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Everyone looked at Zhao Soong stiffly.

It didn't matter if Mu Shaojun wanted to die. They didn't want to die, and even more so, they didn't want to die because of the foolish act of a fool.

"You are the first person who dares to speak to me in such a manner after hearing my name. I admire your backbone, so I will make you wish you were dead." Zhao Soong stared at Mu Shaojun. Although no one could tell whether he was happy or angry, the chill that gradually appeared in his eyes allowed everyone to understand that this was a rage that could only be quelled by using one's life.

"Let's castrate him first and let him know the cost of saving a beauty in front of me." Zhao Soong sneered.

Suddenly, six figures appeared behind him and rushed towards Mu Shaojun.

These people were not weak, all of them had the strength of the Bright martial cultivator, which showed just how powerful the Qiushan Chamber was.

"Kid, offending Young Master Song is your end." The leader shouted and raised his foot to kick Mu Shaojun in the groin. His speed was surprisingly fast. Seeing that these people had made their move, those rich kids finally understood the difference.

They were both people who fought for their fathers, but there was also a difference between their fathers.

In front of the president of Qiushan Chamber, Zhao Qiu, even if they added up all their energy, they would still be like ants in front of him.

The six of them kicked at Mu Shaojun at the same time. Just seeing these people raise their feet, many of them felt a chill down their crotch.

"You're courting death."

Just as the six of them raised their feet and kicked over, Mu Shaojun coldly yelled and threw out a punch.

In the past, when they were on River City, even Three Great Ancestors together wouldn't be able to block one of his punches.

Against these six people, Mu Shaojun didn't need to use 10% of his power.

"Bam."

The space trembled slightly. Everyone saw six figures fly out and land beside Zhao Soong's feet.

Seeing that, everyone widened their eyes and looked at Mu Shaojun in disbelief.

Feng Fei'er also looked at Mu Shaojun in shock.

"I didn't expect you to be a martial cultivator." Zhao Soong narrowed his eyes and stared at Mu Shaojun as he spoke.

"I've changed my mind. Now, I'll give you a chance. Kneel in front of me and kowtow three times. From now on, follow me." Zhao Soong spoke slowly with a proud expression on his face. It was as if Mu Shaojun kneeling to him was a matter of course.

After saying that, Zhao Soong glanced at Mu Yunhua, Zhang Ke and the others and said, "Although it's only my dog, it's still better than these people who can't even be compared to dogs."

When Mu Yunhua, Zhang Ke and the others heard this, they couldn't help but clench their fists. Which one of them wasn't a young master who grew up with a silver spoon? When had they ever been compared to dogs before?

However, in front of Zhao Soong, they did not even have the courage to wave their fists.

"Ten breaths of time is over. You won't have the chance." Mu Shaojun said lightly.

"I'll stand here and see how you'll kill me." Zhao Soong laughed in disdain. Following that, a sturdy middle-aged man walked out from beside him. His blood was vigorous and his bulging muscles gave off an enormous pressure.

"This is your confidence?" Mu Shaojun said in disdain. He could tell from a glance that the middle-aged man was a Inner Strength Expert, and an expert of the middle stage of the inner strength.

Such an expert could be said to be able to dominate Ningdu. After all, Ye Tai, who was ranked first in Ningdu, was only at the middle stage of the inner strength.

Unfortunately, the one he met was Mu Shaojun.

"Kill!" Mu Shaojun spoke once again. He did not waste any more words. Although his voice was soft, everyone was able to feel a boundless killing intent.

In only an instant, the face of the middle-aged man in front of Zhao Soong changed and he had a face of shock. He could feel a strong killing intent locking onto him, making him unable to move at all.

One must know that he was an expert at the middle stage of the inner strength. Even a Internal Strength Perfection expert would not be able to do such a thing.

As he thought of this, the middle-aged man's eyes widened in shock. He suddenly realized that the youth in front of him was actually a grandmaster.

For a grandmaster at your age, he only knows you.

At this moment, he knew that Zhao Soong had kicked an iron plate.

Mu Shaojun raised his hand and slashed out a wind blade. Zhao Soong, who was standing beside the middle-aged man, had a face full of confidence. Before he could even react, he was cut apart by the wind blade.

"Thud."

The head fell onto the ground, leaving the entire audience in complete silence.

Everyone looked at Mu Shaojun in disbelief.

He was really dead.

This was Zhao Soong, the son of Qiushan Chamber President Zhao Qiu.

The middle-aged man stood there and he was covered in cold sweat. The moment Zhao Soong's head fell, he had a feeling that as long as Mu Shaojun was willing, his head would fall along with Zhao Soong's.

"You really killed Zhao Soong." Seeing Zhao Soong's head fall to the ground, Feng Fei'er finally reacted. She stared at Mu Shaojun, unable to put her finger on it.

Earlier, when Mu Shaojun spoke, who would believe that Mu Shaojun would really dare to kill Zhao Soong? Who would believe that Mu Shaojun had the ability to kill Zhao Soong?

However, Mu Shaojun was right in front of them. He was attacking as he pleased, killing as he wished.

"Why aren't you guys getting lost?" Mu Shaojun didn't answer Feng Fei'er, but looked at the middle-aged man and the others.

"You killed the junior chairman, you are courting death." A person behind the middle-aged man said.

"Shut up." Before Mu Shaojun could say anything, the middle-aged man in front scolded him.

"We're going to get lost." At that instant, he felt a sharp killing intent. He knew that if they did not leave now, the young man in front of them would probably kill them all here.

The middle-aged man led the group away, yet his heart was unable to remain calm.

"Wait a moment." At this moment, Mu Shaojun's voice rang out, causing his heart to tremble.

"Take the body away." Mu Shaojun said lightly.

The middle-aged man quickly ordered his men to move the corpses.

After the middle-aged man and the others left, the gazes that everyone looked at Mu Shaojun with changed and they were filled with fear.

"Do you know who you killed?" Zhang Ke and Mu Yunhua both looked at Mu Shaojun.

"That's the son of the Qiushan Chamber's president, and moreover, the successor to the Qiushan Chamber. Do you know how big of an influence the Qiushan Chamber has? You want to court death, but don't implicate us. " Zhang Ke said.

Feng Fei'er, who was beside Mu Shaojun, frowned.

"Zhang Ke, if it wasn't for him just now, your hand would have been chopped off. It's fine if you don't feel grateful, but why are you still an ungrateful person?" Feng Fei'er said angrily.

"I need his help." Zhang Ke snorted coldly. He didn't have the slightest bit of gratitude in his heart.

"Since that's the case, I'll return your hand to him." Mu Shaojun said.

Zhang Ke's expression changed: "What are you doing?"

"Your hand was supposed to be chopped off, and so was mine." Mu Shaojun spoke and did not give Zhang Ke any more chances. He raised his hand and slashed out a wind blade that directly cut off Zhang Ke's arm.