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As if he didn't know that his Cold Martial Sect had undergone a shocking change, Mo Beichen practically didn't have much time to rest. Other than occasionally running into a stream where he could stop and replenish some water, he had practically never eaten anything.

"Dammit, if I knew earlier, I would have prepared more rations in the Storage Ring! The group of people behind us should be disciples of Perishing Sun Palace, didn't I just snatch Li Feng away? As for sending people to chase after me relentlessly, do you really have to kill me? "

Exhausted, Mo Beichen was in an extremely good mood. He had had enough of these days of being on tenterhooks!

If it was a Blood-faced Skeleton, then it would be alright. Each of them had outrageously high strength, but they would definitely not be able to gain much from it. But who are these people from your Perishing Sun Palace? You actually want to take my life?

Being chased all the way until the point that he was ignited with True Fire, made Mo Beichen decide to get rid of the fish in Perishing Sun Palace first.

"I presume that the Blood-faced Skeleton are deliberately dawdling behind because they want me to get rid of them first before you come here to take advantage of them? Humph, your plan isn't bad, but unfortunately, your hopes have failed!

Although they were wary of the Blood-faced Skeleton's assassins, Mo Beichen did not put those disciples of Perishing Sun Palace in his eyes.

When a group of people behind them arrived, they found Mo Beichen sitting on a rock in front of them, gasping for breath and gasping for breath. She was chewing on a wild fruit that she had picked up from an unknown place, eating it with gusto.

"Disperse, be careful of any tricks!"

Xia Guang Yao ordered his subordinates to search everywhere, afraid that Mo Beichen would play some tricks to make them fall into his ambush.

"Stop looking for me, I'm the only one here. Don't waste your time!"

After a wild fruit was eaten, Mo Beichen took out another one from his chest and started to eat as if there was no one around him.

Seeing him eat so much, the people who were running around couldn't help but gulp down their saliva as well. In an instant, the sound of "gu gu gu" rose one after another, causing them to hate Mo Beichen even more.

Mo Beichen knew that before he killed everyone, the Blood-faced Skeleton would not appear. So he was in no hurry.

"Hey, I say, you guys have been chasing me for two days and two nights now. Do you want to eat something to rest your stomach on and wait for your strength to increase before you kill me?"

With one bite, he bit off a large chunk of fruit flesh. The fruit juice splattered everywhere, causing the eyes of the people around to spew fire, they wanted to snatch the wild fruit from Mo Beichen's hands, then throw it onto the ground and stomp on it.

They were all extremely nervous, but Mo Beichen was not afraid at all. He just kept on chewing and gulping, not putting them in his eyes at all.

"Mo Beichen, you're courting death!"

Pointing his sword at Mo Beichen, Xia Guangyao raged.

Mo Beichen shook his index finger, threw the fruit core in his hand onto's face, then Mo Beichen shook his index finger: "You're wrong, the one who is seeking death is not me, but you two!"

Just as he finished speaking, he transformed into a whirlwind and charged into the crowd in the blink of an eye, starting his slaughter.

His entire body was bathed in lightning. In front of him, there were all kinds of weapons. There was a long sword, a large blade, a dagger, and even a short blade. Everything was ready.

Other than Mo Beichen, almost everyone else held sharp blades in their hands, gaining the upper hand in the battle.

"To enter the white blade empty-handed? "Do you really think that you are made of iron or steel?"

Xia Guangyao laughed coldly, thinking that Mo Beichen was being too arrogant, and was simply courting death!

Seeing enemies everywhere in front of him, Mo Beichen was not in a hurry. He revolved his steel body to the limit, the War Qi in his body suddenly soared up, as though it was endless, his entire body was bathed in the surging Qi.

"Kill!"

A disciple of the eleventh stage War Qi rushed over while roaring. His body was unusually tall, just like an iron tower.

There was already a very powerful force, and the force of the collision was even more violent, increasing several times in the air.

Facing this humanoid beast, Mo Beichen's right hand clenched into a fist. His knuckles seemed to be made of steel, sparkling with gold lightning, and emitted a sizzling sound.

"Die!"

Mo Beichen bellowed, his entire person disappearing from his original position, his fist swung out like lightning, a terrifying force of over ten thousand jin suddenly exploded out.

"Bam!"

This punch landed squarely on the disciple's chest, and the crisp sound of bones breaking resounded.

That robust and aggressive figure that weighed several hundred kilograms was actually sent flying by Mo Beichen's fist. He suddenly stomped on the ground with his back foot, not moving the slightest bit. Under the recoil, he did not even sway a bit.

The brawny guy didn't even have the time to let out a scream in the air. His entire chest was almost smashed apart, his internal organs had already shattered into pieces, he was as dead as he could get.

After killing the enemy with one punch, Mo Beichen did not stop at all. He charged into the group of enemies once again, his fists moving like the wind and his feet like the rain.

Under his brutal onslaught, the entire arena was filled with the splatters of fresh blood. The sound of bones breaking could be heard, followed by miserable shrieks.

Even the strong as a cow wasn't his opponent in a single move, the weak bodies of the warriors were even more so unable to withstand a single blow, and would immediately die if they touched it. The best case scenario was that their arms and legs would be broken.

"F * ck, if I knew that they were trash, I wouldn't have run. I should have pinched them to death!"

Seeing that these people were so careless, Mo Beichen was immediately depressed. They had been chasing him for such a long time, yet they were just a bunch of weak chickens?

"Whoosh!"

A warrior hacked down with his saber. Mo Beichen bent his knees, bent his body, and dodged the attack from a tricky angle. He stuck close to the ground and pounced forward, kicking the warrior's knees.

Along with the increase of his strength, Mo Beichen's speed also greatly increased. Even if he did not use any martial skills that could increase his speed, he wasn't slow in the slightest.

His leg hacked horizontally like a python leaving its lair. Its speed was incomparably fast, to the point that only an afterimage could be seen.

The warrior was alarmed and quickly dodged, but Mo Beichen did not let him go because of that. Instead, he borrowed the force from the ground with both of his feet, his entire body shot up like a cannonball, his palm striking towards the warrior's back.

This ordinary palm contained an endless amount of killing intent. The martial artist didn't manage to dodge in time and was struck squarely in the face. He was thrown forward and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Plop!" With a sound, he fell face first onto the ground, motionless.

With two people killed like lightning, under everyone's panic-stricken gaze, Mo Beichen took the chance and chased.

His entire person leaped up like a great roc, and his pair of iron fists rained down like rain, smashing onto the martial artist closest to him.

That martial artist was still immersed in a great shock just now and hadn't recovered his wits yet. His fists were like raindrops falling on his face. He then woke up from a dream and hurriedly tried to defend himself.

It was just that he was a swordsman in the first place and was only good at using his sword. In close combat, he did not look like a swordsman at all.

Without any suspense, he was struck by Mo Beichen's fists until he spat out blood. His breastbone was fractured, causing him to open his door wide, and the War Qi s that protected his body had long since been scattered.

Seizing the chance, Mo Beichen's left fist shook, the wind from the fist passed through his body and struck right at his heart. As a result, the heart of the warrior at the twelfth stage of the War Qi stopped, and he instantly died.