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"Now that you've finished crying, I won't have to perform any rituals to help them pass on to the afterlife."
When Lu Xuan said that, Xue Fan was taken aback.
He then realized that his crying had no effect on Lu Xuan at all. On the contrary, the Quanxing members present were emboldened by his crying and attacked Lu Xuan with reckless abandon.
Just as they were about to stop, Lu Xuan's gaze swept over them.
Lu Xuan: “(?_?)”
Xue Fan: “∑(ΦдΦlll)”
Xue Fan resolutely continued to wail.
"My God! My dear! He died a terrible death!"
"In the past, you always brought good news, but today you speak of your grievances. My parents, my mother, are so tired~"
"Oh no! Oh no! My whole family is dead!"
Xue Fan wept at the grave, his mournful, hoarse voice adding a touch of sorrow to the battlefield.
Of course, Xue Fan wasn't stupid. The funeral dirges he used to cry at graves could summon vengeful spirits, causing people to lose their minds, fight tirelessly, and fight desperately.
But it doesn't seem to be of much use?
The Quanxing members in the arena died even faster...
"Master Lu, why be so obsessed with demonic illusions? Why not enjoy eternal peace..."
A faint sound, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, came from behind him. Lu Xuan raised his hand and caught the object that flew towards him.
What flew towards them was a strangely shaped head, resembling both a human and a beast...?
Lu Xuan looked over and saw only the headless body of a Thai sorcerer, still holding a spell in his hand; it was Akadi.
The most powerful black magic, the Flying Head Curse.
This is what Arkady is proud of, and what gives him the confidence to sweep across the Thai supernatural community.
If it weren't for the Thai master Guli's ruthless transformation of himself into a Yin-Yang corpse, impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire, Akadi wouldn't even be afraid of Guli.
Flying Head Curse is the most bizarre, powerful, and terrifying form of black magic.
To cultivate this technique, one must not only practice for forty-nine days, but also drink human blood every day. At the final stage of cultivation, one must also drink the blood of pregnant women and their fetuses.
Fortunately! Their place wasn't exactly a good place either; these things could be obtained from the black market for a fee.
Even so, Arkadi is the only one who has successfully cultivated to the highest level.
He is now using the most cruel Flying Head Curse, the Hundred Flowers Flying Head Curse. The flying heads that attack will carry the wronged souls of those he has killed, and wherever they pass, blood mist will bloom like flowers.
Let alone ordinary people, even highly skilled superhumans cannot withstand it; their brains will be drained in a matter of moments.
Not to mention that my Flying Head Curse is impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. What can you do to me...?
Arkadi's head, held in place by Lu Xuan, was filled with astonishment.
My black magic was blocked just like that?
I've clearly already reached the highest level of cultivation! Why?
Arkadi was puzzled, but Lu Xuan had no intention of providing an answer.
With a flash of sword light, Arkadi's head exploded into a pile of "tofu pudding".
Then, Lu Xuan grabbed the countless wronged souls and flicked his fingers, scattering them onto the old woman behind him who had been muttering to herself.
Piercing Intestines Poisonous Stomach Plum: "?"
At least the three of the Four Madmen of Quanxing got some screen time, so why is all I get is a single line about being an old lady?
As one of the four madmen of Quanxing, Dou Mei was undoubtedly the center of attention.
Although the Four Madmen of Quanxing are not highly skilled, they are masters at manipulating people's hearts.
The four of them working together could easily turn a highly skilled and respected individual into a useless cripple; they would be prominent figures even among the masters of the Quanxing Sect.
Until recently, three of the four madmen of Quanxing died at Lu Xuan's hands, leaving only Dou Mei and Gong Qing to stare helplessly.
Four arrogant people, four arrogant people, only one is still arrogant?
Bullshit! Only Dou Mei is left, and she doesn't even dare to fart.
In the past, the four of them, who were arrogant and unruly, joined forces and offended many people within the Quanxing Sect. Now, she is the only one left who is destined to be killed.
According to rumors: Shen Chong was killed by Lu Xuan because he refused to comply...
That's why Lu Xuan hated the Four Madmen and hunted them down all over the world.
There were even rumors that Lu Xuan came to Longhu Mountain to hunt her down, and Dou Mei was so scared that she didn't dare to show her face.
It was only after seeing the impressive lineup of the "Slaying the Road Tournament," which supposedly could easily defeat Lu Xuan, that Dou Mei decided to join in, all in an effort to kill Lu Xuan.
As a result, the "Road-Cutting Assembly" turned into a "Demon-Exterminating Assembly," and the group of pitiful, innocent, and weak Quanxing were humiliated by Lu Xuan.
Dou Mei's practical combat skills are not even in the top thirty in the arena, so she can only use her old tricks to try to hypnotize Lu Xuan and weaken his fighting spirit.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Lu Xuan noticed.
As soon as she opened her mouth, countless wronged souls rushed towards her, entering her body through her seven orifices.
Dou Mei tried to resist, but her Qi and soul were torn apart by the countless wronged souls killed by the black magic, and she fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died.
Arkadi: "..."
Where is the promised invulnerability to swords and spears, fire and water?
The flying head curse was broken; even his own head was crushed. This sorcerer, who had swept across the country and met no match, was instantly defeated.
The headless body fell to the ground, blood gushing from its neck. It kicked its legs twice and then fell silent.
And then it's the next one!
A sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz came, and as soon as they entered the path, they were stuck back within three feet, turning the Quanxing members in front of them into a hedgehog.
Lu Xuan followed the gaze and his eyes fell on the owner of the hidden weapon.
Hiding in the bushes behind people, secretly placing hidden weapons, Yan Jianxi Huang Dan: "?"
Why do I suddenly have this bad feeling?
Chapter 129: Fake Strongmen Only Know How to Talk
The Six Thieves of Quanxing are not well-known, and in many cases, people in the world of supernatural beings only know the Four Madmen of Quanxing, but their combat power is stronger than that of the Four Madmen.
The Four Madmen are best at manipulating people's hearts and twisting their wills; their actual combat strength is far inferior to that of the Six Thieves of Quanxing, who are true masters of Quanxing.
Huang Dan's nickname is "Eye of Joy," because she has eyes that can see through everything. Of course, that's just bragging; at most, she can see a little further, a little more, and a little more subtly.
In reality, her skills were nowhere near those of a certain Taoist master on Mount Wudang who was born with black eyes; that was a true innate anomaly.
In reality, the person who truly rivals her is Rousseau, the "gaze" of foreign debt collectors.
Huang Dan has excellent eyesight and is most skilled at using concealed weapons from a distance.
There's nothing I can do; there are gun controls in China! If I had a gun, I wouldn't be using concealed weapons.
The moment Huang Dan sensed danger, she didn't believe it, after all, she was crouching in the very corner at the edge of the sword light circle, in the grass.
How did they manage to find me?
Huang Dan stubbornly stuck her head out, and then a sword light flew over and sliced open her forehead.
Okay! I believe you.
Huang Dan's body collapsed to the ground with a thud, her head blooming like flower petals, with the warm "tofu pudding" inside still pulsating.
But this tragic scene is just the tip of the iceberg in the battlefield at this moment.
Lu Xuan's methods were so cruel that not only Quanxing, but even Wang Zhi, who was trampled to death by Lu Xuan before he could even utter a single trash talk, and the foreign superhumans he hired all felt physically uncomfortable.
Even those who had killed countless people had never seen such a scene of someone so easily chopping up melons and vegetables.
The scale of the tragedy was comparable to that of World War II.
Damn it! Weren't we hired to kill the good guys?
It's one thing that we're the ones being hunted now, but why does it feel like we're the good guys?
Look at Lu Xuan in the arena, so calm and untouched by worldly affairs. He kills people with such nonchalance. Isn't he the real demon?
Before long, most of the Quanxing members in the arena had died or been injured, and there was nowhere to step among the piled-up corpses, remains, and fragments.
The rest of the Quanxing were terrified.
Lu Xuan's methods were so ruthless that if they could escape with their lives, they swore they would never dare to harm anyone again for the rest of their lives.
When evildoers face even more vicious methods, they will be even more terrified.
Even the "experts" hired by Wang Zhi were few and far between.
The mercenary leader was panting heavily. What was supposed to be a battle was actually a continuous cycle of the same process...
They launched an attack: it was deflected.
Lu Xuan launched an attack: Instant kill.
If they don't fight, they'll die; if they do fight, they'll be killed by the return attack, or by attacks from other people.
Isn't this a one-sided massacre?
The mercenary leader looked at the expert he had brought...
Chanon, who claimed to have trained every inch of his body into a killing weapon, stabbed himself to death.
He claimed to have mastered black magic to an unparalleled degree and swept through Thailand's Akadee, but his black magic was broken and his head was crushed.
The gunman, known as the "Dual-Pistol Ranger," was killed by a ricocheting bullet; the foreign lama had his head chopped off by his own blade; and the wizard, after a long while, unleashed an annihilation spell that turned him to ashes...
It's so miserable, it's so miserable.
Each of them is a master who has dominated their own territory overseas, with countless blood debts on their hands. When have they ever been so miserable?
"Damn it, you forced me to do this!"
The mercenary leader tore his combat uniform apart with his bare hands, revealing his muscular physique, as if sculpted by a knife and axe, and a typical American tough guy face.