A Sword

Young Master Du Long had decided at that moment that he would kill Mu Yuan directly.

Of course, before crushing this little ant, toying with him would be quite amusing, wouldn't it?

After a moment of silence, Mu Yuan said seriously:

"Are you an idiot? Or did you not even finish elementary school? You don't understand the literal meaning, do you?"

Yes.

Very serious.

His tone held not the slightest hint of joking.

The entire valley seemed to have had its mute button activated, becoming eerily silent!

Drip! Drip!

Beads of cold sweat appeared on Liu Wan'er's forehead, flowing down along her temples. Her pretty face grew paler and paler, finally turning ashen.

She knew this was a huge problem.

The outcome had already been decided the moment Mu Yuan uttered the words 'I do not agree'.

In fact, who else present agreed?

But who would dare to actually say such a thing?

Didn't they see that even Qing Fu, who was domineering and arrogant to the extreme, had lowered his head?

To survive in the cruel Great Thousand World, wasn't bowing your head and lying a necessary skill?

Liu Wan'er felt both despair and bitterness.

Li Lang's expression was also extremely grim.

This arrogant and conceited Mu Yuan was going to get him killed.

At this moment.

Liu Tairong, Wang Kangping, Yuan Xueyang, and the others were also shaken to their core by Mu Yuan's words. They looked at him abruptly, their faces filled with dumbfounded expressions.

This little ant in the middle stage of the Spiritual Movement Realm was truly a prime example of someone who courted death.

In their eyes, Mu Yuan was already as good as dead, but they couldn't help but admire his ability to court death.

He had truly elevated the act of audacious self-destruction to its peak.

Even Qing Fu couldn't help but glance again at the little ant he hadn't paid any attention to from beginning to end.

He would remember this little ant well and use him as a negative example for his future travels in the Great Thousand World.

Even Young Master Du Long himself was so shocked that he was speechless.

Although he didn't understand what "finished elementary school" meant, it didn't stop him from understanding the meaning of that sentence.

He had called him an idiot. Even Xu Guang from the Western Spiritual Territory wouldn't dare say something like that to his face.

Young Master Du Long stared intently at Mu Yuan, his killing intent almost palpable.

"You deserve to die!!!"

Nie Daoqun also snapped out of his dazed, brain-dead state at this moment.

Young Master Du Long had been insulted, and insulted so harshly. He simply couldn't believe it.

His mind had been in a fog for a good while, and he still hadn't recovered.

At this moment, he wished he could crush Mu Yuan to pieces to quell the slightest bit of anger in his heart.

"Young Master Du Long, killing trash like this would dirty your hands. Allow this humble one to serve you!"

Of course, without Young Master Du Long's permission, Nie Daoqun didn't dare to act.

This was perhaps what was called a sycophant!

Mu Yuan was truly witnessing it today.

Young Master Du Long had regained some composure, but the rage in his heart intensified.

"Killing him would be too easy. I want him to wish he were dead!!!"

A sinister smile spread across his lips, and his gaze towards Mu Yuan was filled with intense cruelty and amusement.

He had never been so thoroughly insulted before.

For this reason, he had decided to give Mu Yuan a proper welcome.

However, as Nie Daoqun had said, an ant in the middle stage of the Spiritual Movement Realm dying by his hand would indeed dirty his hands.

Mu Yuan wasn't worthy.

"Yes."

Nie Daoqun nodded heavily, suppressing his killing intent and stabilizing his emotions.

A moment later, Nie Daoqun turned to look at Mu Yuan and sneered:

"Little ant, are you regretting it now? Regretting that I didn't kill you with a single sword strike before?"

However, the only response he received was Mu Yuan's self-muttered three words:

"Sword Drawing Art!"

Accompanied by Mu Yuan raising his hand.

Body, mind, and sword became one.

Pfft!

A sword gleam lit up, incredibly fast.

A sword so fast it surpassed the naked eye's ability to discern it!

Nie Daoqun, who had been sneering, froze, his smile stiffening. His eyes suddenly widened, his mind went blank, leaving only a single, terrifying thought: Am I going to die?

He truly felt the presence of death emanating from this ant before him.

How could this be?

This sword strike was even faster than his Nine Blade Art!!!

Unfortunately, there was no time left to ponder.

He didn't want to die.

At that moment, the spiritual energy within Nie Daoqun surged to its peak, forming a spiritual energy barrier in front of him.

Unfortunately, the spiritual energy barrier was as effective as nothing, as if it didn't exist at all. It didn't block the sword gleam in the slightest, easily slicing through his body.

Whoosh.

Mu Yuan's sword returned to its sheath, as if it hadn't moved.

"You!"

Nie Daoqun uttered only that one word before collapsing onto the ground, blood dyeing the earth. His face was filled with profound shock and confusion.

He couldn't understand why that sword strike had ignored his defenses.

Alas, this was a question he would never understand, even in death.

At this moment, almost everyone was stunned.

Everyone had witnessed Nie Daoqun's strength firsthand.

He had easily broken through Liu Wan'er's defenses. Apart from Qing Fu and Young Master Du Long, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the strongest person present.

And now he was killed by a single sword strike from Mu Yuan?

Killed with one strike!

It should be noted that even the strongest Young Master Du Long, while capable of defeating Nie Daoqun with ease, could not achieve a one-strike kill!

The entire valley fell into silence.

It took the geniuses present a good dozen breaths of stunned silence and roaring in their heads before they gradually reacted. One by one, their gazes towards Mu Yuan completely changed.

They were filled with disbelief and uncertainty.

No one could comprehend how someone in the middle stage of the Spiritual Movement Realm could defeat someone in the Spirit Wheel Realm, especially when there was an entire major realm difference between them!!!

"Nie Daoqun, you deserved to die!"

Liu Wan'er said slowly, but she still couldn't hide her inner shock.

This was because Mu Yuan hadn't used this move yesterday when he had his sword at her neck.

In her opinion, Mu Yuan's strongest move was undoubtedly his fists.

But who would have thought that Mu Yuan also possessed such a bizarre and powerful technique?

"This must be the legendary Sword Drawing Art!"

That sword strike was truly powerful!

She was also very fortunate that Mu Yuan hadn't used this move against her yesterday.

Otherwise, she would have become a corpse without even a chance to explain.

Gulp.

Li Lang swallowed hard.

"Earlier, Liu Wan'er said he wasn't an ant and that he had destroyed Zhang Long... it turns out all of that was true!"

Li Lang's mind had even gone rigid at this point.

"He also said that no matter how strong his opponent was, it would only take one sword strike. If one strike wasn't enough, then two..."

"I scoffed at the time and even spoke disrespectfully to him... Looking back now, I feel utterly ridiculous..."

The strength Mu Yuan displayed was even greater than Qing Fu's, perhaps not even weaker than Young Master Du Long's!

Amidst the deathly silence, Mu Yuan smiled, a hint of bored mockery flashing across his face.

"You want me to wish I was dead? Heh heh..."

He turned his head slightly, looking at Young Master Du Long, and raised an eyebrow:

"I said I don't agree, and I called you an idiot. So what? You don't accept what I said?"

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