The scar-faced middle-aged man bent his arm and caught the Dark Hall elite disciple flying toward him. The man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with large amounts of shredded organs. His chest had nearly been punched through; he was clearly beyond saving.
Wiping the blood splattered across his face, the scar-faced middle-aged man was unexpectedly furious. "Four of you joined forces against a mere Dou Master, yet he still killed one of you. If you can't take this brat down, report to the Punishment Hall and receive your punishment when you return."
Their companion's death deeply shocked the remaining three. They immediately cast aside all the contempt on their faces and in their hearts. They had only just exchanged blows and had already lost one man. This brat clearly possessed the strength to make them take him seriously.
But their reaction was a little too slow. Mu Chen leaped into the air, and the remaining three followed his movement with their eyes, only to see that at some point, a heavy black greatsword had appeared in Mu Chen's hands.
"Not good, retreat!"
One of the three, someone with a bit of discernment, hurriedly warned them. But Mu Chen moved far too quickly. The black gleam descending from above was like a black dragon plunging from the heavens, carrying an irresistible and terrifying might.
"Slash!"
With a thunderous roar, the sword fell like purple lightning striking the earth. Surging Purple Flame ignited the entire courtyard, while a dreadful fissure split open the ground and stretched all the way to the street outside.
Mu Chen stood with his sword raised in one hand atop ground that had sunk a foot deep. With his other hand, he grabbed a handful of Qi-Replenishing Pills and swallowed them without even looking. That