292: A bunch of trash, let me beat you to my heart's content!

At this moment.

The vile language of the Weather Evil Cult was completely unhidden, drifting with the wind, and all the fully alert female students on the steep slope swayed precariously, having already judged the situation as the enemy being strong and them being weak, their faces pale with fright.

Through Wu Jue's earlier words, they had vaguely understood what kind of terrifying enemy and predicament they were facing.

It was a horror and power they absolutely, absolutely could not resist.

However, even at this seemingly desperate moment, their fighting spirit and determination had not completely dissipated; instead, each of them looked exceptionally resolute, their eyes staring at the vicious enemies besieging Shen Bei as if ready to die, as if they had already made some kind of decision in their hearts.

If… if Shen Bei truly fell and died tragically, they would not live either!

Even if it meant death, they did not want to live and fall into the hands of the Apocalypse Cult.

Li Mo and the others watched the battleground without blinking.

They naturally knew what kind of person Shen Bei was; outwardly, he seemed carefree, but in battle, he was completely a madman.

Perhaps… a miracle would happen.

…

On the other side, the young man who could manipulate plants let out a low shout.

Buzz!

The next moment, his dark pupils suddenly constricted, becoming incredibly deep, and at the same time, a surging aura, like a boiling furnace, emanated from his body. Under the interference of this fierce Evil Qi, the air around his body seemed to twist, forming wisps of black mist that continuously emerged from his body and dispersed!

The young man waved his hand and scattered something.

A faint floral scent permeated the air around Shen Bei.

The young man chuckled a few times, feigning a sigh as he remarked:

"Shen Bei, how many more seconds can you last? The pollen and floral scent you smell can disrupt a person's nerve signals, just like a drunk person cannot control their words and actions. As long as you come into contact with this fragrance, the feedback from your nerves to your brain will be greatly affected."

"More importantly, even if you wear a mask, it's useless. This fragrance doesn't just enter the human body through breathing; it can also enter through contact with pollen and skin pores."

"I'll count to three, and you're bound to kneel!"

Upon hearing this, Li Mo and the others finally realized, with a sudden understanding, why they had immediately put on gas masks but were still completely paralyzed.

So… the toxins could also seep through the skin!

At this moment, Shen Bei carefully examined his body but didn't feel anything amiss.

It seemed… to have no effect?

"What did you say you'd count to?" Shen Bei asked expressionlessly.

"Three."

"My apologies."

Amidst his dodges and maneuvers, Shen Bei suddenly drew his blade, instantly unleashing a fiercely violent and ruthless flash of saber light that cut straight out and pressed down forcefully!

Facing the rapidly approaching saber light, the young man had no time to dodge. He could only bring his arms together, activating the tough bark to protect his body, shielding his head and neck, as if intending to resist the attack with the strength of his body.

The saber light erupted in the forest, flashing in the Void Realm. Shen Bei's body stirred up a violent gust of wind as he flashed past the young man, stopping behind him.

At this moment, the young man stood frozen.

His eyes instantly turned blood-red, and emotions of shock and furious rage surged like a tempest within him.

The next moment.

A line of blood appeared between his neck and his raised arms.

Then, with a thud, his terrifyingly made-up head and two severed forearms slid down, clearly having been decapitated by Shen Bei's earlier violent strike!

Surprisingly, even with his carotid artery severed by a single strike, not much blood gushed from the young man's broken neck.

The previously arrogant young man was decapitated by Shen Bei's blade, becoming completely still. With a crash, he fell to the ground, dead.

Shen Bei, stroking the blade, moved with a fierce and utterly delighted expression on his face: "My apologies, I can't count. One more dead!"

Then, Shen Bei, like a battle-hardened king who had faced death countless times, looked around at everyone and burst into wild laughter: "I advise all of you to scram! This is solely between me and Wu Jue. Those who don't want to die, get back!"

Shen Bei threatened them repeatedly.

Boom~~~

Facing this scene, the Apocalypse Cult members, who had originally intended to besiege Shen Bei, immediately paused in their steps, even uniformly retreating a step.

Their scalps tingled.

They never expected Shen Bei's blade technique to be so abnormal, already reaching the point of one strike, one kill!

If Shen Bei's previous sneak attack on the black-robed man was an accident.

But this young man clearly poisoned Shen Bei, yet Shen Bei could still kill him with one strike.

What did this signify?

It showed that although Shen Bei was a Five-Rank Martial Artist, his strength surpassed that of a Five-Rank!

One strike, one kill… even the thirty-plus members of the Apocalypse Cult wouldn't be enough for him to kill!

At this moment, they truly realized what terror was!

Just as they were hesitating whether to continue besieging Shen Bei.

Wu Jue on the side sneered: "Oleg's dual blades are very useful, aren't they? Dismantle them for me!"

One of the Apocalypse Cult members suddenly woke up, quickly crossing his hands, his entire body erupting with surging True Qi. With a flick of his fingers, an invisible wave enveloped Shen Bei.

"Weapon Severing Art!"

The Weapon Severing Art could disarm any Martial Artist of the same rank, and it was considered a very domineering Martial Skill.

For Martial Artists who relied on weapons, it was an immense threat.

There was a vague sense of words becoming reality.

However, this Martial Skill also had a drawback: it was completely ineffective against enemies of a higher rank.

And against Martial Artist enemies of the same rank, if their spiritual attribute was higher, it would cause a struggle.

Just at this moment.

The dual blades in Shen Bei's hands felt a pulling force, as if trying to break free from his grip.

Shen Bei tightened his grip, and the pulling force grew stronger and stronger.

Clearly, this Martial Artist's spiritual attribute was similar to Shen Bei's. Although the Weapon Severing Art was working, it didn't succeed in disarming him immediately.

However, Shen Bei still decisively let go, discarding his dual blades.

Continuing to struggle like this was meaningless and would severely affect his performance.

Imagine, when he swung his blade, it would feel as if someone was pulling his wrist back; that sensation would be extremely uncomfortable.

It could easily lead to limb deformation.

It was better to simply abandon the dual blades.

The Apocalypse Cult members saw Shen Bei's dual blades fly out of his hands.

They immediately became excited.

"Damn it, without his dual blades, how will you survive, Shen Bei!"

"Go, go! Kill him!"

"For the "Turbellaria" God!"

"Truth alone prevails, false Dao perishes!"

"Kill!"

…

The Apocalypse Cult members launched another attack, surrounding Shen Bei and rushing to kill him.

The next moment.

Shen Bei, unhurried, took out Shadow Needless from his waist, clamping them between his fingers.

He spun in place, bent his fingers, and flicked them!

Pfft, pfft…

Under Shen Bei's almost abnormal strength, the Shadow Needless shot out like cannon fire.

Earth-shattering muffled thuds, like heavy artillery bombardments, echoed between heaven and earth. The dark Void Realm flashed, and rolling waves of Qi instantly spanned over ten meters, piercing through the Void Realm!

And almost at the same time, the face of the Martial Artist at the very front, wearing an excited and twisted expression, strangely froze for a moment, then exploded with a bang!

His entire head looked like a tomato hit by a cannonball, shattering and splattering in mid-air, red and white flying in the wind!

Puff, puff, puff.

The enormous roar was deafening, flesh and brains splattered. They only felt a scorching gale fiercely striking their faces, and the two people next to the headless corpse of the Martial Artist at the front had bloodied faces, their originally malicious smiles completely frozen!

With a thud.

The mountain wind blew, and the man's headless corpse fell backward.

At the same time, the remaining Shadow Needless, like cutting leeks, either pierced through the enemies' eyeballs or penetrated their hearts.

In an instant, no fewer than seven Martial Artists were hit, falling to the ground and wailing.

These vicious Apocalypse Cult members, who had originally thought their large numbers would allow them to dominate the entire scene, under Shen Bei's explosive volley of Shadow Needless, either had their heads explode, becoming tragic headless corpses, dead beyond dead, or fell to the ground, screaming miserably, chilling to the bone.

And at the moment when many fell, both on the steep slope and below, Li Mo and the other female students, as well as the Apocalypse Cult members, and even Wu Jue, who had been intently watching Shen Bei, all had their brains freeze and were dumbfounded on the spot.

The Apocalypse Cult members swallowed hard.

What's going on!?

How did the head of the follower who rushed to the front disappear!

What was that just now!

No one expected it.

After being disarmed, Shen Bei actually started playing with hidden weapons!

"Holy crap!"

"Hidden weapons, were those hidden weapons just now?"

"Damn it, why does it feel like heavy artillery!"

"Help! My eyes!"

"Carry me away, quick, I'm almost done for!"

…

The group of enemies was dumbfounded.

This round of hidden weapon attacks brought down another seven or eight!

Yet, none of them even touched Shen Bei's clothes!

Terrifying.

It was truly too terrifying!

Is this still a Five-Rank Martial Artist?

An excessively strong big brother!

One must know that at this distance, they could even dodge a barrage of concentrated gunfire.

However, the follower at the very front died without a complete corpse upon first contact, without even having time to react. They didn't even know what hidden weapon blew up the follower's head. How terrifying was that?

"Ah!"

At this point, all arrogance and viciousness vanished. Shen Bei had become a monstrous beast in their eyes. The Martial Artist at the very front, eyes bloodshot, roared in unison and turned to flee!

Years of experience had given them twisted and cruel personalities and methods, but that didn't mean they were suicidal fools; on the contrary, they cherished their lives more than anyone!

However, seeing an enemy silently turning to flee, Shen Bei merely smiled ferociously: "Run?"

With a rumble!

Shen Bei stomped his foot fiercely, and the entire steep slope vibrated with his force. Supported by his superhuman physical strength, his powerful body violently pushed aside the air, carrying a violently exploding surge of airflow, instantly covering a distance of twenty to thirty meters. Amidst the sharp roar of tearing air, he lunged at the Martial Artist, who was half a beat slower, and grabbed him!

The entire ground seemed unable to bear it, shaking.

And in the gale-force wind tunnel formed by Shen Bei's passage, countless shattered stones rolled and flew away in the surging airflow.

The enemy, who was fleeing for his life, suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand on end, sensing a violent gale sweeping from behind him, mixed with an indescribably fierce Evil Qi, as if a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex was swooping down to kill him from above!

This terrifying feeling, like an impending disaster, enveloped his heart. The Martial Artist gritted his teeth, unable to resist turning his head, while a fierce urge surged within him, preparing for a desperate struggle.

However, with a pfft!

Skin, muscles, bones—these three layers of the body's natural defenses were torn like paper. In an overwhelming pain, the enemy only felt a sudden chill inside his body, as if he instantly lost all his strength.

The substantial gale hit his face, and he felt his feet lift off the ground, as if soaring through clouds. He slowly lowered his head in disbelief, only to see a thick, bloody arm piercing through the center of his chest, with a bloody, fleshy mass clutched in its palm.

This is… my heart?

It was at this moment that he finally realized his chest had been completely impaled by this steel-like arm!

And he himself was being pushed forward by the owner of this arm!

Rip!

The next moment, behind the enemy, Shen Bei let out a wild laugh. The muscles on his right arm were like steel, bulging and vibrating. Under the fierce muscular force, the entire person hanging from his arm instantly tore into four pieces, as if dismembered by five horses, dying a gruesome death!

"Ah!"

Blood, internal organs, and body parts splattered. Seeing this bloody and cruel scene from afar, the female students on the steep slope were greatly startled, some even losing control and crying out.

At this moment, Wu Jue, seeing this scene, roared: "I told you to besiege him, not to be defeated one by one! Follow me!"

Instantly, those enemies, seeing Wu Jue enter the fray, seemed to be injected with a sedative, collectively pressing forward, interrupting Shen Bei's hard-won offensive rhythm.

Shen Bei's figure suddenly leaped backward.

His expression was fierce, like a Dominator of life and death, speaking each word like chips of ice: "Come, come! All of you, let me have a good fight!"

Shen Bei directly unleashed Phantom Step and charged forward!