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Mo Beichen's violent appearance, greatly exceeded everyone's expectations.

He had originally thought that dispatching a dozen people this time would already be making a big fuss out of nothing and would give him sufficient face. In reality, if not for the sect's insistence, Xia Guang Yao would have brought out at most half of his troops.

In Xia Guang Yao's opinion, as long as he took action, whether he was Mo Beichen or Mo Nanchen, wouldn't it be an easy thing to do?

However, the scene in front of him almost made his eyeballs pop out!

He didn't know that Mo Beichen had once fought with an elder of the palace, so if Xia Guangyao knew about it in advance, he would definitely treat Mo Beichen as a rarely seen strong enemy.

Unfortunately, his conceit was enough to make this team pay a painful price.

"Quick!" If we all gather together, don't give him the chance to attack us one by one! "

Resisting the unease in his heart with great difficulty, Xia Guang Yao quickly came back to his senses. He called for the rest of the people to gather and meet the enemy, and stopped fighting on their own.

If this goes on, he won't be able to live.

"Die!"

Xia Guangyao yelled as he pulled out his sword from his scabbard and slashed towards Mo Beichen.

While the sword shadow was still in the air, his sword had already turned into a fiery-red color, shining with a blazing light.

"Puff puff puff!"

Xia Guang Yao consecutively sent out three sword strikes. The low rank spiritual weapon in his hand was injected into his War Qi, letting out a series of popping sounds.

Seeing this, the two of them stopped fighting with bare hands. Instead, they took a step back and clenched their fists. A golden sword appeared in their hands, which had transformed into a War Qi.

He swung out his sword and it struck the incoming sword beam, instantly dispersing it. Following that, Mo Beichen slashed out a second time, defeating Xia Guang Yao's second sword beam.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

Xia Guangyao remained unmoved, but continued to fight and retreat, repeatedly sending out sword afterimages that contained a tremendous killing power.

His steps were steady and unflustered. His movements were skillful, much better than those of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals. It was no wonder that the Perishing Sun Palace would send him to lead the group this time.

Mo Beichen was not in a hurry and kept pressing on. For a time, the sound of tearing cloth could be heard in the air.

"You have some ability, but unfortunately, if you want my life, it's still far from enough!"

Mo Beichen took a step forward, and the War Qi on his body began to churn and boil like clouds, revealing a dense golden color, like a heavenly soldier walking on earth.

His five fingers were as bright as a golden sun, and even his skin had turned a golden color. It was as if he was wearing an iron pair of gloves made from golden lightning. There were even flashes of electricity on his hands.

"Eat my Rushing Thunder Hand!"

Xia Guang Yao squinted his eyes, looking at Mo Beichen's figure that was like a heavenly soldier, his expression was extremely serious, and his heartbeat instantly became even faster.

He could feel the terrifying undulations from Mo Beichen's hands, who had an oppressive aura!

It was a terrifying killing move that could put a person on the brink of death. It could not be used in a head-on battle, so there was only one choice, and that was to dodge.

However, Mo Beichen was as fast as lightning, causing Xia Guang Yao's body to be unable to keep up with his thoughts. In a moment of haste, he had no way of dodging, and could only choose to clash head on.

At this time, he made his move. Not only did he not retreat, he welcomed the attack.

He knew very well that if he did not step forward now, he might not have a chance. He had to break Mo Beichen's attack before his techniques could reach their peak.

Otherwise, if he got too close, it would be too late.

Xia Guang Yao slashed out with his sword, with astonishing power, a blazing flame wheel formed under the influence of the War Qi. The flame wheel spun and danced in the air, emitting waves of whistling sounds.

This was the most powerful martial skill that Xia Guangyao could use at the moment, Flame Slash!

By relying on this technique, he had officially established his position in the Discipline Hall. Currently, the Flame Slash was nearing perfection. He wanted to rely on this move to catch his opponent off guard.

This strike contained a huge amount of energy. Not only could it resolve the current dangerous situation, it could also heavily injure the unarmed Mo Beichen.

Instead of chopping at Mo Beichen's right hand that looked like it was made of gold, he attacked the fatal part of his chest.

"You want to defeat me with a pair of fists? "You're too naive!"

With a loud shout, Xia Guang Yao's long sword and his high speed spinning flame wheel cut down. The orange colored flame wheel instantly arrived, carrying with it a devouring spinning force as it fell down heavily.

Boom!

The Fire Wheel Slash carried with it the burning flames that could melt rocks, and it instantly collided with the Rushing Thunder Hand that could tear steel apart!

The intense clash of War Qi compressed the air into a transparent membrane that was corporeal. It surged in all directions like a tidal wave, continuously giving rise to circle after circle of ripples.

All the surrounding trees were set ablaze by the rippling waves, turning into a sea of fire and lightning.

In the air, lightning flashed and flames burned. When the two clashed, they clashed and exploded while Mo Beichen and Xia Guang, both flew out at the same time.

Mo Beichen tumbled a few rounds in midair, and in the end, knelt down on one knee. His right palm supported the ground as the blood in his chest roiled.

Compared to Mo Beichen, Xia Guangyao was in an even worse situation. His body was sent flying dozens of feet back, and heavily smashed into a large tree. Even his tree trunk had cracked open, and he spat out a mouthful of blood the moment he opened his mouth.

"The boss lost?"

"How is this possible!?" He is at the peak of the Twelfth Layer, capable of defeating anyone with War Qi Stage. How could he lose to Mo Beichen? "

Seeing that their strongest team captain had already been defeated caused the remaining people to be shocked in their hearts. All of them were filled with fear.

The strongest amongst them was only at the twelfth stage of the War Qi. At the same level, their fighting strength was far weaker than Xia Guang Yao's.

"What should we do? "Should we fight it out with him to the death, or …"

The group of dragons without a leader left the remaining people at a loss. They looked at each other, unsure of whether they should continue to fight the enemy or flee for their lives.

"Even if we have to go all out, we still have to go all out!"

Mo Beichen is way more powerful than we imagined. We are not his match at all. In my opinion, we should just leave first. We should wait for his reinforcements before taking his life! "

The group of people's hands and feet were trembling. They had originally thought that they were here to take advantage of this situation, but before they had even seen the benefits, they had already lost more than half of their men.

Mo Beichen maintained his position of kneeling on one knee, extended out his left hand and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth.

"Since you want my life, then you must leave it behind!"

He stared coldly at the remaining enemies, spitting out these words viciously. Every word from his mouth was like metal falling to the ground. The sound entered his ears, sonorous and powerful.

After he finished speaking, his aura rose instead of dropping. He slowly stood up, facing the pale-faced crowd in front of him.