Excuse Me

"Wang Hun! You absolute bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Tong Guoguo grabbed the sword blade with her other hand, originally intending to snap it in half. However, a sudden flash of light erupted from the longsword, shattering the defense of Tong Guoguo's Heaven-tier cultivation technique.

Bang!

Her body was instantly sent flying backward.

Wang Hun had his own precise target. Ignoring everyone else around him, he charged straight at Xu Ningbing with murderous intent.

He had already thoroughly investigated Xu Mu's identity. If he tried to kill this woman, Xu Mu would definitely come to her rescue.

Earlier, Xu Mu had claimed to be heavily injured with broken bones. Now was the perfect opportunity to strike him down.

Buzz!

Xu Mu used his Shape-Shifting technique to swap positions with Xu Ningbing.

Just as Wang Hun's longsword was about to slash down, Xu Mu swapped places with Wang Hun, teleporting directly behind him.

"Run, everyone! This is Mr. Soul from the Immortality Research Institute! He's going to massacre everyone here!"

Xu Mu didn't shout this to warn the surrounding audience, but rather to alert Duan Musong, who was positioned up high.

Sects were prone to intense jealousy, and Xu Mu was not a member of Mount Kunlun.

When someone was trying to kill him, Duan Musong might have simply chosen to turn a blind eye.

But Xu Mu deliberately shouted Wang Hun's name. Everyone present knew the infamous reputation of the Immortality Research Institute.

After learning the attacker was Wang Hun, if Duan Musong still chose to ignore it, his own reputation would be tarnished.

"What? Mr. Soul from the Immortality Research Institute?"

"It's that villain Wang Hun! He's the one who colluded with the Valley of Ten Thousand Races last time to trap and kill my master!"

...

Hearing Xu Mu's words, the surrounding crowd all turned to look at the black-robed man.

Sure enough.

Upon hearing this name, Duan Musong rapidly descended from the sky and blocked Xu Mu.

"Wang Hun! How did you get in here?"

Duan Musong stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercingly cold.

"I naturally have my ways."

Wang Hun smiled and pulled down the hood of his black robe, revealing the black sunglasses he was wearing.

"Since you've come here to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Just as Duan Musong raised his hand, violent tremors erupted continuously across more than a dozen sections of the surrounding audience stands.

Over a dozen black-robed figures suddenly began slaughtering people in the crowd.

It was worth noting that apart from the ordinary sect members seated near the front, the majority of the audience were simply members of hidden families from all over the Dragon Kingdom.

Their strength was generally not very high; they were absolutely no match for these attackers.

"Wang Hun! You're with them!"

Duan Musong suddenly erupted with Qi energy. The terrifying force sent Xu Mu and the others flying backward.

"Elder Duan, are you sure you want to fight me here? Bring it on, then! Let's see if the shockwaves from our battle will shake everyone here to death."

Wang Hun revealed a smile and swiftly lunged toward Duan Musong.

Meanwhile.

Xu Mu grabbed the hands of Fu Jinyu and Tong Guoguo.

Both women looked startled and a bit unnatural. Why was he suddenly holding their hands at a critical moment like this?

[Affection +10]

[Affection +10]

In the palms of their hands, Xu Mu carved a newly mastered formation: the Formless Sound Transmission Array.

After carving it, he didn't say a word and instead ran toward Meng Wanyue's direction.

However, as he made his way there, he explained things to the two women via sound transmission.

"This is a sound transmission array. My words can be directly transmitted into your minds without outsiders hearing. You can't transmit sound directly like I do, but you can speak into the array on your palms. As long as I'm within a ten-kilometer radius, I'll be able to hear you."

Fu Jinyu and Tong Guoguo both looked at their palms. They could clearly feel the array in their hands vibrating slightly just now.

At the same time, Xu Mu had already reached Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo, grabbing their hands to carve the array as well.

After finishing, he grabbed the hands of Xu Ningbing and Jiang Huihui.

Once all the arrays were carved, Xu Mu reiterated his previous explanation.

Even though he clearly wasn't speaking, his voice still entered their ears.

The women were all filled with shock. They hadn't expected such a formation to exist; not only could they hear the voice, but the tone was exactly Xu Mu's.

After explaining, Xu Mu quickly transmitted another message, "Sister! Run toward the Hanxian Sect!"

Hearing this, Xu Ningbing immediately hurried in that direction. She knew that staying here would only make her a burden.

Just as Xu Mu was about to continue transmitting messages, he suddenly realized that Wang Hun had bypassed Duan Musong at an extremely fast speed and was continuing his charge toward him.

Fu Jinyu and Tong Guoguo quickly launched an attack at Wang Hun.

"Rushing Thunder!"

Crack!

Silver lightning snakes were released from Wang Hun's body.

Before Fu Jinyu and Tong Guoguo could even get close, they were blocked by two flashes of lightning.

Right at that moment, Jiang Cisui, wielding an ice sword, slashed out a wave of freezing sword energy.

The lightning on Wang Hun's body flickered once more, shattering the sword energy on the spot.

"Brother Xu Mu, I truly admire you more and more. To think the famous Mr. Soul would actually come to kill you."

Jiang Cisui arrived by Xu Mu's side. "He must consider you a threat. I'm so envious!"

As he spoke, Jiang Cisui took a step forward and charged at Wang Hun.

"You're envious of this? From now on, you can be Xu Mu."

Xu Mu was somewhat speechless.

"I like fulfilling other people's dreams. Since you want to be killed by me, I'll grant your wish!"

Wang Hun never showed mercy. Whether it was Xu Mu or Jiang Cisui, they were both threats to him.

Crack!

His figure transformed into lightning, and in a mere instant, he appeared at Jiang Cisui's side.

The terrifying lightning erupting from his body continuously discharged outward.

Jiang Cisui's ice defense shattered in an instant. A mist of blood erupted from his body as he was sent flying backward.

"Cisui!"

Duan Musong had originally intended to attack Wang Hun, but seeing this scene, he immediately flew out and caught the airborne Jiang Cisui.

"Did you think you were the only one who could fight above your level? You're not the only genius around here."

Wang Hun's face was full of disdain. Did they really think everyone was like Xu Mu?

Possessing a powerful physique and a host of formidable life-saving techniques.

By this time, the entire array space had already descended into utter chaos.

With over a dozen people going on a killing spree in the distance, how could the people in the audience stands still listen to Duan Musong's orders?

They all fled toward the exits.

Wang Hun looked around and revealed a faint smile. At the very least, his main mission for this trip was accomplished.

He then stared at Xu Mu, but instead of attacking him, he began walking in the direction of Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo.

Xu Mu possessed position-swapping techniques as well as the Star Shift ability. Attacking Xu Mu directly would be absolutely impossible to succeed.

But this time, Xu Mu's area-of-effect techniques had inspired him.

He planned to kill a few of the women first to see if Xu Mu would lose his head in a fit of rage.

Swish!

Wang Hun's speed far exceeded the imagination of everyone present. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the two women. "Thunderbolt!"

Boom!

Silver electrical currents as thick as an arm instantly shattered everything in the vicinity, spreading over a range of at least a hundred meters.

Xu Mu's expression changed drastically. He was only twenty-something meters away from Wang Hun right now.

Even if he swapped places with Wang Hun, an attack of this range would still be enough to injure Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo.

"Xu Mu! What are you going to do this time?"

Wang Hun revealed a mocking smile.

Right at this moment!

A black-robed man holding a wine gourd had appeared in front of Wang Hun, though no one knew exactly when.

He strolled leisurely, passing right between Wang Hun, Meng Wanyue, and Dai Xingluo.

Although his movements appeared incredibly slow, none of them had even noticed when he appeared.

"Excuse me."

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave caused the earth to collapse and shatter, suddenly sending Wang Hun flying backward.

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