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In a mountain range in Divine Realm, a group of Black Man s were surrounding and attacking a white clothed man …

After several rounds of attacks, the white-clothed man was already riddled with wounds and wounds. His entire body was covered with blood as he half-knelt on the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

"Mo Tian, you and I have known each other for ten thousand of years, and I treat you as my brother. You are the person I trust the most, and you already hold a high position in the Vice Sect Leader.

"Hahaha …" Ridiculous, Ao Long, do you really take me as a brother? I may be a character in front of others, but what am I in front of you? Isn't it just a servant who is constantly being called around? " The leading Black Man said in an unsightly manner.

"Mo Tian, I, Ao Long was blind to judge you as the wrong person, I believe you already have a plan? Even the ten great elders of the sect have been bribed, hahaha … "

Ao Long was in deep grief. His most trusted brother was actually the one who framed him, his heart bleeding. Did Mo Tian know that secret? Thinking of this, Ao Long seemed to have suddenly awakened!

"Ao Long, I will let you die to understand. I deliberately let you save me for ten thousand years, and for the sake of that legendary divine body, I will endure humiliation for ten thousand years. Today, I will realize my goal, hahaha!"

"Despicable and shameless, Mo Tian, you will die a horrible death, even if you knew the secret, I will not let you succeed, just give up!"

From Mo Tian's words, he had confirmed his guess. Ao Long regretted taking in that wolfhound.

Ao Long looked around, all those familiar faces with familiar eyes, people who used to be proud of themselves, now that they were facing each other with a blade, it was such a tragic thing, he never thought that I, Ao Long, would die under his own brothers' hands today, a heart piercing pain involuntarily arose.

"Elders, Ao Long is already severely injured, everyone help me capture him alive, remember, do not harm his soul!"

Mo Tian was the first to rush out.

"Sect Leader Ao Long, sorry for the offense!"

After saying that, the ten elders looked at each other and also joined the battle. Immediately, thunder rumbled between the heaven and earth, and dark clouds covered the sky.

Ao Long was sent flying again and again, the scene was tragic and tragic. The sword wounds all over his body were so deep that even his bones could be seen. Ao Long already knew that he would definitely die today.

"Hahaha …" "Hahaha …"

Following Ao Long's few loud laughs, Mo Tian and the others stopped their attacks. A deathly aura rose from the bottom of everyone's heart, Mo Tian's face turned sinister, and he unconsciously retreated.

"Not good, run!"

Mo Tian turned around and fled, not caring about anything else at all.

"Boom!"

A gigantic mushroom cloud rose into the air, instantly turning the surrounding tens of thousands of kilometers into flat ground. The self-detonation of a peerless master could be imagined, and at this moment, even the Divine Realm was shaken. All of the reclusive expert opened their eyes at the same time and looked in all directions to investigate the reason …

In a shabby looking thatched hut, a young man that looked to be around twelve years old was trying his best to chop firewood. He was tall, thin like firewood, with pitch-black skin.

He was the third son of the Mu Family, one of the three great martial cultivation families in the Nanyang City. When he was eight years old, a useless Talent test caused this eight year old child to lose the privilege of enjoying his young master, and from then on, he lived a life of slavery. He chopped wood and picked up water everyday, but because he was weak, he was often beaten up because the water he cut down from the wood was not enough.

Mu Feng picked up the firewood he chopped down and piled them up one by one. Looking at the pile of firewood which was carried by a small mountain in front of him, Mu Feng bitterly smiled, wiped off his sweat and sat down.

"Hey, useless trash, you're being lazy again. Your skin is itchy again, right?"

A tall and sturdy man brought a few guards with Weapons s and walked in.

Mu Feng suddenly stood up, and didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Trash, I saw you sitting there lazily from far away. I haven't taught you a lesson in a few days and you've forgotten your duty?"

"Housekeeper Liu, I'm not lazy!" Mu Feng pointed to the pile of firewood.

"Hmph, if you're lazy, then you're lazy. You can call me."

Following Housekeeper Liu's order, the guards started to punch and kick Mu Feng.

How could a twelve year old child endure being beaten up by the Mu Family guards with extraordinary cultivation. Mu Feng was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground and fainted not long after.

"Hmph, this is too calm, let's go!"

Housekeeper Liu kicked Mu Feng, discovering that he was really unconscious, he called for the guards to leave.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, and waves of cold wind blew past. Mu Feng woke up with a start.

"Ouch!"

Mu Feng had just stood up and fallen back down, he had been paralyzed by the cold just a moment ago, and only now did he feel the heart-wrenching pain from all the meridians in his body.

Mu Feng grabbed the small piece of wood on the floor, supported himself by slowly moving towards thatched hut, and upon reaching the house, Mu Feng took out the medicine that Eldest Brother Mu Qing gave him and started to rub. After cleaning the medicine, Mu Feng curled into a corner of the room, grabbed a straw and covered his body as he prepared to rest.

The winter's cold wind whooshed, and the shabby thatched hut was riddled with holes. However, they were unable to stop the cold wind's assault, so Mu Feng shivered as cold as hell.

The morning sunlight shone through the roof onto Mu Feng's body who was curled up in the corner. Looking at Mu Feng again, his eyes were closed and his body was still trembling, every single day he would fall asleep like this. It could be seen how much pain he had suffered, and all of this happened to this twelve-year-old child.

"Gulp!"

's stomach started to revolt, hunger caused Mu Feng to wake up from his sleep. Mu Feng rubbed his stomach, sigh, he had not eaten much for more than a day, I'm so hungry, I probably won't be able to eat anymore in the next few days.

Mu Feng flipped the straw and stood up, yes, it was much better, the medicine that the Eldest Brother had passed on to him was indeed quite effective.

Mu Feng had to go up the mountain to chop firewood. Mu Feng gulped down a spoonful of water, picked up a firewood knife and carried a bamboo basket as he walked out of the house. Mu Feng was already used to starving.

"Selling buns, a big meat bun that just came out. One gold coin for one …"

Mu Feng stood at the side of the bun house and stared at the steamed bun on the steamer as he drooled.

"Oh, isn't that the young master Mu Family's trash? What? "If you want to eat buns, then take out the money. If you don't have money, then scram. Don't stop me from doing business."

Mu Feng touched his empty pockets, watching the bamboo steamer leave, his eyes filled with reluctance. Mu Feng had already forgotten how long it had been since he last ate the meat.

At this time, a little girl who was about seven to eight years old held two buns and walked towards Mu Feng who was about to leave the bun shop.

"Brother Eldest Brother, here!"

Mu Feng stared at the bun, then looked at the little girl. His eyes were filled with awkwardness and surprise, as he unconsciously reached for the bun.

"Thank you!"

The little girl smiled as she turned around and walked into the bun house. Mu Feng held a bun in both his hands, and looked at the little girl's leaving figure, his grateful expression written all over his face.

"Useless, come over here."

Mu Feng turned around and looked at the source of the voice. Un, Mu Fan? Mu Feng cowered and took a few steps back.

Mu Fan was the eldest son of Mu Feng's second uncle, and was two years older than him. Mu Fan would frequently look for fun from time to time, but this happiness was actually due to beating Mu Feng up as much as he could. His cultivation had already reached the Ninth Heavenly Layer, and was only one step away from the Nascent Realm. He was one of the top two Genius s.

Mu Feng vaguely remembered that the Eldest Brother had once mentioned that there were different levels of cultivation strength. Warriors, Pre-Sky Realm Warriors and Innate Warriors. Most of the warriors in Mu Family were at the warrior realm, and only a few warriors at the Pre-Sky Realm were at the Upper Sky Realm. As for warriors at the Upper Sky Realm, there was only his father, and he was at the First Sky of the Nascent Realm. If one's talent was insufficient, then they would never be able to step into the Xiantian realm. Xiantian realm was the dream of all martial artists.

The Eldest Brother doted on Mu Feng and protected him since he was young, but he suddenly disappeared when Mu Feng was six years old. He had once asked his father about it, but his father had never mentioned it at all.

"Aiya, you ate the trash and the steamed buns?"

Mu Feng immediately grabbed the bun, afraid that Mu Fan would snatch it away.

Mu Fan gave a meaningful glance and then a guard rushed forward to kick him. Mu Feng fell flat on his face and the two steamed buns rolled out of his hands.

"Pick it up and give it to me, otherwise …" "Hum, hum, hum!" Mu Fan ordered with a cunning look on his face.

Looking at the muddy bun, Mu Feng's face was filled with anger. He clenched his fists and slowly stood up.

"Mu Fan, you are going too far.

Mu Feng grabbed his machete and rushed towards Mu Fan. Before he could reach him, he was kicked flying by the guard once again, and Mu Feng laid on the ground with blood flowing from his head.

Mu Fan walked in front of Mu Feng and squatted down to grab his chin. If you can't even beat one of my guards, what qualifications do you have to fight with me?

"Pfft!"

Mu Fan touched the boiling saliva on his face, staring at Mu Feng as if he wanted to eat him up.

"Good, very good! You dare to spit at me?"

"Men, drag this trash out of the city and throw him down to the wild dogs."

The passersby on the street were all gathered around, pointing and talking, no one dared to speak a word as they watched Mu Feng being dragged out of the city by the two guards.

"Mu Fan, you beast, as long as I, Mu Feng, do not die today, I will make you die a miserable death!"

Mu Feng kept cursing, but the two guards remained indifferent, allowing Mu Feng to vent.

"Go to hell!"

Mu Feng quickly fell down and closed his eyes. He could only hear the whistling sound of the air resistance and the rubbing of clothes. No one could survive if they fell down the several hundred meters of cliff.

With a peng sound, Mu Feng fell onto the base of cliff, splitting into pieces, and died a miserable death.

Suddenly, a beam of dazzling light appeared in the sky, descending from the Ninth Heaven and into Mu Feng's broken body.

A strange scene started to happen. Mu Feng's broken body parts started to gather and reform, and after a while, Mu Feng laid down in the base of cliff, unharmed. His face started to turn red, and his heart started to beat faster.