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"Old Du, hold on! Buy me a minute, and I'll take care of this kid. We'll split the spoils!"

Mo Duanhun was also cunning. He saw that Kui Wu only had a slight advantage over Du Laogui, unlike that fat pig from before, who almost completely dominated Huang Lingtian.

He was also prepared to take a gamble, letting Old Man Du buy time while he went to kill Qin Yu.

Mo Duanhun possessed the cultivation of a Martial God, while Qin Yu was only at the peak of a Martial Saint; in his view, the gap was still quite large.

"Zhu Zhen, your mission is complete. Go and rest."

After Qin Yu finished speaking calmly, the Nine Dragons Sword appeared in his hand, shimmering with a faint golden light, clearly not an ordinary item.

"Damn, this guy's cultivation level isn't high, but he has a lot of good stuff."

"Let's go together!"

Encouraged by Mo Duanhun, the remaining people could no longer restrain themselves and took out their weapons to surround Qin Yu.

"Blood Demon."

Qin Yu gave a soft shout, and a huge phantom of a blood dragon appeared behind him, looking at the group of people who were attacking Qin Yu with cold eyes.

"Fuck."

Mo Duanhun was startled; most people had never seen such a sight. But driven by greed, he still swung his Soul-Severing Blade and charged towards Qin Yu.

In his view, no matter how many tricks Qin Yu had up his sleeve, his cultivation level was what it was, and the gap in their realms simply couldn't be bridged by magic weapons.

Mo Duanhun's swordsmanship followed a wild and unrestrained approach, with layers of white sword energy sweeping towards Qin Yu like a tidal wave.

Sand and stones flew everywhere, and the air was filled with whistling sounds, showing that the God of War's move was extraordinary.

In fact, Qin Yu's greatest advantage right now is his identity as a cultivator, not his peak Martial Saint cultivation level.

If it really came down to a head-on confrontation, he was indeed no match for Mo Duanhun.

Qin Yu lightly leaped onto the Nine Dragon Sword, soaring into the air, causing Mo Duanhun's ferocious combo of consecutive sword strikes to miss its target.

"Is he a cultivator?"

Many people were stunned again.

"It seems like I'm only at the Foundation Establishment stage, there's nothing to be proud of!"

"Fuck him!"

A group of people started shouting again, including some cultivators who chased after them on flying swords.

"Go down!"

Qin Yu suddenly flipped his wrist, and the Demon Suppression Stele appeared. It looked like a broken stone tablet, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

Without warning, it struck the cultivator who had caught up with it.

The opponent's sword energy was neutralized by the Purple Sun Divine Armor the moment it touched Qin Yu.

In other words, Qin Yu was completely unharmed, while this unlucky cultivator was smashed by the Demon-Suppressing Stele and fell off the flying sword.

"Uh"

Martial artists with lower cultivation levels are in an awkward position; they can only jump around on the ground and have no way to fly that high.

Only those who reach the Martial God Realm can fly.

"Damn it, who do you think you are, someone who can't fly?"

Mo Duanhun bent his knees slightly and flew into the air like a cannonball, brandishing his heavy sword as he lunged at Qin Yu.

On the ground, Old Man Du controlled thirteen silver needles, each about fifty centimeters long, and continued to fight Kui Wu.

The Yin-Yang Thirteen Needles technique is Old Master Du's most treasured secret skill.

Thirteen silver needles, like flying swords, surrounded Kui Wu. The sharp tips of the needles exuded a terrifying aura, and if one's defense was insufficient, one would be pierced through the heart.

"Mo Duanhun, is it? Actually, I also like close combat." Qin Yu stepped on his flying sword and took the initiative to meet him. With the blessing of the Blood Dragon, Qin Yu's combat power barely reached the early stage of Martial God.

"boom"

Mo Duanhun's swordsmanship was indeed amazing. After knocking aside Qin Yu's Nine Dragons Sword, he slashed at Qin Yu's shoulder.

Mo Duanhun was secretly delighted. This kid was doomed. With this strike, his entire arm would be chopped off.

However, Mo Duanhun soon realized that his strike seemed to have hit a piece of cowhide; the blade was stuck and could hardly advance an inch.

Based on his combat strength, it would be quite difficult for him to break through the defense of the Purple Sun Divine Armor.

"field!"

Qin Yu had been waiting for Mo Duanhun to be momentarily stunned, and suddenly unleashed his domain. Although it could only control the opponent for a few seconds, it was enough for a master.

Instantly, a sense of terror rose in Mo Duanhun's heart. He could no longer sense any energy within a radius of several meters.

It's as if they've become blind and deaf.

It seemed as if his entire body was sinking into a swamp, making it impossible for him to even pull the precious sword back from Qin Yu's shoulder.

Qin Yu has now barely reached the combat power of the early stage of Martial God. He can still control another Martial God with his domain without much pressure.

It would be quite difficult to use a domain to control a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

For a domain to be effective, the difference in cultivation level cannot be too great. Otherwise, if someone breaks your domain, the backlash will be enough to disrupt your meridians.

bang bang
Qin Yu unleashed a brutal beating on Mo Duanhun. An ordinary boxer can throw several punches per second, let alone someone at Qin Yu's current level, who can easily throw dozens of punches per second.

Mo Duanhun felt like a sandbag being held in place, powerless to fight back.

I could clearly hear the sound of my bones breaking.

In just a few seconds, he took over a hundred punches, and almost all the bones in his body were broken. This was only because Qin Yu had shown mercy; otherwise, a single sword strike through his heart would have solved everything.

Fortunately, those few dark seconds finally came to an end.

Mo Duanhun felt his body lighten and regained control. The first thing he did was to shout at the top of his lungs, "Old Ghost Du, help me! I'm about to be beaten to death!"

Du Laogui was so engrossed in Kui Wu's pursuit that he didn't notice what was happening in mid-air.

Upon closer inspection, the burly Mo Duanhun fell straight down from the sky like a tattered sack.

Almost all of my bones are broken; I can't even move a finger.

However, the God of War has an extremely strong recovery ability; he can recover after lying in bed for a year or two.

In other words, Qin Yu only wanted to teach him a lesson; otherwise, he would have killed him directly after controlling him with his domain.

Qin Yu has already offended quite a few people and doesn't want to go on a killing spree and make enemies on all sides.

"Old ghost, now it's my turn."

Kui Wu had been distracted by Qin Yu's fight, and seeing Qin Yu's complete victory, he had no more worries.

A black light flashed, and it transformed into a burly man with a minotaur's head and a human body.

A pair of enormous fists, like pile drivers, relentlessly attacked Old Man Du.

Old Ghost Du was already a bit weaker than Kui Wu, and with Mo Duanhun being dealt with by Qin Yu, he was already feeling fear.

Before he knew it, Kui Wu broke through his defenses and delivered a powerful punch to Du Laogui's chin.

click
Old Ghost Du's jaw shattered, and his body flew backward. Just as he landed on the ground, Kui Wu stomped on his chest: "Old Ghost, you lost!"

"Okay, the game is over."

Qin Yu snapped his fingers and landed back on the ground.

Looking at the defeated army before him with his hands behind his back, he slowly said, "Leave your storage ring, and you can get lost!" (End of Chapter)