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Twenty or so people, who were dressed in black, with their faces completely covered by the black skull mask, were rushing over in unison with orderly footsteps, standing behind Mu Lingfeng.

He then knelt on one knee and roared in unison, "You have come late, Young Chieftain, please blame me!"

This turn of events completely changed the expression on the faces of the new disciples, who had previously revealed an extraordinary face. They looked at this mysterious group of people who had come to help Mu Lingfeng with fear and trepidation.

Mu Lingfeng was stunned for a moment. Then, he thought of something and smiled as he turned around to help the person at the front of the group to help him up. He shook his head and said, "It's not too late.

Who were these people? Other than the power left behind by his cheap parents, who else could it be? Ji Shengan was a member of the Ghost Group, and these people were from the Nether Realm.

Mu Lingfeng fell into deep thought. He had no idea how much power his parents had left him, but from the current situation, he was no longer afraid of any new disciples.

He didn't want to talk to Mu Tian Peng anymore. He raised his palm slightly and looked at Mu Tian Peng. A strange expression appeared on his face before turning cold as a word came out from his mouth.

"Kill!"

A violent killing intent appeared on Mu Lingfeng's body. With an endless chill, many members of the Nether Realm rushed forward. However, no one went to cause trouble for Mu Tian Peng. It wasn't because they were afraid, but because they knew that Mu Tian Peng was his opponent.

The Tiger Teeth Dagger appeared in his hand. Once he channeled his elemental energy, his injured arm began to feel pain. Mu Lingfeng clenched his teeth and stomped on the ground as he charged towards Mu Tian Peng in the distance.

"This time, I won't let you escape!"

When he saw that the greater picture was no longer on his side, Mu Tian Peng began to show signs of retreat. He became afraid and within the short span of a few breaths, of the forty plus new disciples he brought over, nearly twenty of them had already been killed.

Now that he saw Mu Lingfeng charging towards him, he no longer had the arrogance from before, but rather the disdain towards Mu Lingfeng. The folding fan appeared in his hand and blocked Mu Lingfeng's violent attack.

However, there was still a distance between his strength and Mu Lingfeng's. Coupled with the difference in their cultivation and martial skills, after one strike, his face showed some fluctuations.

Ah!

With a loud roar, the fan in his hand constantly released spirit energy. The fan had already started to distort and the sand under his feet had been completely shattered by his wild spirit energy. With a stomp, a large footprint appeared on the ground.

He was no longer the previous him, and the current Mu Tian Peng was just a new disciple with a small Altering Muscle vein. Even though he did not put Mu Ling Feng in his eyes, he was still cautious as he used the Heavenly Sword Celestial Killing technique.

Boom!

With a powerful clash of elemental energy, the two of them retreated at the same time. Mu Lingfeng only lost a bit of his elemental energy, while Mu Tian Peng's entire body was covered in blood, and was almost killed by Mu Lingfeng's attack. With a dark expression, he released a mouthful of elemental energy and before Mu Lingfeng could think of anything, he turned around and fled.

The reason why he chose this place back then was actually for one day, if something bad had happened, he would have been able to leave safely. Now, it just so happened that Mu Lingfeng was too strong.

When Mu Lingfeng saw Mu Tian Peng leaving, he immediately chased after him. However, he was not very familiar with the terrain here as he had been entrapped by Mu Tian Peng and was unable to catch up to him. He could only watch as Mu Tian Peng disappeared from this area.

When he returned to the previous place, he discovered that the forty new disciples who had accompanied Mu Tian Peng to the battle had all been killed by the Netherworld Udumbara Flower.

"Young Chieftain, this is their merit points token. Please accept it!"

Seeing Mu Lingfeng return, one of the members of the Nether Group passed a storage bag to him.

"Young Chieftain, what should we do with these people!" A member of the Nether Master Group asked as he looked around at the new disciples.

Thinking about Nan Chen's plan, thinking about how the three of them might be continuously collecting contribution points tokens and how their strength would greatly increase when they left, Mu Lingfeng suppressed the kindness in his heart and spoke slowly.

"Everyone, Mu Lingfeng does not wish to become enemies with you, so please hand over your contribution points token. Of course, I will not go overboard with my actions, as long as you hand over all your red and green contribution points, if not, I will immediately release everyone if you hand over half of your token. Otherwise, how I, Mu Lingfeng, will behave, I think everyone will know right!"

They seemed to be laughing and talking, but their voices were extremely cold. It was as if winter was blowing on everyone's faces, causing them to feel pain.

Mu Lingfeng's words caused hundreds of people to be unable to accept it for a moment. They had spent a lot of effort to obtain these contribution points tokens.

With just one sentence, Mu Lingfeng had them hand over at least half of their contribution points. Everyone was extremely unwilling, and they looked at each other as if they were waiting for something.

Sure enough, there was someone who dared to challenge Mu Lingfeng's authority. A seemingly shrewd youth was speaking nonsense to Mu Lingfeng.

"I always thought that you were just strong, but I never thought that your ambition would also be this strong. However, you seem to have forgotten whose strength is greater than ours, but we have several hundred people here, how could a mere twenty people like you be able to compete with us?"

"I …" Just as he was about to say something, he saw a member of the Nether Group appear in front of him. He grabbed the speaking youth and with a slight tug of his wrist, the youth was strangled to death. It was extremely cruel and tyrannical.

"You won't listen to the words of the Young Lord, let alone hundreds of you right now, even if it's ten times more than now, don't even think of matching us. A group of trash would even dare to spout nonsense here, you truly are reckless!"

There were several hundred new disciples, and among them there were some that were tough enough to see. The way the members of the Unholy Spirit Group acted made these people feel fear.

They had always thought that Mu Lingfeng was overbearing and tyrannical, but they never expected that his subordinates would be even more overbearing and cruel. They were all trembling in fear as they quickly took out their storage pouches and passed them over.

Even Mu Lingfeng himself never thought that the Nether Master would be so tyrannical. However, this was exactly what he was thinking.

But the only thing that he couldn't understand was who the people from the Nether Realm were and why they so coincidentally appeared. What he couldn't understand was how these people knew where he was and had been following him all this time. And what was their identity?

All of these made Mu Lingfeng suspicious.