Chen Mu stood there, stunned on the spot.
The pale-faced young man was confident and fearless, originally thinking he was up against a fierce adversary. Little did he expect him to be so easily defeated.
The three Iron Lotus Seeds were taken out, and Chen Mu didn’t even have time to react.
The Qian Shan Daoist clenched his jaw in anger.
His disciple’s Mysterious Female Sword Technique, which he had personally taught, was unparalleled in power. He never would have thought that his disciple would fall to a mere hidden weapon and couldn’t help but feel a surge of rage.
“Waste! You even forgot to give it your all when a lion hunts a rabbit,” he sneered.
Then he cast a cold glance at Chen Mu.
“Finally using an Ascension Pill to cultivate a medicinal man, and a mere two days away from maturity. Such a pity, such a shame!”
Qian Shan Daoist’s face turned dark as water.
“Dead is dead, can’t waste it,” he muttered.
Immediately, a small red paper figure leisurely flew onto the corpse of the pale-faced young man.
The thin paper figure, with bowed head and bent waist, seemed to exhale a great breath, then raised its head and leaned back, mimicking the action of a deep breath.
As the paper figure inhaled and exhaled,
The temperature in the entire estate seemingly dropped by several degrees.
The pale-faced young man’s blood rushed from his wounds towards the paper figure in midair, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed into the paper figure.
The pale-faced young man was now truly devoid of any color.
Chen Mu’s scalp tingled.
Having been in this different world for over a year, he had more than once heard of bizarre and sinister events.
But the scene before him, something you’d only see in movies, made his hair stand on end.
As if a fierce tiger had fixed its gaze directly on him.
Wuu!
Almost instinctively, he shot out an Iron Lotus Seed, aiming straight for Qian Shan Daoist’s heart.
The black Iron Lotus Seed tore through the air with its rotation, suddenly covering the distance between them.
Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
A blood-red figure stood in the way of the Iron Lotus Seed.
Under the impact of the tremendous force, the hard Iron Lotus Seed crumbled like a brittle cookie, easily deforming and shattering!
The slow-drifting paper figure had, from stillness to motion, bizarrely intercepted it in front of Qian Shan Daoist.
Chen Mu’s pupils constricted suddenly.
“Maybe, it’s time to run!” he thought.
Qian Shan Daoist’s eyelids lifted slightly.
“Insignificant skills, dares to show off…” he started to say.
Clang clang clang…
As if more than ten blacksmiths were working the iron at once.
Qian Shan Daoist’s words were drowned out by the continuous clanging of metal.
More than ten Iron Lotus Seeds arrived nearly simultaneously in front of him.
The paper figure flew wildly in all directions.
Sparks scattered throughout the air, creating an effect like lighting fireworks.
The sound of clinking filled the air as the battered Iron Lotus Seeds ricocheted to the ground.
“Ignorant of life and death!” A flash of anger passed across Qian Shan Daoist’s face.
Looking up, he realized Chen Mu had reached the wall, his body crouching slightly, ready to leap over it…
“Go!” A soft command was issued.
Whoosh!
The blood-red paper figure darted out like lightning, instantly arriving at the wall.
Chen Mu, just preparing to jump, felt his hairs stand on end.
Almost instinctively, his body powered up, moving as if defying the rules of acceleration, going from stillness to extreme speed, and he shifted half a meter to the right in an instant.
A streak of red light brushed past his left arm.
Without a sound, his sleeve split open, and his left arm immediately turned ice-cold and numb, losing all sensation.
The red light didn’t slow down, powerfully stabbing into the wall.
The stone wall was like frozen butter meeting a red-hot knife.
The red figure easily sank into it, leaving only a barely noticeable slit.
Chen Mu’s scalp went numb, thinking that if it had hit his left arm, his entire arm would have been easily severed.
Before he had time to recover, a flash of red light appeared before his eyes.
The red paper figure passed through the wall and returned, striking directly at Chen Mu’s forehead.
Without hesitation, Chen Mu performed a backward somersault.
But the red light, persistent as a hawk circling in the sky, continuously launched deadly attacks at Chen Mu.
Chen Mu’s body tensed, executing the Soaring Leap Technique of the Red Falcon Shape Cultivation Technique to its limit, allowing him to dodge the attacks at the last possible moment.
But as time passed, various parts of his body began to feel icy and numb.
A cold breath bored into his muscles and bones like a drill, forcefully penetrating them.
Qian Shan Daoist, with a hint of surprise in his narrowed eyes, remarked, “Such agile movement.”
Then he sneered contemptuously, “Struggling in vain on death’s door!”
“Swift!”
The already fast blood-red paper figure increased its speed by a third. With a sudden turn, it left a wound on Chen Mu’s back.
Chen Mu’s face changed drastically, an icy breath penetrating his body, his organs feeling as if they would freeze into lumps!
“If this goes on, I am surely doomed!” he thought.
Forcing himself to stay calm,
Through the exchange thus far, he had vaguely discovered the flight pattern of the paper figure.
The paper figure moved without a shadow, but it hesitated slightly before changing direction!
“Now’s the time!” he realized.
A dagger suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.
Sleeve Sword Technique!
His muscles coiled and powered like a python.
Qiankun Strike!
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Hiss!
In the dark night, a silver light flashed by.
Clang…
Chen Mu launched eighteen sword strikes in an instant!
Each strike hit the straw man in the chest.
Squeak!
The dagger pierced through the straw man’s chest as if it stabbed into a copper coin, the sound gratingly sour to the ears.
The resistance was so great that after the tip entered, it was hard to push further.
The straw man writhed and twisted on the tip of the sword like a centipede that had been skewered.
Chen Mu violently shook off the straw man and nailed it, along with the dagger, into the wall.
He bore the intense pain that came after unleashing his limit, staring intently at the Qian Shan Daoist.
“Isn’t it better for us to walk our separate ways under the broad heavens?”
“Just because you stumbled upon me by accident, you want to silence me with death.”
“You even use your own disciples to practice evil methods.”
“Utterly evil!”
A realization dawned on Chen Mu.
“Running away is useless.”
The other party wouldn’t let him go.
Even if he managed to escape, with the other’s cunning ways, there was an eighty percent chance that he’d be found and retaliated against.
“All I want is to live a quiet life, why is that so difficult?!”
Chen Mu glared viciously at the Qian Shan Daoist.
“It’s people like this who disturb my life.”
“Kill him!”
Chen Mu raised his hand and threw a clump of Iron Lotus Seeds.
The Qian Shan Daoist’s expression changed drastically the moment the straw man was pierced.
The dense Iron Lotus Seeds almost instantly reached him.
Clang, clang, clang…
A series of sparks flew in all directions.
With a flurry of hand movements, the Qian Shan Daoist managed to block the bullet-like Iron Lotus Seeds with just his flesh palm!
Chen Mu was immediately startled.
The Iron Lotus Seeds could pierce through metal and crack stone with ease.
Who would have thought they could be blocked by a palm!
“You little brat ruined my magic artifact! You’ll pay for this!” the Qian Shan Daoist said fiercely.
Upon seeing Chen Mu’s astonishment, he immediately sneered.
“Did you really think I was just a prettyface?!”
Chen Mu’s scalp went numb all of a sudden.
He threw out the Iron Lotus Seeds in rapid succession with both hands.
The very next moment, Chen Mu’s left hand violently swung.
The Qian Shan Daoist’s right hand almost preemptively moved to block in front of the path of the Iron Lotus Seeds.
Thud!
A pool of silvery white metal softened in the palm of his hand.
Silver Pieces?
Not Iron Lotus Seeds?
“Let’s see how many more hidden weapons you have to throw!” the Qian Shan Daoist laughed heartily.
He strode forward, braving the rain of hidden weapons, stepping towards Chen Mu.
At this point, Chen Mu could no longer care for anything else.
Copper coins, Silver Pieces, he threw everything at the Qian Shan Daoist all at once.
Thud!
The Qian Shan Daoist held his right hand in front of his face, clutching a large gourd in his palm.
“Now, you’re out of hidden weapons, aren’t you?” the Qian Shan Daoist grimaced with a fierce smile, showing a row of sinister white teeth.
Crack!
He crushed the gourd to powder in his grip.
Suddenly, a burst of blue smoke exploded and swiftly enveloped him.
“Poison?!” The Qian Shan Daoist immediately shut his breath tight.
But a strong sleepiness irresistibly rushed to his head.
He retreated again and again, instinctively trying to increase the distance between them.
However, Chen Mu would not miss this opportunity.
His whole body turned into a swift falcon, lightning-fast, appearing in front of the Qian Shan Daoist.
His right hand suddenly unveiled a dagger as he crouched low.
Qiankun Strike!
Thud!
From below, the dagger skimmed through the Qian Shan Daoist’s chest.
Piercing through the jaw and straight into the skull!
The Qian Shan Daoist, almost unconsciously, pushed outwards.
Even as Chen Mu quickly loosened his grip on the sword to retreat, he was still struck in the chest.
He couldn’t help but grunt.
Blood flowed from his nose like a stream.
Chen Mu flipped back, picking up some broken stones and scattering them as he leaped away.
Flying Locust Stone!
Whistling…
Pff pff pff…
The Qian Shan, with blood-red eyes and raving mad, was instantly turned into a sieve.
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