Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Jiang Mo looked pleased, and his right hand, which was hanging down, began to gradually exude blue-white Qi.

The moment he activated his profound skill, his flesh and blood resonated with his vital energy, rising in a straight line. His five senses and strength reached an almost terrifying level.

"Who among us isn't your senior?"

The old man with the goat beard sneered, his expression full of contempt: "I thought I could ambush most of your disciples, but it turns out you're just two brats spouting nonsense."

"If that's the case, then prepare to die!"

The two sides are at war with each other, and the war is about to break out.

Jiang Mo raised his hand first, and the surrounding void trembled.

The ground began to crack, and streams of white energy sprouted wildly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, instantly extending into the sky and converging to form a cage.

The barrier was intense and sturdy, sealing everyone inside.

"No! What is this?"

The old man with the goatee was speechless, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints in shock, as if he were recalling something terrifying.

"It's a scam!"

Everyone was shocked, not expecting the other party to so easily set up a barrier in the wilderness, trapping all the Quanxing experts.

What confidence this shows! They're not afraid of the life-or-death battle ahead. Just how terrifying is their strength?

"Wow——!"

While the villains were still in shock, the blue and white energy surrounding Jiang Mo flowed and condensed, transforming into a massive battle axe.

Nearly ten feet long, with an exaggerated shape and a thick axe blade, it resembled a divine weapon, exuding a sharp aura that almost froze the space around it.

"!!!"

Both the old man with the goat beard and the young man carrying the guzheng looked extremely grim in an instant.

"At his age, how could he possibly possess such an aura!"

That battle axe, brimming with pure, blazing energy, sent shivers down their spines. The aura of death they sensed was like a tsunami sweeping across the land, cruelly assaulting them. Anyone who were hit by it would likely be turned into mincemeat on the spot.

When did such a freak emerge from the Trinity School?!

The ability to manipulate Qi into objects is so powerful that even a single battle axe, in terms of the quantity of Qi, fills everyone with despair.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Mo, Lu Jin's white hair was in turmoil as he unleashed the power of reverse growth to its maximum, with some of his vital organs exhibiting a state of Qi transformation.

He slowly spread his arms out in an offensive and defensive stance, resembling someone guarding the sun and gazing at the moon, while chanting:

"Uncle-Master, please leave one or two alive so we can question them."

Even with powerful enemies surrounding him, one of the three demons of Quanxing appearing, one of the six evils arriving, and more than ten experts present, Lu Jin remained fearless.

"Okay, keep an eye on things for me."

Jiang Mo gripped his battle axe tightly, took a step forward, his eyes like a giant sun, his aura like a mountain, overwhelming the entire arena.

The old man with the goat beard had never felt such terror before. His skin tingled faintly, a sign that death was imminent.

He was furious, refusing to believe that the young man before him could cause any trouble, and shouted, "Attack him together and kill him!"

"Boom!"

The serpentine bone staff was grasped by the old man's withered right hand. Dense purple energy dispersed like mist, and the sound of war drums echoed. One after another, soldiers wearing rotten ancient armor and holding weapons appeared in the dark mist.

At the same time, the young man carrying the guzheng, with his jade-like fingers, plucked the strings rapidly, causing the air to vibrate. A dense barrage of slashes, forming a chaotic web, attacked Jiang Mo.

"boom!!!"

Nearly a hundred invisible sonic slashes pierced through Jiang Mo's eyes and throat, striking the white barrier behind him and creating slight ripples.

In an instant, the entire venue fell into dead silence.

Was it successful?

In their expectant gazes, the wound that should have been dripping with blood was instead filled with nothing but wisps of white vapor.

"It's time to send you on your way."

Jiang Mo locked his gaze on the eighteen figures, dragging his battle axe, and with lightning speed, leaped into the air, carrying the power to shatter mountains, and fell onto the battlefield like a meteor.

"kill--!"

A cold shout rang out, and Jiang Mo was unstoppable.

His figure was wild and unrestrained. With a single axe strike, the air exploded, creating a deafening roar that blasted the ancient warriors who tried to stop him, along with dozens of rotting soldiers, into dust.

"Pfft!!"

The old man with the goat beard's eyes snapped open as unimaginable pain surged from his internal organs, penetrating deep into his soul, causing him to vomit blood uncontrollably.

He knelt on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, all the corpse puppets he had created were wiped out.

A sharp, melodious zither tune rang out, and layers of jade-green barriers appeared, attempting to continue resisting.

"You dare stop me?"

Jiang Mo's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the strength in his right wrist suddenly surged. He cleaved with all his might, and the axe light, accompanied by a deafening roar that ripped through the void, struck, shattering the barrier instantly.

"call out-!"

Han Ming, one of the Six Evils, was tense all over, his mind reeling as if struck by lightning. He tried to leave, but it was too late.

"boom!!!"

The massive axe blade slammed into his head, then smashed into his feet, splattering blood and shattering the zither into dust. He exploded into a pile of minced meat.

This cruel and domineering scene made the rest of the Quanxing Sect turn pale and tremble all over.

Chapter 29 Aesthetics of Violence

The rotting blood flowed silently at Jiang Mo's feet. His white hair was as white as snow, and he held a battle axe. Wherever his gaze passed, the ferocious beasts retreated.

With just this one blow, Han Ming, one of the Six Evils of Quanxing, perished on the spot!

It should be noted that among this group of ambushers, in terms of strength, apart from the old man with the goat beard who mainly focuses on weapon crafting, no one can surpass him.

Without even a cry of pain, it was blasted into a deep pit and never heard again.

The spiderweb-like cracks, dense and exaggerated, stretched for dozens of meters, making the burly man's heart tremble with fear, and he almost ran away first.

"call out--!"

While they hesitated, Jiang Mo gripped his battle axe again, his body moving like a streak of light as he swept into the midst of the ferocious beasts.

"Do not!!!"

No matter how much the man pleaded, all he received was an axe blow imbued with violent aesthetics.

"boom!!"

The axe blade slashed horizontally, tearing open the burly man's chest.

His proud external martial arts skills, even with a fleeting glimpse of pale golden light, were no match for the "Golden Bell Cover," a martial arts masterpiece.

A burst of blood erupted, and the brutal axe strike shattered the burly man's body into hundreds of pieces.

Blood rained down as Jiang Mo strode in, dragging his battle axe, like a tiger among sheep.

Witnessing this, some people retreated and began to flee, using various methods to bombard the white barrier, but to no avail.

"Who...are you?"

The old man with the goat beard was extremely wary and dared not stay in place. He summoned several puppets made of fine iron and brass to block the way.

He retreated violently, contracting his abdomen as he did so, and the boiling poison mixed with the silver needles was suddenly expelled by him like a torrential rain.

Jiang Mo resembled a ghost, light yet swift, each step covering dozens of meters to avoid hidden weapons.

Those metal puppets, forged day and night, moved clumsily and were chopped into scrap by a single axe blow, emitting a piercing metallic clang.

"boom!!!"

The gap in strength between the two sides was like an insurmountable chasm, showing a one-sided trend. Jiang Mo dragged his battle axe and smashed one fragile body after another.

No matter how intense the Quanxing's cries of terror and anguish were, they could not stop him from moving forward.

The bloodstains piled up on the ground, growing larger and larger, and the morale of more than ten people had collapsed due to the killing.

Soon, the old man with the goat beard, exhausted from the melee, was driven to the brink of despair.

Faced with the oncoming giant axe, his hair stood on end. He immediately bit his tongue, burned his lifespan, and used a forbidden secret technique to wield a snake bone staff. A strange dark mist spread out, like a giant beast with its blood-red maw wide open, colliding with it!

"boom!"

The ground shook violently, and with a single blow, the soil collapsed inward, sending fragments flying. The jagged cracks almost tore the already crumbling ground apart.

When the smoke and black fog dissipated, the old man with the goat beard hid not far away, still in shock and breathing heavily.

Half of his body was emaciated and covered in blood. His left arm had been shot off, but at the last moment, he somehow managed to avoid a fatal blow.

Jiang Mo looked around and found that there were still six Quanxing members alive. Among them, the martial artist wearing the ghost mask and the old man with the goat beard was the strongest. The others were okay, but they were still a step or two behind.

Considering the need to spare lives, he ultimately decided to kill all five.

Immediately afterwards, the barrier roared violently and, under Jiang Mo's control, began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"!"

The six Quanxing members were helpless and could only watch as death approached, drawing ever closer to the young man wielding the giant axe.

In desperation, some people disregarded everything, turned around to face the blazing barrier, endured the intense heat that could scorch flesh and blood, and tried to cross this white prison. However, they were burned to pieces, their bodies turning into silvery-white specks of light, gradually becoming transparent and dissipating.

The masked warrior was desperate. His eyes flashed as he stared at Lu Jin, hoping to seize a sliver of hope.

"Are you distracted in my presence?"

Jiang Mo discerned his intentions and took the initiative to attack, his figure twisting and disappearing.

The surrounding space and time seemed to stand still or move at a snail's pace in that instant.

What appeared in the masked warrior's vision was a scene that horrified him.

The white-haired, black-clad youth instantly appeared before him. His expression was indifferent as he raised his left hand, striking towards his own chest, as if a celestial being had delivered a punishment.

With no way to avoid it, the masked warrior gritted his teeth in refusal. Even knowing the consequences, he still went all out and threw a punch at the opponent.

"boom!!"

He couldn't touch the perfectly transformed Qi body at all; instead, his chest was struck head-on by a large, jade-like hand with a short, sharp force.

"Pfft!!"

Blood gushed forth like a spring, and immense force was unleashed wantonly, brutally shattering bones, tendons, and flesh.

In the moments before his death, the masked warrior's eyes were filled with boundless hatred, as if he harbored some immense resentment.

"Oh!"

Jiang Mo raised his hand like lightning, and with one axe stroke, he sent the man's soul to his death.

Four people remained alive, gazing at the figure standing at the center of the barrier, utterly despondent.

"Shh!"

Jiang Mo gathered his Qi once more, and three thick, silvery chains soared into the air, sweeping past and severely injuring the people in front of him.

He then gestured for Lu Jin to step forward and resolve the matter, before turning and walking toward the old man with the goat beard in the corner.

One step, two steps, and he easily arrived in front of the Quanxing demon.

"Huff...huff...huff huff huff!!"

The old man's face was deathly pale, his thin, bony chest heaving violently, and he dared not meet Jiang Mo's gaze.

Even though he was nearly seventy years old, had spent half his life wandering the martial world, had seen all kinds of masters from both the righteous and evil paths, and had been in danger many times, he had never been as disheveled as he was today.

Just looking at that fierce aura that was almost as powerful as Chi Yan's, the old man with the goat beard didn't even have the slightest thought of resisting. His intuition told him that the other party could kill him in the blink of an eye.

In the old man's terrified eyes, Jiang Mo's long, slender hand slowly tightened around his thin, vein-covered throat, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

"If you weren't useful, I would really like to rip your head out along with your spine."

The calm, unwavering words made the old man with the goat beard's mouth freeze and his whole body tremble.

Just then, a mournful wail echoed from afar.