Killer

Suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed from the sky, instantly drawing everyone's attention once again.

Suddenly, the spatial passage constructed by the Pill Tower Ancestor exploded, and two figures were sent flying out of it, each retreating hundreds of steps before slowly regaining their footing.

"Pill Tower Ancestor and the others have emerged!"

Upon seeing the two figures emerge from the spatial passage, exclamations of surprise echoed through the mountains.

Even Xiao Ming and Hun Miesheng's gazes were drawn to this direction.

"Hey, Old Ghost's got some skills after all..."

Hun Qianmo steadied himself in the sky. He didn't seem to be in any disheveled state, and his clothes hadn't even been moved much.

However, experts at the Dou Sheng or above could immediately tell that this guy's Dou Qi had been depleted to a terrifying degree, which showed just how fierce the battle between the two in that space had been.

In the distance, the Pill Tower Ancestor simply smiled faintly and remained silent.

"Elder Qianmo, what was the result?"

Although the Hall of Souls Master was pessimistic about the victory of the Black-Browed Elder, he still had high hopes for Hui Hun Qianmo. If he could win, it wouldn't matter if the Black Brow lost.

But the result was to his disappointment. He saw Hun Qianmo and the Pill Tower Ancestor exchange a glance, and then Hun Qianmo spoke:

"It's a tie..."

The two are not far apart in strength, and if they were to fight to the death, a winner could indeed be determined, but obviously, neither of them would actually do that.

Upon hearing this, the Hall of Souls Master frowned, clearly somewhat dissatisfied with the outcome.

"Don't be ungrateful. With this old monster involved, a draw is already quite good..."

Hun Qianmo landed beside Hun Miesheng and said something in a low voice.

Then, he glanced at the Gate of Silence beside Hun Miesheng and exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to be able to lend out this secret treasure. With this treasure, facing Xiao Ming should be no problem. Three rounds should at least result in a draw, and..."

Hun Qianmo hadn't finished speaking, but his words implied that the Black-Browed Elder was doomed to lose. Hun Miesheng frowned, wanting to speak again, but was interrupted by a scream.

Looking up, they saw that the Black-Browed Elder had been stabbed through the chest by Zi Yan with a gun, and blood with a faint golden light slowly flowed out from the tip of the gun and dripped into the sky.

At that moment, the Black-Browed Elder felt his hands and feet turn icy cold, and an Aura of death quietly welled up from the depths of his heart.

He also believed in the nonsense about Hun Miesheng, saying that soul attacks were effective against Magical Beast. But even if they were effective, you still need to be able to hit the opponent. That little girl's spatial mastery was far beyond what an ordinary Six Star Dou Sheng could achieve.

The Black-Browed Elder was no ordinary person. In an instant, he quickly suppressed his panic. At the same time, a fierce look appeared on his withered face. In this critical moment, he did not think that admitting defeat would make the other party let him go. If he did not fight desperately, he would surely die!

Suddenly, his body swelled up violently, and the Dou Qi within him surged wildly.

"Self-destruction...?"

Seeing this, Zi Yan's expression remained unchanged. With a flick of her spear tip, she tore the opponent's body in two with a cracking sound.

However, although the Black-Browed Elder was torn in two, his body continued to expand rapidly. Finally, with a bang, a terrifying energy storm carrying Blood Mist exploded.

The Blood Mist slowly spread and finally dissipated. Zi Yan's figure still hovered in the sky. The vast spatial power formed an invisible barrier around her, and the impact of the self-destruction did not cause her any harm.

"Laugh!"

Zi Yan swept her gaze indifferently, then suddenly took a step forward, causing the space in front of her to ripple, and swung her spear out once more.

A soul suddenly emerged from the Blood Mist and sped away, but Zi Yan's spear seemed to have traversed space.

It was nailed directly to that soul.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the soul vanished completely.

This scene shocked everyone watching, and the expressions of Hun Miesheng and Hun Qianmo immediately turned extremely ugly.

You're all courting death!

"In the midst of a contest, death and injury are inevitable. Why is the Hall Master so enraged...?"

Xiao Ming glanced at Zi Yan, then said leisurely, his indifferent tone causing Hun Miesheng and the other man to bulge their veins.

"Great, very good!"

With a furious laugh, Hun Miesheng suddenly vanished from his spot. A thunderous sound suddenly rang in Xiao Ming's ears, and then the space beside him distorted. Hun Miesheng, with a cold expression, appeared. The Gate of Silence Hun Miesheng towards Xiao Ming lightning, seemingly intending to take him in directly.

"Snort!"

Faced with an attack like Hun Miesheng, a cold glint flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes. He didn't try to take it head-on, but instead took a small step back, suddenly appearing a hundred feet away.

Before his attack succeeded, Hun Miesheng flashed and appeared on the giant gate, sitting down cross-legged and staring at Xiao Ming with a gloomy gaze. Then, his hand seals changed, and black light suddenly surged from the gate, transforming into a black beam of light several meters in size, which shot out abruptly.

The beam of light was extremely fast, and as soon as it was shot out, it enveloped Xiao Ming completely.

As he took Xiao Ming into the Gate of Silence, a smile appeared on Hun Miesheng's face. Those who entered the Gate of Silence never came out alive. When the Death Aura inside completely eroded Xiao Ming's Dou Qi, the latter's life or death would depend on his mood.

"Hmph, death and injury are inevitable in a contest, right? In that case, you can't blame this Hall Master for your death!"

You seem quite happy?

"What!"

Suddenly, a playful voice reached the ears of the Hall of Souls Master.

Hun Miesheng was startled upon hearing this and instinctively tried to flee.

You can't escape!

Just as Hun Miesheng moved, another voice rang out. His pupils constricted sharply, and with a surge of Black Flame, he unleashed a ferocious palm strike.

"Bang!"

The fierce palm strike of Hun Miesheng was met with an invisible barrier. A loud crash was heard as bones broke in his hand. The Vigor Qi caused a mouthful of blood to rise to Hun Miesheng's throat, but he forced it back down.

Swallowing a mouthful of blood, Hun Miesheng was terrified. He knew there was a gap between him and Xiao Ming, but he never expected the gap to be so large; the two were not even on the same level.

As this thought flashed through his mind, Hun Miesheng was about to use Secret Technique to increase his speed when a slightly cold hand gently appeared on his neck. The cold temperature made Hun Miesheng's body stiffen instantly.

You dare!

When Hun Qianmo saw Xiao Ming suddenly appear behind Hun Miesheng, he knew something was wrong. He immediately shouted and grabbed with his hand, sealing off the space around Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming ignored him, unleashing Hidden Strength from his hand. Hun Miesheng's head instantly exploded into a cloud of Blood Mist, and the remaining energy continued to surge wildly, blasting his body to smithereens in an instant.