As the dagger in his hand drew closer to your heart, the middle-aged man’s smile grew increasingly ferocious.
It was as if he could already see the blade of the dagger piercing through your clothes, cutting into your skin, and stabbing into your heart, his blood-stained tongue habitually sticking out to lick his lips.
Before their arrival, Liu Bai’s mother had promised them a hefty reward if any one of them could kill you. Moreover, the person who succeeded in killing you could ask for anything from Liu Bai’s mother. The middle-aged man had been lusting after Liu Bai’s mother’s glamorous secretary for a long time. He was already fantasizing about tearing off the secretary’s expensive suit with his own hands and taking his pleasure with her beneath him.
Among the five present with their eyes wide open, no one spoke up to warn you.
Zhao’er just watched, doing nothing, because before the competition, you had repeatedly instructed her not to intervene. As for Wu Qiyi, although she lacked combat abilities, her insight had long surpassed the ordinary, and she could tell that the person doomed to die would definitely not be you.
Sure enough, when the dagger blade was less than ten centimeters from your chest, your left hand suddenly shot out, accurately grasping the middle-aged man’s arm. Leveraging the momentum as the middle-aged man leaned forward and lost his balance, your right hand pressed down on the back of the hand holding the dagger, and with a fierce twist, you pushed forward!
The blade of the dagger plunged deep into the middle-aged man’s chest!
By the time you let go, the middle-aged man had collapsed, fresh blood pouring out from the wound. In the tens of seconds before the medical staff arrived with a stretcher, the middle-aged man had already ceased breathing. Like Zharang before him, he left his life and soul forever on the land of Huaxia.
"This round, Li Muyun wins!"
After the judge declared your victory, you turned slightly to look at Old Lady Cen in the high seat, your lips curling into a smirk that infuriated her.
To be honest, you were somewhat angry.
Even a clay figure has a temper, not to mention that you were never someone with a good temper to begin with.
Old Lady Cen’s crude and straightforward method of attempting to kill you made you furious, as you could only watch these people present themselves before you, one by one. You never wanted to fight, yet you had to strike back hard, seeing as they were all intent on killing you swiftly.
You were not a Taoist who upheld justice, nor a knight-errant dedicated to spreading righteousness; you were just an ordinary urban young man. And now, including everything you’ve done before, was merely to have Zhao’er with a complete mind and human physiological traits.
For ordinary people, they could achieve happiness with just a few love letters, a bunch of roses, and some pledges of love, but your journey had been so much harder!
You could not accept this!
Yes, you could not accept it!
Damn it, you could not accept it!
Your eyes suddenly widened, Sen Luo Eye, activate!
Two Sen Luo Curse Marks appeared, spinning rapidly within your pupils!
Without descending from the ring, you stood there, tall and straight in the center, staring coldly at Old Lady Cen not far in front of you.
"Old hag Cen, I suddenly don’t feel like playing with you anymore. However, I’m also very interested in the information you hold, so here’s the deal, let all those scumbags you paid for come at me, and I’ll deal with them all!"
Old Lady Cen was very savvy and crafty; rather than getting angry, she actually laughed and said, "You said it yourself!"
"Cut the crap, just hurry it up! After I’m done with this trash, I need to take a bath and frolic in the bubbles with my girlfriend!"
Old Lady Cen smiled coldly, then clapped her hands. Immediately, six people emerged from below the ring, surrounding you.
"Are these six crippled goofs all you’ve got?"
"Li Muyun, if you win against these six attacking you, I will give you this painting scroll right away."
As she spoke, Old Lady Cen took an ancient-looking sheepskin scroll from a servant beside her.
"Who knows if that thing is real? If you hand me a kindergarten kid’s scribble, wouldn’t I be at a huge loss?" You shot her a sidelong glance, showing no interest in her game.
"I knew you’d say that."
With that, Old Lady Cen handed the scroll to the Chief of Open Gate on her left. After receiving it, he took a careful look, then nodded at you.
It had been agreed in advance that the Chief of Open Gate was on their side and would act as a fair judge.
Since he nodded, there were no more concerns.
At that moment, under everyone’s gaze, you opened your hands and from your pockets, hundreds of Yellow Vermilion Charms shot out swiftly!
"Wow, sister, look, brother-in-law is performing magic tricks," called out Su Zhenghe, who was not far away, examining Zharang’s body with Su Liyan.
Su Zhenghe’s ambiguous remark did not elicit a reaction from Su Liyan, who was intently studying the place holding Zharang’s soul.
"Sister, sister! Hurry up and look! Brother-in-law is unleashing a powerful move!"
Agitated by Su Zhenghe’s incessant chatter, she turned her head abruptly, about to scold someone, but then she covered her mouth in shock, her small hands over her crimson lips,
At that exact moment, on the platform above, the seemingly haphazardly flying Yellow Vermilion Charms rapidly formed into a huge Talisman Formation, while the Sen Luo Curse Mark in your pupils rotated even faster—
"All Forms of Sen Luo, Seal the Heavens!"
The Yellow Vermilion Charms scattered a strong golden light and formed an Innate Bagua Formation at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The Bagua Formation kept shedding tiny golden specks of light that, once touched by someone, would penetrate deep into the person’s body.
Soon, the six skilled Nanyang wizards began to cry out in alarm, as they discovered they were unable to use their witchcraft!
As for you, you paid no attention to this, clenching your fist to produce a ’crack, crack’ sound, a wicked smile on your face as you walked towards the six frantic South Ocean people.
When it came to hand-to-hand combat, not to mention six wizards, even if sixty came at you, each casting a Shénwǔ incantation, you could still beat them to a pulp!
Indeed, the six wizards whose witchcraft had been sealed were beaten by you to a pitiful state, with swollen faces and shaky steps—those were considered mild injuries.
After all, these wizards were not good people to begin with. Just by looking at their attire, it was evident that in the South Ocean they mostly engaged in despicable acts such as murder and plunder.
Thus, you did not hold back with your blows, to the extent that even Su Zhenghe, a cunning young boy, found it difficult to watch. He turned to Su Liyan and said, "Sister, I never expected brother-in-law to be so violent."
Su Liyan lifted her head and said irritably, "What brother-in-law? He’s your cousin-in-law!"
Su Zhenghe stuck out his tongue and laughed, "Same difference."
When the six wizards were kneeling and begging for mercy, you wiped the blood on your fists on one of the wizards’ clothes, then turned hurriedly to Old Lady Cen, whose face was an uncertain shade of pale green, and said, "Hey, old hag, I’ve won this round too. Can I have the scroll now?"
The scroll had always been in the hands of the Chief of Open Gate. Hearing your words, he smiled slightly and tossed the scroll towards you.
Just as you were about to catch the scroll, a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed it accurately.
Your eyes widened in shock, and your brows instantly furrowed.
The person who appeared out of thin air was a handsome young man, who looked quite young, probably younger than you.
As he landed gently from mid-air, holding the scroll, a cold smile emerged on his face, "Li Muyun, do you want the scroll? Then have a fight with this young master."