"A fool who doesn’t know life from death."
Watching the black-clad figures pounce towards him, Mu Qingchuan sneered disdainfully. With a slight shake of his arm, three golden copper coins shot out from his hand, breaking through the air at extre speed, almost turning into a golden line in the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the sound of three heavy objects hitting the ground, the three black-clad figures didn’t even have the chance to react before their throats were pierced through, dead beyond a doubt.
"Mu Qingchuan, how dare you? You all, kill the girl and Lin Yafei, leave Mu Qingchuan to ."
Upon witnessing this scene, the scarred man roared in anger and lunged at Mu Qingchuan. With a shake of his hands, several segnts of a broken spear appeared in his grasp. A quick flick later, it transford into an iron spear that spiraled towards Mu Qingchuan’s throat.
"Whoosh!"
Mu Qingchuan’s expression remained unchanged. In a flash, he dodged and moved his arm, releasing several more golden copper coins **** forward.
Clang! Clang!
The golden copper coins collided with the spear, producing crisp sounds and generating sparks. The force shattered several golden copper coins into pieces.
Although the golden copper coins were shattered, the imnse force from them caused the scarred man’s face to flush slightly; evidently, the collision didn’t benefit him at all.
Suppressing a mouthful of blood, the scarred man didn’t hesitate. His hand flickered the iron spear like a streak of cold light, stabbing at Mu Qingchuan’s throat.
From the previous exchange, the scarred man understood Mu Qingchuan’s prowess with hidden weapons. Once Mu Qingchuan created distance, he would be dood. The best strategy was to engage Mu Qingchuan in close combat, preventing him from using his hidden weapons techniques.
anwhile, responding to the scarred man’s orders, the remaining dozen or so assassins rushed aggressively towards Mandala and Lin Yafei.
Seeing this, Lin Yafei’s expression tensed imdiately. With a slight shake of her hands, two pistols appeared in her grasp, aiming directly at the approaching assassins.
Seeing Lin Yafei’s actions, Mandala chuckled lightly and said, "Sister Yafei, don’t worry, they’re as good as dead."
Speaking, Mandala extended a finger, flicking it to release an invisible fine powder into the air.
As soon as Mandala retracted her finger, several horrific screams suddenly echoed.
"Ah!"
"Retreat, retreat! There’s poison here!"
"Ah, my hand, help ! Save , I don’t want to die, save !"
"I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, ah...!"
The piercing screams were particularly jarring in the night. The black-clad n rushing at the forefront let out horrific screams when they reached within three ters of Mandala. Their entire bodies froze, their exposed hands and faces seed to be instantly dipped in acid, turning into a bloody ss; they fell uncontrollably to the ground, with the flesh on their bodies sizzling and making one’s skin crawl.
This is the prowess of a poison master, an inescapable fate of neither living nor dying. This is the true terror of a poison master from the Netherworld rcenary Corps. Even before approaching, you are already dead.
Standing by Mandala’s side, Lin Yafei shivered uncontrollably watching the grueso scene. At this mont, she finally understood why Lu Tianxing warned her not to worry about Mandala’s safety and told her that anyone Mandala wished to kill would have no chance of escape. Such a terrifying poison technique would be impossible to resist for anyone.
"Manman, you..."
Lin Yafei asked, her voice trembling slightly. She had seen death and killed before, but to witness a living person turn into a pool of blood in such a short ti was a fear that couldn’t be masked. After all, who would have thought a seemingly harmless little girl could wield such terrifying thods?
"Sister Yafei, I rember you said I was your younger sister, and if my brother bullies in the future, you’d help . Now, with outsiders trying to bully you, I’ll help you too because you’re my sister, my family. Maybe in the future, you’ll be my sister-in-law, so I must curry favor with you to make sure you help if my brother bullies ," Mandala said softly, seemingly sensing Lin Yafei’s fear.
Hearing Mandala’s words, Lin Yafei’s face softened slightly. She felt the genuineness in Mandala’s words.
"If your brother bullies you in the future, tell , and I’ll help you get revenge."
"Thanks, Sister Yafei, but before that, I think we should first deal with this group of people," Mandala chuckled, turning to look at the remaining seven or eight black-clad n who dared not move forward, coldly laughing, "Are you all scared to advance? Since that’s the case, you’re useless, Young Master Mu, help finish these cowards, also capture that scar-faced one alive, I think he might know the whereabouts of the Heavenly God."
Mu Qingchuan was currently entangled with the scarred man. Still, his peripheral vision never left Mandala’s side. When he saw four or five people turn into pools of blood upon getting within three ters of Mandala, even he couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.
An Earth-level realm Martial Artist couldn’t last ten seconds against such poison, showcasing the terrifying power of Mandala’s concoctions. No wonder, despite being weaker than him, Mandala always exuded an intensely dangerous aura.
Hearing Mandala’s words, Mu Qingchuan said softly to the scarred man, "The ga is over."
"What!"
The scarred man’s face changed drastically upon hearing this and instinctively looked at Mu Qingchuan, only to be t with several golden copper coins coming at him in an eerie manner.
"Mu Qingchuan, you can’t beat !"
The scarred man roared in rage, flicking the iron spear in his hand, turning it into streaks of cold light like blossoming pear flowers, one strike after another hitting the copper coins.
Before the scarred man could feel relieved, he suddenly sensed a terrifying force coming from the copper coins, causing his spear to crack as if it were fragile glass, eventually shattering with a blast, leaving his hand a bloody ss.
The intense pain made the scarred man’s face change wildly, his whole body trembling violently. He finally realized why Mu Qingchuan had said the ga was over; Mu Qingchuan had rely been toying with him all along.
Feeling a trendous humiliation, the scarred man roared angrily, charging at Mu Qingchuan like a speeding arrow.
The terrifying speed generated a whistling wind as the lamp light illuminated the scarred man’s tightly clenched fist, emitting a strong murderous aura.
In an instant, the scarred man appeared beside Mu Qingchuan, launching a punch towards Mu Qingchuan’s chest with brutal force that tore through the air, causing sonic booms and a wind force that slashed like a blade against the face.
Facing this terrifying punch, Mu Qingchuan’s expression remained unchanged; instead, he opened his right hand, directly eting the blow.
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