39: Chapter 39 Kill! Kill! Kill! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull throne!

"All Martial Artists, stop watching the show! Follow me to meet the enemy!"

The Old Hall Master let out a furious roar, taking the lead to charge back into the battlefield from afar.

He had no choice but to charge into the battlefield first.

Those Martial Artists had listened to his words earlier and each thought Qin Muyuan had exhausted his strength and Qi, wanting to step forward to reap the kills.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, they were cut down by Qin Muyuan with a single sword strike.

As for the Old Hall Master himself, he had fled ahead of time to Shang Youcai's side to recover his stamina.

Such behavior had made these Martial Artists completely distrust the Old Hall Master.

As the saying goes, a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit; those Martial Artists who had yet to gain wit had long since died in the formation that besieged Qin Muyuan just moments ago!

Because of this, even if the Old Hall Master issued orders again just now, telling all Martial Artists to cooperate with the Bailian Army to slaughter Qin Muyuan, these Martial Artists treated it like a fart and completely ignored it.

Cooperate with the Bailian Army?

Weren't they just going to become cannon fodder to hold Qin Muyuan back, only to be stabbed to death by the Bailian Army along the way?!

Even seeing the Old Hall Master roar and charge into the battlefield first right now, these remaining Martial Artists still doubted and doubted again, completely unwilling to charge together.

Seeing this, a trace of anger flashed across the Old Hall Master's face:

"A bunch of fools! Do you not know that this villain's martial arts strength is extremely formidable and he is no ordinary Martial Artist?!"

"If we cannot join forces with the Bailian Army to slay him here today, once we let him leave—"

"Another day, when his strength improves once more, do you think he will spare any of us?"

"If he does not die, we will surely suffer a catastrophic disaster!"

Hearing the Old Hall Master's anxious call, a hint of hesitation appeared on the faces of some Martial Artists.

But they still made no move.

Because... although the Old Hall Master had rushed into the battlefield, he had not fought Qin Muyuan yet!

If the Old Hall Master did not pin down Qin Muyuan and draw Qin Muyuan's direct firepower, they would absolutely not make a move!

Seeing this, the Old Hall Master also cursed inwardly.

"Damn his mother! I originally wanted them to strike first, who would have known that everyone is so shrewd!"

That is right, although the Old Hall Master put on a show of bitter cursing on the surface, his current thought was still to let other Martial Artists strike first to draw the firepower.

However, his current credibility was completely insufficient to make others convinced, so no one made a move...

With no other option, the Old Hall Master brought his heart to his throat, concentrated fully, and rushed into the crowd first to engage in battle with Qin Muyuan.

Seeing the Old Hall Master make a move, the crowd of Martial Artists behind him finally returned to the battlefield.

They also knew that although everyone had their own calculations,

if they did not keep Qin Muyuan here, in the future all of them would be hunted down one by one by Qin Muyuan and kicked to death like dead dogs!

"Well come!"

Seeing that the elite monsters who had exited the battlefield earlier were rejoining it, Qin Muyuan gave a hearty laugh, his gaze instantly shifting from the Bailian Army soldiers to the Old Hall Master.

Facing the Old Hall Master who had killed his way back in, Qin Muyuan did not say another word as he instantly executed the Tafeng Step: Void-Breaking Style beneath his feet.

Whoosh whoosh!

His figure instantly flashed past the Bailian Army soldiers along the way, killing his way right in front of the Old Hall Master.

Waving the pure nail fiercely, the Killing Intent that seemed to have condensed into substance on his body lingered around the pure nail, slashing down at the Old Hall Master with the force of a collapsing mountain and overwhelming seas!

Facing this strike, the Old Hall Master's heart suddenly skipped a beat as the aura of death enveloped his heart.

If he could not withstand this strike, he would definitely die!

"Ha!"

The Old Hall Master's expression turned fierce, and at his advanced age, he let out a thunderous shout.

He poured all his internal strength into the tightly gripped long saber, holding back not a single shred, nor daring to hold back a single shred!

"I am the Honored Hall Master of the Baiyun Martial Arts Hall, are you juniors even worthy of killing me?!"

The Old Hall Master poured his full strength into it as the long saber and the pure nail collided like a meteorite crashing into the earth, bursting forth with a deafening metallic roar.

Clang!

Amidst the metallic roaring sound, the exploding gale whipped up dust all over the ground, blurring the vision of the Martial Artists and soldiers outside so that they completely could not see the outcome of the collision inside.

Until a moment later, when the dust settled and the gale stopped.

Everyone looked toward the center of the battle.

They saw a black-haired and black-eyed figure standing firmly on the ground, stained all over with blood yet completely unharmed.

Behind him, an old man knelt on both knees with a frozen expression.

The short blade he held in his hand now had its blade completely snapped and the hilt shattered.

Thud!

The old man collapsed to the ground, a thin line of blood appearing around his neck as gurgling fresh blood flowed out, dyeing his robes a crimson red.

The outcome of the battle was self-evident!

The Old Hall Master... his blade broke and he died!

"Not bad."

Qin Muyuan glanced sideways at the Old Hall Master's corpse and nodded slightly.

Qin Muyuan could perceive that the Old Hall Master's final blade strike contained the old man's lifelong insights and the determination to face death.

It could be said that the power contained in that strike was even stronger than all of the Old Hall Master's previous attacks against Qin Muyuan.

Only.

"I have also become even stronger!"

Qin Muyuan gripped the pure nail in his hand, feeling the surging power within his body.

The blood Qi bonus brought by the Mad Killing Sword Technique made him even more formidable than when he fought the Old Hall Master just moments ago!

"This is the true value of the [Essential Master] talent!"

Qin Muyuan turned his eyes to look at the crowd of Martial Artists who had been stunned into silence:

"Kill, kill, kill! Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Qin Muyuan did not know why he wanted to shout this slogan.

Perhaps because it fit the current scene very well, or perhaps because he did not know what else to shout.

He only knew one thing—

Kill, kill, kill! Turn everything upside down with slaughter!

Tafeng Step: Void-Breaking Style.

His figure flashed, and wielding the pure nail, he once again slaughtered his way into the crowd.

Third-rate Martial Artist? Second-rate Martial Artist? Shield soldier? Spearman? Broadsword soldier?

It did not matter!

No matter who it was, in front of the present Qin Muyuan, it was merely a matter of a single sword strike!

"No... no! I do not want to fight, I want to go home!"

"Flee! Run quickly! This person is completely not human! He is a demon! He is the demon of all evils!"

"Do not panic! Do not panic! If we panic, we are done for—squelch!"

In front of the Prefecture Governors Estate, Shang Youcai watched with a pale face as Qin Muyuan slaughtered his way in and out alone, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

"No, no, no... I must be dreaming... Right! I am dreaming!"

Shang Youcai's legs trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the corpses all over the ground and pools of flowing blood, he felt that he must be having a nightmare.

Otherwise, how could anyone be able to accomplish such a thing?

Over a dozen third-rate Martial Artists, several second-rate Martial Artists, and one first-rate Martial Artist!

Plus the Bailian Army composed of hundreds of men forming a military array!

Could not stop a single person?

"I am in a dream! I am in a dream!" Shang Youcai muttered to himself hypnotically.

"Wake up quickly! I want to wake up! This dream is too unrealistic! I want to wake up!"

Mutinously to himself, he propped up his legs that were trembling like mad, and with shock and fear, fled toward the rear Prefecture Governors Estate.

Flee!

As long as he escaped this nightmare, as long as he held on a bit longer, he would wake up immediately!

"Hmm?"

Slaughtering his way in and out of the crowd wantonly, making countless soldiers and Martial Artists scream to the heavens, Qin Muyuan, who could not control his surging fluids, instantly locked onto Shang Youcai, who was limping as he tried to escape.

"Hmph? Want to escape?"

Qin Muyuan let out a cold snort, fished a copper coin from his waist, electric currents wandering at his fingertips:

"Lightning Whirlwind Shot!"

Crackle!

Electric light flashed, and the copper coin flew out like a cannonball.

"Click click..."

Shang Youcai, who was about to escape, suddenly stiffened his body.

He lowered his head to look at his chest, only to see a huge flesh-and-blood hole torn open in his chest.

The organs that should have been there were completely empty at this moment!

"I am... not reconciled..."

Thud.

Shang Youcai collapsed to the ground, dying with his heart and lungs ripped out!