My chat group is so weird

It’s bad enough that the output is not as good as this guy’s, but it turns out that his skills are also so amazing.

Is this not allowing people to survive?

In the young master's opinion, even if Mo Wang's current strength is strong, he might be on par with his master.

"The speed is too fast, Mo Wangdu is almost cleaned up."

At this time, Sanbing felt the number of monsters he controlled suddenly decrease, and he frowned.

Although he didn't care about these monsters as miscellaneous soldiers, the monsters were eliminated so quickly that the soldier was still shocked.

"I've said it before, he's very powerful. Even in the entire universe, there are only a handful of people who can defeat him."

At this time, Aha looked at the frowning soldiers and said happily.

Hearing Ah Ha's laughter, an irritated expression appeared on the face of the soldier.

"Since monsters are useless, let those guys take over!"

At this time, Mo Wang, who was dealing with the monster, noticed a bullet transformed from elemental force flying towards him.

Mo Wang casually swatted away the incoming elemental attack and looked in the direction it was coming from. He saw a group of Fatui soldiers staggering towards him, their movements as stiff as puppets.

"The Skirmisher's men?" The young master frowned, his tone filled with disgust. "This guy didn't even spare his own people. How disgusting."

Mo Wang shrugged and sneered, "He's a puppet himself, yet he uses this method to control his subordinates. Isn't he a psychopath?"

He raised his hand to deal with these fools, but just as he was about to move, he suddenly stopped. The young master looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Mo Wang didn't answer, his eyes cold as he pointed behind the Fatui. The Young Master followed his gaze, his expression suddenly changing—behind the Fatui, a group of controlled Thousand Rocks soldiers. Their steps were stiff, their eyes empty, yet they still wore Liyue's standard armor, clearly being forcibly controlled.

"..." Mo Wang was silent for a moment, then sneered, "I take back what I said. This guy is not a psychopath, but he is extremely disgusting and perverted."

At this moment, he only felt extremely irritated.

The fate of [destruction] that had been suppressed began to gradually grow.

The young master frowned and looked at Mo Wang: "What are you going to do? Take direct action? But they are just ordinary people who are being controlled."

To be honest, even the young master finds this situation tricky.

He also knew that among the Fatui, many were just guys who followed orders.

Those people are not bad people at heart.

The young master didn't want to take care of these guys himself.

At this moment, several Fatui suddenly attacked the two.

Seeing this, Mo Wang and Gongzi quickly took care of these guys.

"Aren't you going to take action? Haha, after seeing it's a human, you hesitated to take action?"

At this time, the scattered soldiers who were observing secretly noticed the actions of the two and burst into cold laughter.

"I want to see how you are going to solve this matter."

"That crazy Sanbing..." The young master kicked the unconscious debt collector away and spun the water blade in his palm. "How about I handle it? The Fatui's debt will be settled on me anyway."

"Stand back." Mo Wang suddenly pressed the young master's shoulder, and with his other hand, he drew a black-gold longsword from thin air. The blade vibrated and hummed, and dark purple collapse energy coiled around him like a living thing.

"What is that?" The young master was slightly dazed when he saw the new weapon in Mo Wang's hand.

This sword is different from the previous Heavenly Fire Holy Judgment, giving the young master a more dangerous feeling.

"Jizo-god soul - six paths!"

Where the blade flashed, dozens of shadowy pythons composed of energy roared out, precisely piercing the back of the neck of each controlled individual. Like puppets with their strings cut, the Fatui and the Thousand Rocks fell to the ground in unison, strands of purple puppetry emanating from their necks.

"You...!" The young master widened his eyes.

"I just cut the control link." Mo Wang sheathed his knife, a sneer mingling with the sound of metal clinking. "Compared to that loser who can't even be a puppet, at least I can tell the difference between destruction and rescue."

At this time, the scattered soldiers who were observing secretly frowned.

He clenched his fists tightly and seemed extremely angry.

"That guy actually has such power?"

The soldier stared at Aha, as if he wanted to get an explanation from him.

"Isn't this normal? I've already told you, he's my only dependent."

Faced with Sanbing's questioning, Aha just smiled.

This really made the scattered soldiers very angry.

If he wasn't sure that he couldn't beat Aha, the scattered soldier might have already taken action.

"But where on earth did that kid learn this ability? He can actually cut off my control... Haha, this is getting more and more interesting."

However, in reality, Sanbing didn't know, and Aha herself didn't know how Mo Wang did it.

"These people, are they just like this?"

The young master looked at the Fatui and Qianyan soldiers who were all lying on the ground. He felt as if he had seen something, but also as if he had not seen anything.

The main thing is that all this happened a little too fast.

He even began to doubt what he was doing here.

Is it really necessary for me to come here?

"That guy, I must kill him."

However, what surprised the young master was that Mo Wang did not answer his question, but instead stared ahead with a murderous look on his face.

This guy, why is he suddenly so angry?

The young master was shocked by Mo Wang's attitude. At this moment, he felt from Mo Wang a feeling like a volcano about to erupt.

The desire to destroy everything is about to erupt.

The young master was about to say something else when he suddenly found that the terrifying murderous aura around Mo Wang receded like the tide, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his lazy appearance, as if the rage just now was just an illusion.

"You..." The young master's mouth twitched, "What was that murderous look on your face just now? I almost thought you were going to chop me off too."

Mo Wang glanced at him with disdain: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? What's the use of you? You can't even be a tool."

"Hey!" The young master was so angry that the water blades were spinning in his hands. "It was obviously you who solved it too quickly, okay? I didn't even have a chance to fight back!"

The two were teasing each other when they suddenly stopped at the same time - at the corner of the rock wall in front of them, Keqing and Ye Lan were lying unconscious on the ground, their long purple and blue hair intertwined, and several broken puppet threads were scattered around them.

"What's going on?" Mo Wang squatted down to check, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. "We haven't even arrived yet, so why are they lying here? The skirmishers didn't even control them?"

The young master touched his chin and came over: "Maybe that guy will suddenly show some mercy to women? After all, these two are both beauties..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mo Wang's look as if he was looking at her like she was trash.

"Do you think that puppet has this kind of humanity?" Mo Wang sneered, "He can even scheme against his own mother."

"Uh... that's right." The young master scratched his head awkwardly, then suddenly an idea struck him. "Could it be that because you can break the control, he simply gave up on these two people?"

Well, although this kind of thing still sounds ridiculous, it is much more reliable than the idea of ​​soldiers showing sympathy to women.

"Anyway, let's go over and check on their conditions first." As soon as Mo Wang finished speaking, the air around him suddenly twisted.

Countless purple mists gushed out from under Keqing and Ye Lan, instantly covering an area of ​​ten meters.

"Oh no! This is a trap!"

Mo Wang's pupils suddenly shrank. At the critical moment, he grabbed the back of the young master's collar and threw him out of the fog with all his strength.

The young man rolled in the air and fell seven or eight meters away. Before he could get up, he saw a thick purple mist that completely enveloped Mo Wang.

"What on earth is going on?!" The young master propped himself up and looked at the wriggling purple mist in astonishment.

"What? The trap only caught one?" Skirmisher's voice came from above the rock face. He sat leisurely on a rock protrusion, swinging his legs. "But it doesn't matter. There's only one loser left anyway."

The Young Master instantly entered combat mode, water elements condensing into twin blades in his palms. He stared at the Skirmisher intently: "What did you do to him?"

The skirmisher glanced at the young master with disdain and sneered, "I didn't expect you to side with Liyue. Ha, did those Liyue guys break your legs and make you kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"There's nothing I can do. Liyue is too strong." The young master shrugged and put on a smile, but the water blade in his hand was secretly adjusting its angle. "If I don't do this, I'm afraid I'll be stuck there forever."

"You've actually knelt down and begged for mercy before the enemy. You've completely lost your dignity as a fool." The soldier's smile grew increasingly sinister. "You're truly a disgrace to me."

The young master suddenly lowered his weight, crossing his water blades in front of him. "The other six nations are not our enemies. From the beginning, the Queen's orders to us have been to find a way to obtain the Heart of God." His voice grew colder. "As for the dignity of the Fatui... Ha, you, a traitor, have no right to criticize me."

The soldier's expression suddenly darkened.

"Since you're no longer an executive officer of the Fatui," the Young Master's water blade began to vibrate at a high frequency, "I have no choice but to kill you here." A savage smile curved his lips. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"How dare you say that," the soldier slowly stood up, violent lightning elements exploding around him. "You're just a brat in the last place, and you dare to challenge me, the sixth place?"

Two completely different elemental forces collided in the air, bursting out with dazzling light.

At the moment when the Young Master's water blade collided with the Sanbing's sword, the Young Master kept saying to the Sanbing, "Haha, I heard that you are actually an old antique? How shameful! You are so old, but you still act like a child? I heard that you are also a puppet? No wonder you like to control others so much, you are a psychopath, right?"

As the soldier listened to the young master's words, his expression grew increasingly ferocious as he said, "Your words are still so harsh! Today, I will make sure you are speechless." In an instant, the soldier's elemental power surged, and he directly repelled the young master.

The young master was knocked back several steps by the lightning, his boot soles scraping two scorch marks on the rock. He shook his numb wrist, but his grin widened even further: "Oh, old antique, are you angry? Did I hit a sore spot?"

The lightning element around Sanbing suddenly took on an eerie purple-black hue, and the sky darkened suddenly. He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the young master condescendingly: "You last-place brat... you have no idea what you're up against."

"Isn't it just a broken doll that's lived for hundreds of years—" The young master suddenly jumped up, and the lightning blade drew three intersecting arcs of light, "Why are you pretending to be so powerful!"

The soldier's expression was completely distorted. Lightning exploded around him, and even the air began to tremble. "That mouth of yours... today I'm going to tear it apart!"

"Come on!" The young master laughed wildly, and the water blade suddenly burst into a dazzling lightning. "I'll show you how powerful the last one is!"

The lightning element condensed into a pair of blades in his palms, and he turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed straight towards the soldier. However, the soldier just sneered and waved his hand -

"boom!"

The moment the two lightning elements collided, the young master's lightning blade disappeared like a drop in the ocean, completely absorbed by the scattered soldier. Even more terrifying, the lightning on the scattered soldier's body suddenly took on a strange purple hue, its power skyrocketing several times and backfired.

"What?!" The young master hastily switched back to the water element to block, but was still sent flying over ten meters away, slamming heavily into the rock wall. He coughed up blood and looked up in disbelief: "When did you..."

"Playing with thunder in front of my Thunder Elemental?" The Skirmisher slowly descended, purple mist seeping out of his body. "How foolish!"

The young master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes brightening with fighting spirit: "Interesting... It seems that joining that demon god has made you a lot stronger?"

"Shut up!" The soldier suddenly flew into a rage, and the purple lightning turned into a giant palm and slapped down, "What do you know!"

The young master rolled to avoid the blow, and a three-meter-diameter crater was blasted out of the ground. He was startled: This power... Has this guy really become this strong?

"What's wrong? All you can do is hide?" The soldier grinned, his hands open, countless lightning spears forming behind him. "Where's your arrogance from before?"

"Heh..." The young master suddenly laughed, and water elements formed a vortex around him. "You know what? What I hate most is people like you—"

The water vortex suddenly expanded, swallowing up all the attacking lightning spears.

"——An old bastard who takes advantage of his age to put on airs!"

Before he could finish his words, the young master had already rushed in front of the skirmisher, his water blade aimed straight at his throat. The skirmisher tried to block it hastily, but was forced back several steps by the attack.

"Looking for death!" Sanbing was completely enraged. Purple mist suddenly gushed out from all his orifices, and his aura soared again. Lightning transformed into substantial armor covering his entire body, and even his pupils turned a strange purple-black.

The young master's pupils shrank: This is... the power of that demon god?!

"Now, let me show you the true difference." The soldier's voice grew deep and hoarse, as if countless voices were speaking simultaneously. He slowly raised his hand, and the lightning elements within a hundred-meter radius instantly went berserk.

"Boom—"

Countless lightning bolts rained down from the sky, and the entire cave began to tremble violently. The young master struggled to hold on within the water curtain, secretly fearing, "This time, I'm afraid I'm doomed."

Just as he was about to give up, the purple mist that had originally enveloped Mo Wang suddenly exploded.

An unimaginable violent force now spread throughout the entire Guyun Pavilion.

At this moment, even Zhongli and others who were far away in Liyue Harbor felt this violent force.

"Is this power Mo Wang?"

Everyone looked in the distance in disbelief and found that the clouds above the Solitary Cloud Pavilion had been pierced.

"Scrap! You're looking for death!"

Mo Wang walked out of the fog with his hair standing on end with anger, and his whole body was enveloped in a strong aura of destruction.

In the eyes of the young master and the scattered soldiers, Mo Wang at this moment was like a Shura.

Chapter 382: The Angry Yellow Hair Would Not Dream of a Crazy Stupid Sister

The moment Mo Wang was dragged into the trap by the scattered soldiers, the world in front of him turned pitch black.

After realizing that he had fallen into a trap, his inner irritation continued to intensify.

The fate of [destruction] was now beginning to advance deep in his heart.