291: Extreme Challenge is all about killing!

The several girls were much more active.

Upon seeing traces of the ape, they rushed out to pursue it.

Shen Bei followed them step by step, not running, but leisurely enjoying the scenery.

Li Mo and the other girls hadn't run far yet.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

Just then, a mountain breeze blew without warning, and the tree shadows swayed among the trees. All the branches and leaves around them suddenly began to shake in unison.

Accompanying the mountain breeze was a faint, almost imperceptible floral scent, which instantly permeated everyone's nostrils, making them uncontrollably want to breathe it in greedily.

Hmm?

No, this isn't right!

The moment Li Mo smelled this inexplicable floral fragrance, she vaguely felt her body becoming somewhat numb, and the flow of her blood seemed to slow down. A sudden unease rose in her heart, and she immediately shouted:

"This smell is problematic! Everyone, hold your breath!"

Upon hearing Li Mo's warning, the girls finally reacted, fumbling in their backpacks to pull out and put on their filter masks.

And just as the entire team fell into disarray:

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

In the mountain forest, all the trees and plants around Li Mo and the others swayed wildly as if they had come alive, like a dance of demons!

"Who's there!"

Li Mo seemed to sense something, abruptly turned around, and looked in the direction they had come from.

Step, step, step.

Then, amidst this extremely eerie movement, all the grass and trees on the side they had come from automatically parted, forming a path!

And on this path, a young man walked out. Behind him, more figures appeared, slowly approaching them, as if all the vegetation was welcoming this group of people!

The young man stepped aside, and a sword-wielding man walked out, sizing up the girls. He frowned, "Where are they?"

The young man leaned on the ground with one hand, his Qi radiating. Without warning, all the trees, bushes, and plants within twenty-three meters gently swayed as if they had suddenly gained life.

For a moment, tree shadows heavily swayed, and countless branches and leaves seemed to cheer, welcoming their king!

He gently placed his hand on a nearby tree and murmured:

"Tell me, tell me... where did Shen Bei go?"

Swish, swish, swish!

The next moment, after the young man asked his question, countless branches and leaves around him trembled slightly, and then, as if endowed with consciousness, hundreds of them pointed in unison towards the direction behind the girls!

Plants without consciousness guiding a direction—how bizarre was this?

Li Mo and the others were dumbfounded, staring in astonishment.

The sword-wielding man brushed past Li Mo and the others, leaving only a faint remark: "Kill them."

As soon as these words were uttered, fear appeared on the faces of Li Mo and the others.

They were already numb from inhaling the strange floral scent, barely able to stand by leaning on trees.

Now, someone was saying they would kill them, which immediately made Li Mo realize that the situation had taken a drastic turn!

In her opinion, this practical exercise was never meant to involve killing; it was just sparring!

Facing people of unknown identity, Li Mo's face turned pale, her pupils dilated, and the shadow of immense danger constantly lingered in her heart.

"You... you're not social Martial Artists participating in the exercise. Who exactly are you?!" Li Mo growled through gritted teeth.

The sword-wielding man's gaze slowly swept over the sorrowful faces before him, and he calmly said, "The Tianqi Divine Sect is clearing the area. Do you have an objection?"

The Apocalypse Cult!

At this moment, Li Mo and the others' hearts sank.

How could this be!

Qipan Mountain was a designated practical training ground, and the personnel were strictly screened.

If one or two members of the Apocalypse Cult from society had infiltrated, it might be understandable.

But now, there were over thirty of them!

Such a dense number was somewhat perplexing!

Li Mo mustered her courage and asked, "What exactly do you want?!"

"Dead people ask too many questions."

The sword-wielding man gave a cold glance and walked straight past.

At this moment, the man in the black robe walked over with a sinister smile, his fingers gently caressing Li Mo's face back and forth: "Tender and juicy, your death will surely be beautiful."

"Let go of me!" Li Mo struggled, tears unconsciously welling up.

If she hadn't been affected, Li Mo might have tried to escape, but now, she couldn't even stand steadily.

"How about I give you a chance? Join the Tianqi Divine Sect, welcome the coming of the great "Turbellaria", and become the Dominator of the world?" The black-robed man tempted Li Mo and the others with death as the price.

Li Mo's small face was pale, and her eyes held a faint hint of panic.

But her will was as bright as a red star.

Gritting her teeth, she spat on the black-robed man's face: "Even if I die, I will remain pure!"

The black-robed man stuck out his tongue, licked the spit off his face, closed his eyes, and savored it: "What sweet nectar, then, may you rest in peace."

Just then.

A voice pierced through the dense forest: "Bullying a few young girls, does that make you feel like real men? The Apocalypse Cult's style truly makes me look at you differently."

The members of the Apocalypse Cult collectively turned their heads, looking towards the dense forest to the east.

At this moment, the sword-wielding man stood at the very front, his gaze instantly locking onto the rocky area twenty to thirty meters below the steep slope. He sneered:

"You cowardly trash, get out here!"

Rustle, rustle...

Shen Bei, chewing on a foxtail grass, his eyes sparkling like stars, laughed spiritedly: "Everyone, Happy New Year!"

The sword-wielding man's eyes blazed with a brutal light: "They say you, Shen Bei, are a madman, and it's true. You speak nonsense."

Shen Bei, hands in his pockets, head held high: "Early blessings, that's my politeness."

The sword-wielding man's voice was deep: "Then your stealing Bishop Oleg's twin blades is very impolite."

"I need to correct a fact." Shen Bei paused, then said with a smile, "This wasn't stealing, but... picking up."

"Then why don't you go pick up money at the bank?"

"Good idea. Do you have a lot of money at home? I'd love to pick some up."

"I can burn it for you."

Shen Bei bared his teeth in a smile: "Filial."

"You motherfucker!"

The sword-wielding man realized he was completely outmatched in verbal sparring, fuming and glaring: "Stop your goddamn nonsense! Today I'm blocking you for two things: one is to get back the twin blades, and the other is to take your dog's life!"

The smile on Shen Bei's face vanished, and his gaze became cold and heavy, like goose-feather snow swept up by a cold wind. He looked at the man: "It's a pity..."

Shen Bei drew the twin blades, which had been completely reshaped.

The design of the twin blades had completely changed; they no longer resembled their original form.

The design was more fluid and menacing, their sharpness chilling to behold.

Shen Bei's gaze rested on the twin blades, a look of melancholy on his face: "The twin blades have already been reforged by me. You won't be able to accomplish that. All that's left is to take my life. Why don't you try?"

"Officer Wu, why are you wasting time with him!"

The black-robed man stepped forward, clenching his fists, and said in a booming voice: "The twin blades can be reforged once we get them back. Let me kill him first—"

Swish...

The black-robed man hadn't even finished speaking.

Shen Bei, holding both blades, had already appeared behind the black-robed man!

And the black-robed man's neck, like a twisted bottle cap, instantly flew off!

The crowd hadn't even clearly seen what happened.

But in Li Mo's eyes, Shen Bei had merely taken one step, and his figure appeared a step away.

The next instant.

Shen Bei threw out his scabbard, moving with the blade, his body transforming into a flying Dragon!

Close combat! Sinking his waist! Blade light reverse-slashed!

Power flowed through the blade, and he swung his arm!

A howl rang out.

The black-robed man's head flew off.

Fast!

It was incredibly fast!

So fast that Li Mo couldn't keep up, only feeling a blur.

The black-robed man was dead!

Not only were Li Mo and the others shocked, but even Wu Jue and the other members of the Apocalypse Cult were stunned.

They could only watch helplessly as the black-robed man crashed to the ground with a thud, falling heavily.

They didn't even have a thought of rescue!

A man... was just cut down with one strike!

This was a Five-Rank Martial Artist!

Shen Bei was also only a Five-Rank Martial Artist, so how could he cut him down like slicing melons and vegetables?

The eyes of the Apocalypse Cult members exploded, their bodies and minds chilling.

What kind of monster was this!

Although Shen Bei's sudden move was astonishing, their eyes were filled with naked shock, anger, and hostility!

"So, you are Wu Jue, who sent Stone Heart to kill me a while ago?"

Shen Bei, in the blink of an eye, changed his expression as if changing faces, putting on a gentle and humble smile as he asked.

Wu Jue's cold, sinister, and chilling gaze suddenly shot towards Shen Bei, as if a malevolent Dragon had opened its eyes: "You have some skill."

Shen Bei mocked mercilessly: "To die by Oleg's twin blades, it should be his honor, right?"

"For you to die by my hand, that will also be your honor." Wu Jue retorted.

"Don't speak too soon." Shen Bei held up a blade with one hand, surveying the crowd: "With this group of nobodies, I advise you to retreat. Let's make it simple, you and I can just spar directly."

"Heh."

A hint of amused smile appeared in Wu Jue's eyes: "Over thirty Five-Rank Martial Artists, and you say retreat? Put away your taunting."

"Are you even a man?" Shen Bei provoked Wu Jue: "A real man would 1v1. Wouldn't it be satisfying for you to personally slaughter me?"

Wu Jue's smile carried deep malice, and he said vividly: "Every believer here hates you to the bone. How could I not give them a chance? I hope you understand."

Shen Bei's slightly sharp eyebrows furrowed, and a smile of unclear meaning hung on his face: "Then can I join the Apocalypse Cult?"

"You can join by dying, yes."

Shen Bei clicked his tongue. Yun Zhiyi was a three-faced servant; as for himself, the military didn't want him, the Apocalypse Cult didn't want him, and the Headhunter Tribe was out of the question.

Even the few brutes from Zha Tian Gang were thinking of kicking him out.

Sigh.

He had become a child without a home.

Just then.

Wu Jue waved his hand: "Move, kill him!"

As soon as his voice fell,

The surrounding Apocalypse Cult members all erupted with Qi.

They swarmed towards Shen Bei, covering the sky and earth.

Shen Bei's mouth twitched.

Damn it.

This Wu Jue was quite vicious.

His taunting didn't work at all; he just played the numbers game.

It had to be said, this situation was different from the flag-planting battle in the dungeon back then.

Back then, the Stranger (Yi Ren) were only Third-Rank.

But now, they were all Five-Rank Martial Artists.

He probably brought all the elites of the entire Liaobei Province's Apocalypse Cult, right?

What to do now?

Challenge his limits, and go on a killing spree!