talisman shook, and the edges of the talisman were soaked with sweat.
"The mere aura he exuded almost made me faint. This guy... what is he...?"
It's...it's the aura of a peak Great Demon Emperor...
Pan Shen's Adam's apple bobbed; he... was no match for him at all...
He swallowed hard, his gaze sweeping over his trembling clansmen and his terrified parents. A surge of inexplicable courage welled up from the bottom of his heart.
He took a deep breath, straightened his slightly hunched back, and forced himself to stop backing away. "You..."
He had barely uttered a single word when lust instantly overwhelmed him.
The thin mist almost touched his face, and a captivating fragrance entered his nostrils, but Mu Shenqi only felt a bone-chilling cold.
Passion reached out her slender fingers and gently tapped his forehead, her tone languid.
“Originally… I should have been with those two guys to intercept that little guy.”
"But... I felt that you are connected to him by blood."
"I am very interested."
"You...are his family?"
His lustful gaze swept over the pastors present, as if he were examining each item.
"What a pity... I thought there would be toys as interesting as his, but I didn't expect... only you little guy can barely find them interesting."
A cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Then I'll kill them, and then take you back to play with."
"By the way, those two lunatics probably killed that little guy already. It's a real shame we didn't get to see him struggle."
"I've always wanted to have him."
"Killed...killed?"
"What do you mean 'already killed'?!"
Mu Shenqi's eyes widened suddenly, and the anger in his chest erupted instantly.
"Damn it, what do you want? What did you do to Qinghan?!"
His brow furrowed slightly, and his tone instantly turned cold.
She raised her hand and gently pushed towards Mu Shenqi. There was no powerful energy fluctuation, only a thin stream of air.
But this seemingly gentle strike was like a heavy blow to Mu Shenqi. He was sent flying backward, crashing through three walls with a series of loud bangs before landing in the dirt in the backyard.
Blood gushed from his mouth, staining the grass beneath him red.
"Puff! Cough cough cough..."
Mu Shenqi lay sprawled on the ground, coughing violently. Each breath was accompanied by excruciating pain in his internal organs, and his vision blurred intermittently.
Mother Mu's piercing cries rang out as she broke free from Father Mu's protection and rushed over.
"Shenqi! Are you alright?!" Old Man Mu's eyes also reddened as he ran towards Mu Shenqi.
"How's your spirit...?"
The surrounding herders were also enraged, and their fear was gradually replaced by anger.
"Damn it! I'll fight you to the death!" a young man from the Shepherd family roared, raising his greatsword and charging toward lust, his eyes filled with a resolute determination to die for his cause.
Her voice, filled with lust, was icy cold. She didn't even glance at the young man from the Mu family who was rushing towards her; she merely raised a finger casually.
A faint breeze instantly enveloped the young man's body.
The next second, a piercing sound of bones shattering rang out. Before the young man could even scream, he turned into a cloud of blood mist in the pink halo and drifted away into the air.
Only a few drops of warm blood remained on the bluestone slab, which were quickly dried by the wind.
"Aaaaaah! My son!"
The young man's mother collapsed to the ground, her hair instantly turning mostly white, and she pounced on lust like a madwoman.
"You monster, I'll fight you to the death!"
"No, don't go... come back..."
Mu Shenqi lay sprawled on the ground, letting out broken sobs.
He tried to reach out and grab her, but his arm felt as heavy as lead, and he could only watch helplessly as she rushed toward death.
Sure enough, the fingertips of lust lit up again, and the old man's figure also collapsed in an instant. Blood mist spread out, staining the surrounding maple leaves red, and also staining Mu Shenqi's vision red.
"You bastard! Go to hell!"
"Damn it, you bastard!"
The successive deaths ignited the bloodlust of the Mu family, and several more clansmen roared and rushed forward, their magical artifacts emitting a faint light, yet appearing utterly ridiculous amidst the aura of lust.
They knew they were going to die, but not one of them retreated; their eyes were filled with a desperate resolve.
"Come back, come back, please, don't go... don't go!"
Mu Shenqi's tears mingled with the blood at the corner of his mouth and he roared with all his might, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.