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"Just me alone... none of you could last half an hour!"
"Get out...get out..."
"Get out of here, all of you!"
The last word was almost shouted out, accompanied by a painful roar.
Mu Qinghan's sword energy and magic power erupted simultaneously, forming a ring of air beneath his feet that violently pushed Mu Shenqi away.
He bit his lower lip hard until he tasted the blood in his mouth, barely managing to suppress the murderous intent that was about to burst out of his throat.
"Get out of here if you don't want to die!"
"A bunch of useless trash, staying here will only hold me back!"
"Shoot-"
The moment the snow-white sword energy tore through the air, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by tens of degrees.
Mu Qinghan's seemingly casual gesture of raising his hand and swinging his sword carried a world-destroying power.
The invisible sword energy surged like a tide, and Wang Quanba and the others felt as if they had hit an invisible wall in the chest. The next second, they were involuntarily sent flying backward and crashed heavily into the broken wall a hundred meters away.
Amidst the flying dust, muffled groans rose and fell.
Wang Quanba knelt on the ground, supporting himself with the Wang Quan sword. His tiger's mouth was already cracked from the impact, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword. His entire arm trembled uncontrollably.
He stared at the figure in the distance, surrounded by black energy and sword energy, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He was now so weak that he could barely withstand even a casual sword strike from his opponent.
At this moment, Mu Qinghan…
It was terrifying to the extreme.
"Qinghan! Quickly, save Qinghan!"
Mu Shenqi, standing beside him, struggled to get up, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Without further hesitation, Wang Quanba struck Mu Shenqi on the back of the neck with a backhand. Mu Shenqi's eyes rolled back, and he instantly lost consciousness.
He caught Mu Shenqi's limp body steadily, and then grabbed Wang Quanzui, who was still trying to step forward, his voice resolute.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
"Qinghan is right, staying here will only get in his way!"
He carried Mu Shenqi on his shoulder, while his other hand tightly gripped Wang Quanzui's wrist.
His eyes were so red they were almost bleeding, but he forcibly suppressed his surging emotions, made a hand seal with his fingertips, and the Wangquan Sword hummed and floated to the ground beneath his feet.
He glanced back at the isolated figure one last time, then resolutely stepped onto the sword, transforming into a streak of light that shot into the sky.
The others looked at Wang Quanba's retreating figure with conflicted expressions.
Their fingers gripped their weapons tightly, their nails almost digging into their palms.
But recalling the earth-shattering sword energy just now, and the way Mu Qinghan roared at them to get lost, they finally gritted their teeth, summoned their magical artifacts, and followed the streak of light into the distance.
Mu Qinghan stood there, watching the figures of the crowd disappear into the horizon, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Then, that smile vanished in an instant.
He slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the Black Fox Lady not far away, but looking past her figure and straight at the dark shadow behind her that was faintly visible and exuded a cold aura.
"Hehehe—do you think... I'd let those bugs escape?"
"Heh...you...you don't have that chance..."
Lust raised an eyebrow, her tone full of sarcasm.
"You want to stop me?"
"If I want, I can drive you crazy and turn you into a useless person anytime."
"You mere human, how dare you talk tough to me?"
"Crazy? Hahahaha—"
A sudden burst of laughter shattered the silence. Mu Qinghan tilted his head back, his laughter filled with madness and determination.
The left eye, which had retained a sliver of clarity, was now completely consumed by crimson, its two eyes resembling two burning blood-red flames.
The sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if echoing the killing intent in its master's heart.
"You don't need to do it, I'll help you!"
The moment he finished speaking, he no longer suppressed the killing intent in his heart, but instead pushed it to the extreme!
Dark magical power erupted from his body like a tsunami, instantly spreading throughout the entire space. Wherever it went, the ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, the air seemed to be dyed black, and even the distant clouds were stirred and churned by this terrifying aura.
"You bastard, let's see if I'll run out of strength first, or if I'll kill you first!"
He stared intently at the dark figure, his voice filled with bloodthirsty madness. He raised his sword high, the sword energy and magic power intertwining to form a terrifying force capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart.
In the shadows, the voice of lust finally carried a hint of surprise.
"I didn't expect... you would actually dare to do this on your own initiative?"
She originally intended to gradually amplify Mu Qinghan's murderous intent, waiting for the right moment to completely control him.
But unexpectedly, before he succeeded, this kid turned himself into a killing machine.
Emotion finally understood that Mu Qinghan's earlier decision to drive everyone away was not a result of being controlled and causing chaos, but rather a premeditated plan.
He wanted to focus all his killings on himself.
He actually wanted to kill himself.
He doesn't really think... he's a useless person like Black Fox, only good at controlling other people's minds?
At this moment, Mu Qinghan had no brothers in his eyes, no worries about anything else, only an overwhelming killing intent towards the dark figure in front of him.
"Hey, bug..."
"You don't really think... that you, controlled by murderous intent... can kill me, do you?"
Mu Qinghan remained silent, only focusing on drawing his sword.
"A stunning sight!"
Chapter 72 Heart Connection
"whee--"
A smile played on his lips, a hint of lust in them.
She lightly clenched her fingers, and her fingertips precisely caught on the spine of Mu Qinghan's longsword, making it impossible for the blade to go any further!
"Heh... This sword strike was fast, but lacked power."
Her tone was languid, with a playful undertone at the end, as if she had caught not a deadly sword, but a...falling willow leaf.
Mu Qinghan's pupils contracted sharply, and the force in his wrist suddenly burst forth, but he only felt that the sword did not move at all between the opponent's fingers.
He pressed his other hand firmly on the hilt of the sword, and his magical power surged into the blade like thunder, causing the blade to instantly emit a three-foot-long azure light.
A cyan light ripped through the sky, and a sword wind swept out.
But the image of lust vanished the moment the sword touched his body.
"Oh dear... this sword is quite powerful, but... it's a bit slow..."
A sense of foreboding surged through Mu Qinghan's mind. Before he could even turn around, a searing pain shot through his abdomen.
As if crushed by a massive boulder, he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the rock wall behind him, sending pebbles tumbling down.
After a violent cough, Mu Qinghan spat out a mouthful of blood onto the sword in front of him, and the bright red blood droplets slowly slid down the cold blade.
He looked down and saw a bruise bulging on his abdomen beneath his loose robe, and the pain of several broken ribs surged through him like a tidal wave.
But he did not fall.
Seemingly oblivious to the pain, Mu Qinghan suddenly stood up, propping himself up against the rock wall, his back ramrod straight.
Even though blood was still spilling from the corner of his mouth, the killing intent in his eyes grew even more intense.
Dragging his broken body, he once again raised his sword and charged towards lust, the blade aimed directly at her vital heart.
Lust stood still, watching the boy rush towards her, and finally a hint of interest appeared in her eyes.
According to the power rankings within the circle, not counting her most proficient mind control, in terms of physical strength and demonic power alone, she is already a true peak Great Demon Emperor.
The gap between this human and her... is enormous.
That casual kick just now should have been enough to kill him.
But this young man not only survived, he was even able to wield a sword and fight again.
"interesting."
Lust flicked its fingertips, the palm that had just struck Mu Qinghan still stained with the boy's warm blood.
"To have such resilience at such a young age is a rare talent I have seen in my long life."
She ran her fingertips through the strands of hair at her temples, her tone tinged with regret.
"What a pity, you ran into me before you could really grow up."
A wicked glint flashed in her eyes as she examined Mu Qinghan's blood-stained face with great interest.
The young man had handsome features, and even in his disheveled state, he could not hide the sharpness in his bones.
"It looks quite good. It would be interesting to keep it as a pet."
But this thought only lasted for a moment before she gently shook her head and dismissed it.
She looked at the resolute look in Mu Qinghan's eyes, which held only murderous intent, and her tone softened again.
"But now, you've become a killing machine that only knows how to swing a sword, which isn't fun at all."
Passion took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in front of Mu Qinghan, his fingertips lightly touching the blade of his sword.
The green light suddenly dissipated at her fingertips, and blood instantly seeped from the boy's skin.
She leaned down and whispered in Mu Qinghan's ear, her tone carrying a cruel tenderness.