Unlike Kong Wuxu's thoughts, Sun Hannan's eyes were filled with astonishment. On the one hand, he was pleased with his choice, and on the other hand, he sincerely admired the young sect leader.

Zhang Yan was still clutching his wound and moaning, feeling pain in his body and flesh, looking at the broken palm in disbelief.

“Ta…”, “Ta…”,…

Dull footsteps sounded, and Mo Yu walked towards Zhang Yan expressionlessly. His long hair was already soaked, and raindrops continued to drip from his eyes along the tips of his hair.

"No...no..."

Zhang Yan watched Mo Yu approaching in fear, and for a moment he couldn't think of any resistance. He turned around and ran towards Kong Wuxu: "General, save me!"

The blood flowed to the ground, and the physical strength was drained from Zhang Yan's body bit by bit. Mo Yu, like a tarsal bone maggot, followed behind Zhang Yan and gave Wu Xu a cold glance.

The sword rises and the head flies!

Hot blood rose into the sky, and Zhang Yan's headless corpse staggered down five meters away from Kong Wuxu, twitching and motionless.

Sun Hannan followed Mo Yu step by step, and the two of them slowly approached Kong Wuxu.

"If you want to kill me, you are not qualified!"

Kong Wuxu stood up with his eyes wide open, reached out and pulled off his shirt, revealing a body full of scars, densely packed with twenty or thirty scars, which were very visible.

Smiling sinisterly at Mo Yu and the other two, Kong Wuxu suddenly crossed his arms to perform exercises, his muscles bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his entire body was more than twice as big as before.

The old scar tore and began to bleed. As the rain soon dyed the upper body a bright red, the gloves of both hands turned red and embedded into the flesh. The burning smell was pungent and the momentum gradually increased.
Chapter completed!