“The remnants of the Wang Family, it is precisely because of your actions that our Great Yu is in constant turmoil, causing countless people to be displaced and suffer heavy casualties. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

Xu Mujun held his knife in one hand and slowly approached Wang Feiyu.

“Ashamed?”

Wang Feiyu laughed loudly and said, “Just some mere mortals. What does it matter how many die?”

“To us, mortals are nothing but nourishment.”

“When one batch dies, there will be new mortals to replace them…”

“Hiss…!”

He formed a hand seal with both hands, and suddenly a mass of pitch-black flames appeared in front of him, transforming into a Fire Snake, which followed closely behind the five Ghost Generals, charging at Xu Mujun.

“You… deserve to die!”

With one step forward, the group of Evil Ghosts that rushed out of Wang Feiyu’s Hundred Ghosts Banner pounced on him at that moment.

“Ah…!”

“Ah ah ah…!”

“Hiss…!”

Suddenly, piercing screams rang out.

However, the ferocious and terrifying Evil Ghosts had not yet approached Xu Mujun before they began screaming miserably.

The Soul Bodies composed entirely of Ghost Qi and Soul Power began to corrode violently, like pouring scalding hot oil onto snow and ice.

In just a few breaths’ time, they turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished without a trace!

And Xu Mujun’s figure was like a ghost hero emerging from the Nine Nether Hell, unrivaled and disdainful.

“How is this possible…!”

Wang Feiyu’s face changed drastically, unable to believe his eyes.

“Unaffected by evil, impervious to all techniques?”

“Innate body?”

“Pfft!”

Surrounded by a hundred ghosts, Xu Mujun slashed with his knife, and red Sword Qi surged out, immediately slicing the more than ten Evil Ghosts blocking the way into pieces.

Even one of the Ghost Generals was cut by the Sword Qi and disappeared without a trace.

“Damn…! Go!”

Wang Feiyu gritted his teeth fiercely, formed a hand seal with both hands, and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood.

The four remaining Ghost General figures in the distance were immediately shrouded in a blood-colored mist, turning entirely crimson.

Supported by a cultivator’s Essence Blood, they immediately overcame their fear of Xu Mujun and directly swung their steel sabers at him!

“You cultivators treat mortals as livestock and even kill our officers to refine Corpse Ghosts, you truly deserve death!”

Xu Mujun stepped forward, facing the four attacking Ghost Generals and dozens of Evil Ghosts without fear.

A mad battle intent flashed in his eyes, and he slashed up with his long knife without hesitation.

“Comrades, follow me to kill the enemy!”

“Kill!”

“Pfft!”

The knife light flickered, offering no moment of resistance to the many ghostly figures in front.

Before they even reached Xu Mujun, they were disrupted by the Evil Qi and True Qi emanating from him, dissolving into ghostly shadows and dissipating.

In just over a dozen breaths, the many Evil Ghosts rushing out of the Hundred Ghosts Banner were all cut into ghostly shadows by Xu Mujun and vanished without a trace!

At this time, Wang Feiyu’s face looked even worse.

“How is this possible… Just an Innate Realm Martial Artist, how can he be so strong!”

“Unaffected by Evil Ghosts? Could it be he possesses a supreme treasure to defend against Evil Ghosts?”

“Or… above Innate!”

His thoughts raced, now was not the time to ponder, but to think of ways to kill Xu Mujun.

With a thought, he quickly formed a hand seal and then slapped his storage bag fiercely, and a beam of gray-white light suddenly flickered out, transforming into a sword light shooting toward Xu Mujun.

The gray-white light flickered unsteadily, vaguely revealing a Flying Sword winding like a snake!

Xu Mujun’s eyes were like lightning, instantly spotting the Flying Sword, his figure not retreating in the slightest, wielding his knife single-handedly as he leaped up, spiraling his torso forcefully in mid-air.

Single-handed and single-bladed, he became almost like a scarlet lightning bolt, slashing at the Flying Sword.

“Upon stepping into the Spirit Communication Realm, I comprehended this slash. Let the Wang Family Ancestor judge it!”

“This swordsmanship is named… Immortal Slayer!”

“Boom boom boom…”

The knife light shimmered, and suddenly a peal of thunderclap could be heard from behind Xu Mujun.

There could be seen in the void behind him, a vision of phantasmal figures.

Armored in mail, wearing helmets, their faces twisted with evil masks, fierce like Evil Ghosts.

Wielding long knives, riding mighty steeds, flags fluttering, majestic like the Celestial Army.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

Xu Mujun shouted explosively, and almost simultaneously, the countless military souls behind him roared in anger, drawing swords to slash at the oncoming Flying Sword.

Or rather, at Wang Feiyu behind the Flying Sword!

“Clang!”

A loud crash sounded, like a thunderclap, and the long knives of the countless military souls were at that moment all slashed onto the Snake Bone Flying Sword.

“Clang…!”

In the void, a sound like countless weapons clashing rang out, along with an endless din of battle cries and the neighs of warhorses.

Finally, a harsh scraping sound erupted from the Snake Bone Flying Sword, and shockingly, it began to crack from the tip, uttering a painful screech.

“Impossible!”

Not far away, Wang Feiyu, who was spiritually connected to the Snake Bone Flying Sword, cried out in shock, then spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

As it was his Lifebound Magical Artifact, when the Snake Bone Flying Sword was damaged, he too suffered severe trauma!

“Crack…!”

And at the moment of Wang Feiyu’s mental lapse, the Snake Bone Flying Sword split directly in the middle, jingling as it dropped to the ground, bouncing repeatedly, losing its spiritual essence.

Not far away, Wang Feiyu spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, enduring the intense pain in his head, forming a hand seal with one hand, trying to recall the Snake Bone Flying Sword.

But that Snake Bone Flying Sword bounced on the ground again, unable to fly.

At this moment, a large foot descended from the sky, stomping the Snake Bone Flying Sword firmly underfoot, rendering it immobile.

Wang Feiyu suddenly looked up; it was Xu Mujun, full of Evil Qi!

“Xu Mujun! I’ll kill you…!!!”

He roared madly, and the Hundred Ghosts Banner in his hand exploded, transforming into a giant serpent made entirely of black flames, viciously lunging at Xu Mujun.

“Deep-seated hatred, ghost fire burning the heavens!”

“Boom!”

Raging ghost fire transformed into giant snakes and waves, furiously attacking Xu Mujun, crashing down hard upon him.

In an instant, a hundred meters radius centered around Xu Mujun was engulfed by this black flame, burning fiercely.

Rocks, soil, metal, all were turned to ashes under the burning of this strange fire.

Even as the ghost fire blazed vehemently, the phantom military souls behind Xu Mujun instinctively stood in front and beside him, allowing the ghost fire to burn.

Xu Mujun stepped out of the burning ghost fire area one step at a time.

Looking at Xu Mujun, who was completely unharmed and unaffected by the ghost fire, Wang Feiyu finally became afraid.

“Beyond the Innate… beyond the Innate!”

“At the pinnacle of martial arts, spirit transforms into Divine Thought, causing a great change in Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, forming Divine Power…”

He shouted angrily, “In this life, the immortal path is severed, we cultivators are all like this, how could a martial artist reach the pinnacle of martial arts!”

“Damn it!”

He cursed, then without hesitation… turned around and ran!

Clapping his hands, two Divine Movement Talismans adhered to his legs, greatly increasing his speed.

Simultaneously, with a casual wave of his hand, two talismans appeared, a flash of distress passed, and he threw them away.

“Ancestor?”

Wang Zifeng beside him widened his eyes, what is the ancestor doing?

Actually ran?

“Retreat!”

“Abandon Yuanhe Mountain, let’s head to Jiangzhou!”

Wang Feiyu’s voice echoed, but his figure had already darted more than a hundred meters away.

And the two talismans he threw out, at this moment, also took effect.

One talisman fell to the ground, instantly causing the ground within a hundred meters radius to churn, forming spikes of earth, shooting rapidly towards Xu Mujun.

The second talisman transformed into clusters of flames in midair, burning fiercely upon landing, blocking Xu Mujun’s path.

Wang Zifeng hesitated for a moment, then likewise turned to run without hesitation, heading for Wang Feiyu’s side.

Xu Mujun’s body flickered, leaped up, and dodged the ground spikes.

Facing the flames sweeping towards him, he sliced with his sword, and quickly pursued Wang Feiyu.

Ignoring Wang Zifeng escaping to the side, he didn’t even glance.

“Want to run? Not that easy?”

Xu Mujun said coldly, “For Great Yu, for Your Majesty, the remnants of the Wang Family must die!”

Wang Feiyu had Divine Movement Talismans; his figure was nearly a phantom, bypassing many battling rebel forces and the Imperial Court army, rushing down the mountain.

A golden Magical Shield flickered once more on his body, exactly the Vajra Talisman.

While Xu Mujun deployed Lightweight Technique, crossing his legs mid-air, rushing towards Wang Feiyu with incredible speed.

“Go!”

Seeing Wang Feiyu about to reach the mountain gate, Xu Mujun grabbed the knife hilt with one hand, let out a muffled shout, and shot towards Wang Feiyu’s escaping direction.

“Whoosh!”

The long knife sliced through the air, making a series of ear-piercing friction sounds.

“Clang!”

Almost instantly, the long knife collided with the golden glow on Wang Feiyu’s body, sparking violently.

Wang Feiyu’s figure trembled, nearly falling, but managed to steady himself, continuing to escape without looking back.

“Damn Xu Mujun!”

“Just wait for me…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly turned, tossing his hands fiercely in Xu Mujun’s direction.

Instantly, countless black light spots flew rapidly, slamming into Xu Mujun, a torrent of fresh blood erupted.

Xu Mujun’s running figure shook violently, nearly collapsing.

“Hahaha… How’s the taste of my Soul-devouring Sand?”

“Die for me!”

Wang Feiyu laughed loudly, his face pale but unable to conceal his excited expression.

He reached out and grasped, a black claw appeared, throwing it towards Xu Mujun.

The black claw swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a massive ghost claw, descending from the sky, grabbing at Xu Mujun.

“Die…!”

Wang Feiyu shouted fiercely, as if witnessing the terrifying scene of Xu Mujun’s head being crushed.

But Xu Mujun, half-kneeling on the ground, showed no fear, an intense killing intent flashed across his eyes.

His mouth opened slightly, and he spat violently.

Instantly, a blood-colored Flying Sword shot out like lightning, piercing through the ghost claw, the massive ghost claw shadow vanished instantly from the sky.

“Flying Sword?!”

Wang Feiyu exclaimed, his figure instinctively swayed, the Flying Sword brushed the edge of the Vajra Talisman, shooting out, creating a series of screeching fire sparks.

“Damn it, how did you…”

Before he could respond, Xu Mujun stretched out a single hand towards his direction and grabbed fiercely.

“It’s over!”

Wang Feiyu’s heart was filled with dread, instinctively turned around, but it was already too late!

A blood-colored Flying Sword turned into lightning, rapidly shot forward, immediately piercing through his forehead!

Blood mixed with brain matter splattered out, Wang Feiyu’s body swayed, then collapsed heavily to the ground.

Wang Feiyu, fallen.

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