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"Attack them all! Kill them!!"

Xiao Tusi's voice was hoarse, like that of a demon.

The other seven priests, excluding the chief priest, exchanged glances, and in the end, the second priest was the first to rush out.

"Eighth Brother, Ninth Brother, you two go hold off the other one, the rest of you follow me and kill them!"

The Second Elder was also a rather burly and tough-looking man. With a roar, he drew his long sword from his waist and unleashed his full power as a late-stage sixth-order cultivator.

The other six retainers followed closely behind. They split into two groups: two people each attacked Lu Zongsong, while the other four, along with the second retainer, attacked Muyang.

Only the Grand Elder did not follow. He merely wore a serious expression and wandered around Mu Yang's vicinity, seemingly searching for a weakness.

In an instant, all sorts of internal energy and weapons attacked from different directions.

Mu Yang raised his eyes and scanned the area. After confirming the location of the attackers, he ruthlessly swung his black gold four-sided mace.

"clang--!!"

With a loud bang, Mu Yang easily blocked the long sword swung by the second elder.

"What incredible strength!"

The two worshippers were secretly alarmed.

Wang Cheng's recent experience had already made him realize that Mu Yang was quite strong, but only after personally experiencing it did he discover that it was not just quite strong, it was ridiculously strong.

His angry strike, delivered with both hands holding a knife, fell from mid-air, yet the opponent blocked it with a single hand, and judging from his expression, it seemed to have been effortless.

If he were alone, he would likely follow in Wang Cheng's footsteps, but now...

"Whoosh—!"

Just as Mu Yang blocked the Second Elder's knife with his black gold four-sided mace, a sound of air being cut suddenly rang out from Mu Yang's left side.

It was a woman holding a long spear.

Her face was plain, her muscles bulged, and the dark spear tip extended from her arm to Mu Yang's brow.

This is Yu Shu, one of the five honorifics of Medicine King Valley, a mid-stage martial artist who has opened up the five major body acupoints.

"A great opportunity!"

As the Fifth Master's spear came hurtling towards him, the Second Master was overjoyed.

He hadn't expected to be able to kill Mu Yang; their tactic was to rely on numbers to defeat fewer people.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands. No matter how strong Mu Yang was, all he could use was a long mace.

Currently, Mu Yang's long mace is being restrained by his own long mace; even if the opponent is strong enough, it's impossible for him to catch Yu Shu's spear with his bare hands...

"Bang!!"

Before the second retainer could even feel a moment of joy, the scene that unfolded the next second made his eyes widen in disbelief.

Facing the whistling spear, Mu Yang not only did not dodge, but instead raised his left hand to meet the incoming spear.

Before everyone's incredulous eyes, the extremely sharp spear tip was firmly grasped by Mu Yang's bare hands, freezing Yu Shu in mid-air as well.

"A sneak attack?"

Mu Yang's lips curled up, and he moved both arms in unison.

Before he could recover, the Second Elder felt a tremendous force coming from the hilt of his sword, which made his arm go numb, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down between his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, his sixth-order longsword shattered inch by inch under this immense force.

"call--!!"

A sudden gust of wind blew into the ears of the two priests.

It turned out that after Mu Yang shattered the long sword in his hand, the black gold four-sided mace in his hand still lashed violently toward his head.

The second elder tried to dodge, but couldn't at all, and could only watch helplessly as the dark gold mace came flying at him.

*Smack!*

Second offering, death!

Witnessing the deaths of the two elders, the people of Medicine King Valley had no time to grieve.

Because at almost the same time, the other five offerings, Yu Shu, also fell into Mu Yang's hands.

Just then, Mu Yang gripped the spear tip with his left hand, and with a sudden burst of strength, he forcefully pulled the spear from Yu Shu's hand.

The excessive force even caused the skin on Yu Shu's palms, which were gripping the gun barrel tightly, to crack.

The gun barrel was stained with streaks of blood.

That wasn't the end of it. Yu Shu, who had been pulled and stumbled, lost her balance and was forced to fall towards Mu Yang.

Unfortunately, she was not greeted by the warm embrace of a noble young master, but by Mu Yang's burning palm.

"Snap—!!"

Mu Yang gripped Yu Shu's not-so-slender neck tightly in his palm. With a crisp crack, the neck shattered, and a head with its eyes wide open rolled to the ground.

The fifth offering was made, and he died!

No sooner said than done, from the second offering to the coordination of the five offerings, only a few breaths had passed in total.

Seeing the once-renowned offering vanish in an instant, the disciples of Medicine King Valley felt even more terrified.

"Boy, you've got to die!"

Just then, the three guards who had been watching from the sidelines, after a brief moment of hesitation, immediately drew their swords and attacked.

Three longswords of different styles gleamed with a chilling light as Mu Yang took a step forward.

Amidst the cracking ground and flying debris, Mu Yang's figure flashed, appearing like a ghost beside one of the worshippers.

A clenched left hand with all five fingers is a powerful punch.

"Bang--!!"

A fist smashed into one of the men's chest.

His chest caved in instantly, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were shattered into a pulp.

As blood gushed out, his body collapsed to the ground.

The third offering was lost!

Mu Yang didn't stop. Almost the instant he threw a punch, he knew his opponent would die, so he twisted his waist on the spot and threw a backhand mace.

*Smack!*

Another offering's head has been blown open.

At the same time, Mu Yang reached out with his left hand again, his slender fingers seemingly predicting the future, landing precisely on the face of the last person.

The large palm, like a hanging curtain, covered the man's eyes, and darkness instantly enveloped the last worshipper.

Mu Yang gave the other party no time to react, and instantly exerted force with his five fingers.

"Snap—!!"

The man's head was crushed like a water balloon.

Blood splattered, staining Mu Yang's dark black outfit red.

A few breaths later, all five guards were dead!

It was midday, the sun was high in the sky, but the disciples of Medicine King Valley felt their limbs were ice cold, their faces were pale, and they were trembling like leaves.

Some even collapsed to the ground, with warm, foul-smelling liquid flowing between their groins.

"Whoosh—!"

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew past Mu Yang's ear, and he suddenly turned around.

Suddenly, the high priest, who had been keeping his distance, pulled out a short sword and thrust it straight into his heart.

As one of only three people in Medicine King Valley to possess superior-grade true qi, his achievements today are due not only to his exceptional talent but also to his composure and caution.

Even though several of his long-time retainers had died before his eyes, his heart remained calm and his sharp eyes were fixed on Mu Yang, searching for his weakness.

Finally, when Mu Yang killed the last of the Seventh Elders, he discovered the flaw.

So he immediately activated his movement technique, unleashing all his true energy and channeling it into the short sword in his hand.

A single, decisive blow to the throat!

"Whoosh—!!"

The Grand Elder moved like lightning, rushing out in an instant, so fast that he left only a blur in the air.

This was the full-force attack of a sixth-tier martial artist at the peak of their cultivation, and this was from a sixth-tier martial artist who had cultivated superior-grade true qi.

The force was so great that even a sixth-tier demon would be severely injured if it were hit by it.

Once a vital point is struck, even a powerful monster will die instantly.

Even if Mu Yang reacted, at this distance, it would be impossible for him to dodge.

However, whether it was the Grand Elder's imagination or not, he always felt that Mu Yang did not seem to have any intention of dodging when he attacked.

Never mind, as long as this move hits, no matter how strong he is, it won't make a difference.

However, the next second, he felt his worldview begin to crumble.