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Silence.

No one expected that, with just a casual swing of the sword, Mo Beichen would be able to easily defeat the fearsome Yang Yiyun.

As long as one stayed in the Cold Martial Sect for a little longer, one would know just how strong he was. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to occupy the eighth place on the black-hearted disciple rankings.

Someone said that they had once watched Yang Yiyun fight against an opponent at the eleventh stage of the War Qi. Judging from the imposing manner he displayed just now, he indeed had the strength to do so.

However, even though he was extremely strong, he was still easily slashed by Mo Beichen. Then, to what extent was Mo Beichen powerful?

Eleven, twelve? No one dared to imagine …

Mo Beichen's single move had defeated the opponent, shocking everyone present. In the eyes of others, he had become more and more mysterious, giving off an unfathomable feeling, as if he did not dare to provoke them.

Having lost an arm, Yang Yiyun was in so much pain that his face twisted.

Knowing that he wasn't a match for Mo Beichen, it was even more impossible to kill him now. Yang Yiyun grabbed his broken arm and stumbled out, wanting to escape from this place that almost killed him.

In that moment of life and death, if he had not tried so hard to tilt his head a little, he would not only have lost an arm, but his entire head would have been split in half.

"This child is too terrifying, we simply cannot provoke him!" With anger and surprise, Yang Yiyun's heart was filled with regret.

He never thought that Mo Beichen would actually be so despicable, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. His usual concealment was too deep, perfectly deceiving everyone.

Based on the strength he displayed now, he was probably able to fight to a standstill even against a twelfth stage expert.

Besides, no one was sure if he had any trump cards, and no one was willing to test them out.

Seeing Yang Yiyun's miserable state, his face darkened, containing a hidden hatred within, causing the spectators to be terrified, and not even dare to say a word of consolation.

If anyone were to speak too much at this critical juncture, they would undoubtedly be peeling his scars. They would definitely be held in hatred by Yang Yiyun, and would definitely be met with retaliation in the future.

Strong, this was too strong!

Even Yang Yiyun, who was ranked eighth, was unable to withstand Mo Beichen's blade. It seemed that his strength was even higher than everyone's imagination.

The expressions on their faces changed. Mo Beichen's valiant and unstoppable image was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts. It made them feel like they were dreaming.

With one foot deep and one foot shallow, Yang Yiyun ignored the compassionate and pitying gazes from the surrounding people and wanted to leave by himself, while feeling extremely embarrassed and angry.

Although face was important, it was not worth mentioning when compared to his life.

He had to take advantage of the time before Mo Beichen said anything to quickly leave this place full of dead souls.

"Where do you want to go?"

's cold voice came to his ears, causing his expression to stiffen. The foot he was lifting up in midair, seemed to have been used as a body immobilization technique, as he stood there motionlessly.

It was impossible for him to advance or retreat. His face turned green and white, making him appear extremely difficult to see.

"You wanted to kill me just now. What? You want to just run away like that?"

He expressionlessly looked at Yang Yiyun's back, Mo Beichen had his hands behind his back, his tone was not friendly, but filled with killing intent.

Different from Yang Li, who only wanted to teach him a lesson, Yang Yiyun came here with the intent to kill, and simply didn't have any intentions of holding back. If Mo Beichen had not displayed his divine might and instantly reversed the situation, he would have been dead by now. At that point, no one would sympathize with him, and no one would care.

Facing such an enemy, how could Mo Beichen let him leave?

As if he was stepping on a lava pond, Yang Yiyun's expression was unsettled. His heart was in a mess, he wished that he could turn into a pair of wings and immediately fly away.

"You've already won. What else do you want?"

When one was under a roof, one had no choice but to lower their head. Even though the defeated Yang Yiyun was extremely unwilling, at this moment, facing the powerful Mo Beichen, he had no choice but to retract his arrogance and asked unwillingly.

"What do you want? If it was you, what would you do next? "

Seeing Mo Beichen intentionally or unintentionally block the door and block the only way out, Yang Yiyun's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

Seeing that the cold glint in Mo Beichen's eyes grew stronger, and that the killing intent rising from his body was getting thicker and thicker, Yang Yiyun was shocked, and inwardly cursed himself for stopping, as he should have fled immediately.

Mo Beichen's intention was very clear, he wanted to kill Yang Yiyun!

If it was Yang Yiyun who was in this position himself, he would definitely not let go of the tiger and return to the mountain. Instead, he would take this opportunity to kill the person who was filled with killing intent towards him.

Yang Yiyun's complexion became even more pale, as though he was a patient on the verge of death. If he was not treated in time, he could collapse at any moment.

He was in a hurry to get out of here so he could find a place to reattach his severed arm. If he had more time, he could hurry, but it was still too late. If this dragged on, even if he managed to survive, his arm would die from the loss of a good opportunity.

"Leave a chance for a person to meet you in the future. We are all from the same sect, and you are the dignified head of the school, yet you want to fight against one another and insist on harming and injuring the disciples of the sect? "

Things had already gotten to this point, so Yang Yiyun had no other choice but to place his hope on the sect rules, intending to use his own words to win back a bit of hope …

Life force.

"Hur hur, now that you think of it, do you want to leave something out? If I wasn't strong enough, which greatly exceeded your expectations, I would already be a dead man now. You actually have the guts to say that you want to leave a chance? "

Yang Yiyun's logic made him extremely angry.

You can kill me just out of affection, but I have to keep my life for you? F * ck you, there is no such thing in the world!

With Yang Yiyun's words, it stirred up the anger in Mo Beichen's heart, causing him to be unable to waste his breath, and he directly struck out with his palm.

Suddenly, an invisible wave of air appeared in the air, like a giant fly flapping its wings, it fiercely swatted Yang Yiyun away, and in a moment he was off the cliff on the mountain peak and rolled down to the bottomless cliff.

With a blood-curdling scream, Yang Yiyun's mouth and nose spouted blood, and his life force was almost severed.

He did not expect that Mo Beichen would actually dare to kill him. His entire body was already like a fly, and when he was smashed down the cliff, there was still a trace of threat on his face.

It was not only him, everyone present did not expect that Mo Beichen would suddenly attack and send Yang Yiyun flying with a single palm. Falling from such a high mountain, even an expert of War Soldier Stage would be smashed to pieces, there was no way they would be able to survive, let alone a practitioner of War Qi Stage.

"Yang Yiyun... "He died just like that?"

"Oh god, the boss is dead!"

"It's over, we've caused a huge mess this time …"

Seeing Yang Yiyun instantly lose his life, the rest of the people started to panic. They felt like a disaster was coming their way, and with a whoosh, the birds and beasts scattered in all directions.