The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"This is killing violence, swallow it quickly, and you can become a Shura!" Arjun said to Mu Bai.

"Kill poke violence?"

Mu Bai frowned, and immediately used the powerful spiritual power in the ocean of spiritual consciousness to completely push back the evil thoughts from his consciousness, and his body gradually returned to its original appearance.

If you swallow this murderous violence in the state of the dark magic transformation, the consequences will be unimaginable. Once you degenerate into a Shura, you will never be able to have the thinking of a normal person.

Opening his mouth slightly, the floating murderous rage in front of him was swallowed up by Mu Bai in an instant.

In an instant, a horrified and fierce light flashed across Mu Bai's face, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

After devouring the killing violence, Mu Bai fully possessed the ability to transform into a Shura, but he guarded the ocean of spiritual consciousness so that his consciousness would not be disturbed by the killing violence, so he did not immediately become a Shura.

This power can be used when it is a last resort, so Mu Bai will swallow that killing violence.

"He devoured the violence, so he should be able to transform into a Shura, why didn't he react at all?" Donather wondered.

Qing Ming said: "There seems to be a very ancient breath on him that suppresses the killing intent, do you feel it?"

Donather sized up Mu Bai with his powerful divine sense, and said in surprise, "There really is an ancient aura, what is it?"

Qing Ming said: "This kid's background is a bit complicated, we will find out about his background after the trial is over."

……

"What should we do now?"

"That kid can even kill Zhun Shura?"

The prisoners standing on the mountainside were almost scared to death by Mu Bai, and they couldn't run away even if they wanted to, but there was an opponent who was not Mu Bai.

Mu Bai stood quietly on the spot, using extremely powerful mental power to barely get rid of the killing intent, raised his eyes to look at the prisoners on the mountain, his figure rushed towards them like a gust of wind.

There are less than 400 of these prisoners, and they can be freed by killing them all, which is also forced.

……

two hours later.

The battlefield was dead silent.

On the top of Ironthorn Mountain, Mu Bai stood quietly on it, his right hand holding the knife was constantly shaking.

Killed all.

Finally killed the last enemy.

With all the pressure of survival gone from his body, looking down at the entire battlefield, Mu Bai's heart began to feel a little numb.

The despairing eyes of countless prisoners before they died vaguely lingered in his mind, torturing his soul.